Tuesday, June 10, 2008

A Junior For The Ages


After years, months, weeks and days of waiting, the press and baseball fans around the world were interested what Ken Griffey Jr. had to say after hitting the 600th homerun of his glorious career against the Florida Marlins yesterday. It was a great moment in baseball history as the feat puts him in the club of only 6 players who ever exceeded the 600 plateau. But Junior's answer seemed not nearly as shiny as the moment deserved. "When I grew up my dad was my hero... I mean... I always tried to be like him. I never imagined or dreamed of coming close to 600, I had no idea I could even come close. It's great to play the game and to have the chance to be like my dad." An honest answer as there is and also much more low key than you would expect for a player who just cemented his status as one of the greatest players who ever lived. And just that is making Ken Griffey Jr. so special, so great and so memorable. His character, his class, his love for the game and his honesty in a baseball era of lies, lack of class and tainted records.

It was great to see a player like Griffey achieve what he did last night. But as happy as you are for him, everyone wonders about what could have been. Today, Griffey is just a shell of his former self. Few even remembered his heyday in the 90s after his career tumbled in Cincinnati between injuries and losing records. But yesterday all that admiration, all that love and all that praise came back for a player who proapably deserves it more than anyone else. In the steroid era it's hard for baseball fans to believe anything they see. It wouldn't surprise anyone if people would be taken back in admiration of Griffey's talents and records. But nobody ever doubted him. Nobody. And that says more than a thousand tests in my opinion.

While yesterday every baseball fan could be a fan of Griffey for one more time, there has always been that sad kind of feeling watching Junior in recent years. As the injuries piled up, the statistics dropped. The highlights weren't there anymore as was the admiration by the general public. Here he was, the greatest player of a decade, on the downside of his career. The man with the perfect swing. And he was slowly but surely falling of the face of baseball excellence on a small market team. But just like in his interview after number 600, it was about the love for the game for Griffey. He wanted to be home, play for the hometown Reds, where his father already rounded the bases.

His career isn't over, and even though it can hurt to see Griffey at times today, that's a great thing for baseball. A class act and a figure like Griffey doesn't come around every day, not every decade. A guy who cares for others and a player who plays for the love of the game. It doesn't always look like Griffey has fun playing the game today at the age of 38 and with a body hurt by many many injuries and highlight crashes into outfield walls. Griffey once said about the search for records: "As long as I have fun playing the game, stats will take care of themselves." As he said, the stats took care of themselves. And so should his legacy. We shouldn't look at him howling in pain or striking out. We should remember him in his prime. In those years back in Seattle where he was one of the greatest all around players that ever lived. Where he hit towering homeruns with a grace few others could ever achieve. Where he put his body on the line for an out and his team's success. And where he put together a stretch that can hold up against any player's prime in the history of baseball.

Ken Griffey Jr. is a great baseball player, but even a greater person. He is a true legend of the game, even though others have taken the spotlight today. He is a player where fathers will turn to their sons in a few decades and tell them that they saw him in his heyday. And we should feel honored today that we are able to do the same...

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Pedro to the rescue

There are those pitchers who have that certain presence on the mound. Not the good ones, I'm talking about the great ones. The pitchers with that certain aura, these guys who are the stuff of legends. Who will forever be remembered by players, experts, fathers and sons. The New York Mets, in the middle of an up and down season that started out as a championship mission, can be happy that one of these great pitchers wears their uniform. His name: Pedro Martinez.

Now of course, Pedro 2008 isn't the same Pedro he was years ago during his golden era. When he was the best pitcher this game has ever seen. But for a team longing for a presence, a leader and every help they can get, Pedro Martinez is more than just a shot in the arm. Not only can he still pitch well, he can put a team on his back. This outing last night against the lowly San Francisco Giants wasn't just about Pedro's solid numbers in the lopsided 9-3 win for the Mets. It was about rejuvenating a dead team that couldn't live up to the expectations so far. Right from the start you could sense an energy around the Mets and a completely new found confidence. Martinez, who touched 92 mph on numerous occasions, was well aware of his role: "I felt good. I can be a leader for this team and I hope I can keep it going." So does Mets manager Willie Randolph, and he is not the only Met who's praying that Pedro stays healthy. For now he is. This might just have been the day the Mets have turned their season around. Now don't get me wrong, they got a long way to go, many games to play and a lot of ground to gain. But with an all time great like Pedro Martinez on my side, I'll take my chances...