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jueves, abril 24, 2014
Five Ways to Cheat at Baseball Without Using Steroids
Give Michael Pineda of the New York Yankees credit for this much: He cheated the old-fashioned way.
The nervy Pineda was caught Wednesday night
with an obvious smear of sticky pine tar on his neck — meant, he said,
to get a better grip on the ball on a cold night in Boston. It was
Pineda’s second offense in the first month of the season.
So, hey, who needs
steroids? Creative ways to cheat are as old as the game itself. Here are
five examples — some simply slippery, others more elaborate, and at
least one that reads like something out of “Mission: Impossible.”
Master of the Spitball
Gaylord
Perry was well-known for slicking up the ball to make it dive and curl.
You name it, he used it: Vaseline, hair tonic, his own spit.
His reputation was so established that Perry used it to mess with hitters’ minds.
Before
every pitch, even the legal ones, he went through such a series of
contortions —running his fingers along the inside of his cap, behind his
ears, down his sleeves — that he looked more like a sleight-of-hand
magician or a mime than a pitcher.
Gene
Mauch, the legendary manager, once said of Perry that if he was ever
elected to the Hall of Fame, he should be enshrined “with a tube of K-Y
jelly attached to his plaque.”
Perry got the last laugh. He won 314 games — and did indeed go to Cooperstown.
The Corked Bat Caper
The
irascible Cleveland Indians slugger Albert Belle had his bat
confiscated on July 15, 1994, when the manager of the Chicago White Sox
raised the possibility that it was corked.
Corking
a bat — hollowing out the business end and replacing the wood with
material like cork or even ground-up superballs — makes the bat lighter
and thus the hitter’s swing quicker.
The accepted wisdom that it helps the ball travel farther has been questioned by physics experts.
But no matter: What happened next in that 1994 game is what elevates
the Belle story from time-honored cheating to slapstick hilarity.
The bat in question went to the umpires’ room. Then one of Belle’s teammates, pitcher Jason Grimsley, wriggled through an air duct, dropped down from the ceiling, took the Belle bat and replaced it with a legal one.
This
was not exactly James Bond-level spycraft. The replacement bat had
another player’s name on it. Belle served a seven-game suspension.
The Even More Famous Pine Tar Episode
Say
the words “pine tar” or the name “George Brett” to baseball fans, and
they think of the greatest thermonuclear meltdown in the history of the
game.
On July 24, 1983, with his
Kansas City Royals down 4-3 to the New York Yankees with two men out in
the ninth inning, Brett hit a home run against Goose Gossage, putting
the Royals ahead 5-4.
Billy
Martin, the Yankees manager, who elevated paranoia to an art form,
called for an inspection of the bat. Using home plate as a ruler, the
home plate umpire, Tim McClelland, found that Brett had pine tar too far
up the handle.
The memorable part came next: Brett charged out of the dugout in a vein-popping, expletive-peppered, arm-flailing fit of rage.
But
Brett had been busted on a technicality. The reason for the 18-inch
rule wasn’t an unfair advantage for the hitter — it was that pine tar
was getting on too many batted balls and ruining them.
The
Royals filed a protest, and the American League president found that
Brett had violated the letter, but not the spirit, of the law. He
reinstated the home run and ordered Brett ejected for the outburst.
The
game was resumed 25 days later. The Yankees offered free admission to
anyone who was there the first game. They went quietly in the bottom of
the ninth. Final score: Royals 5, Yankees 4.
Where Did That Come From?
On
Aug. 3, 1987, Joe Niekro was on the mound for the Minnesota Twins and
threw a slider that knifed through the air so fiercely that it looked
suspicious to the home plate umpire, Tim Tschida.
He went out to the mound and ordered Niekro to empty his pockets. Niekro turned them inside out. As he raised his arms — nothing to see here — a small object fluttered out and fell to the ground.
It
was an emery board, perfect for scuffing a ball and changing its
aerodynamics. Niekro had a plausible explanation: He threw a
knuckleball, and knuckleballers need to keep their nails precisely
manicured to throw the pitch with precision.
Nobody
bought it. In any event, Niekro was found to have sandpaper, too. He
wasn’t running a nail salon. The league president suspended him for 10
games. Niekro got a gig on Letterman out of it.
“The guy was so blatant,” second base umpire Steve Palermo told Sports Illustrated at the time, “it was like a guy walking down the street carrying a bottle of booze during Prohibition.”
Grand Theft
The 1951 New York
Giants have a special place in baseball history: They won the deciding
game of a playoff against the Brooklyn Dodgers on a walkoff home run by
Bobby Thomson.
It is known as
the Shot Heard ’Round the World and is arguably the greatest home run in
history. But there was more to the story.
The
Giants had set up a telescope in the clubhouse beyond center field and
stationed a coach there to intercept the signs flashed by the opposing
catcher to signal what the next pitch would be.
An
electrician set up a buzzer, enabling the Giants to relay the signs to
the bullpen — one buzz for a fastball, say — and from there they could
be relayed to the hitter. The relay code was as simple as crossed or
uncrossed legs.
Prager detailed the scheme in a 2006 book, “The Echoing Green.”
It is impossible to know how much the trick helped the Giants erase a 13-game deficit that summer and pull even with the Dodgers, setting up the playoffs. As for Thomson and his home run: Did he know what pitch was coming?
“I’d
have to say more no than yes,” Thomson mysteriously told The Journal in
2001. “I don’t like to think of something taking away from it.”
-------------------- but don't forget sammy sosa with his corked bat:
¨Saturno jugando con sus hijos¨/ Pedro Pablo Oliva
Seguidores
Carta desde la carcel de Fidel Castro Ruz
“…después de todo, para mí la cárcel es un buen descanso, que sólo tiene de malo el que es obligatorio. Leo mucho y estudio mucho. Parece increíble, las horas pasan como si fuesen minutos y yo, que soy de temperamento intranquilo, me paso el día leyendo, apenas sin moverme para nada. La correspondencia llega normalmente…”
“…Como soy cocinero, de vez en cuando me entretengo preparando algún pisto. Hace poco me mandó mi hermana desde Oriente un pequeño jamón y preparé un bisté con jalea de guayaba. También preparo spaghettis de vez en cuando, de distintas formas, inventadas todas por mí; o bien tortilla de queso. ¡Ah! ¡Qué bien me quedan! por supuesto, que el repertorio no se queda ahí. Cuelo también café que me queda muy sabroso”. “…En cuanto a fumar, en estos días pasados he estado rico: una caja de tabacos H. Upman del doctor Miró Cardona, dos cajas muy buenas de mi hermano Ramón….”. “Me voy a cenar: spaghettis con calamares, bombones italianos de postre, café acabadito de colar y después un H. Upman #4. ¿No me envidias?”. “…Me cuidan, me cuidan un poquito entre todos. No le hacen caso a uno, siempre estoy peleando para que no me manden nada. Cuando cojo el sol por la mañana en shorts y siento el aire de mar, me parece que estoy en una playa… ¡Me van a hacer creer que estoy de vacaciones! ¿Qué diría Carlos Marx de semejantes revolucionarios?”.
Quotes
¨La patria es dicha de todos, y dolor de todos, y cielo para todos, y no feudo ni capellanía de nadie¨ - Marti
"No temas ni a la prision, ni a la pobreza, ni a la muerte. Teme al miedo" - Giacomo Leopardi
¨Por eso es muy importante, Vicky, hijo mío, que recuerdes siempre para qué sirve la cabeza: para atravesar paredes¨– Halvar de Flake[El vikingo]
"Como no me he preocupado de nacer, no me preocupo de morir"- Lorca
"Al final, no os preguntarán qué habéis sabido, sino qué habéis hecho" - Jean de Gerson
"Si queremos que todo siga como está, es necesario que todo cambie" - Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa
"Todo hombre paga su grandeza con muchas pequeñeces, su victoria con muchas derrotas, su riqueza con múltiples quiebras" - Giovanni Papini
"Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans" - John Lennon
"Habla bajo, lleva siempre un gran palo y llegarás lejos" - Proverbio Africano
"No hay medicina para el miedo"-Proverbio escoces "El supremo arte de la guerra es doblegar al enemigo sin luchar" -Sun Tzu
"You do not really understand something unless you can explain it to your grandmother" - Albert Einstein
"It is inaccurate to say I hate everything. I am strongly in favor of common sense, common honesty, and common decency. This makes me forever ineligible for public office" - H. L. Menken
"I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation. We must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented" -Elie Wiesel
"Stay hungry, stay foolish" - Steve Jobs
"If you put the federal government in charge of the Sahara Desert , in five years ther'ed be a shortage of sand" - Milton Friedman
"The tragedy of modern man is not that he knows less and less about the meaning of his own life, but that it bothers him less and less" - Vaclav Havel
"No se puede controlar el resultado, pero si lo que uno haga para alcanzarlo" - Vitor Belfort [MMA Fighter]
Liborio
A la puerta de la gloria está San Pedro sentado y ve llegar a su lado a un hombre de cierta historia. No consigue hacer memoria y le pregunta con celo: ¿Quién eras allá en el suelo? Era Liborio mi nombre. Has sufrido mucho, hombre, entra, te has ganado el cielo.
Para Raul Castro
Cuba ocupa el penultimo lugar en el mundo en libertad economica solo superada por Corea del Norte.
Cuba ocupa el lugar 147 entre 153 paises evaluados en "Democracia, Mercado y Transparencia 2007"
Cuando vinieron a buscar a los comunistas, Callé: yo no soy comunista. Cuando vinieron a buscar a los sindicalistas, Callé: yo no soy sindicalista. Cuando vinieron a buscar a los judíos, Callé: yo no soy judío. Cuando vinieron a buscar a los católicos, Callé: yo no soy “tan católico”. Cuando vinieron a buscarme a mí, Callé: no había quien me escuchara.
Un sitio donde los hechos y sus huellas nos conmueven o cautivan
CUBA LLORA Y EL MUNDO Y NOSOTROS NO ESCUCHAMOS
Donde esta el Mundo, donde los Democratas, donde los Liberales? El pueblo de Cuba llora y nadie escucha. Donde estan los Green, los Socialdemocratas, los Ricos y los Pobres, los Con Voz y Sin Voz? Cuba llora y nadie escucha. Donde estan el Jet Set, los Reyes y Principes, Patricios y Plebeyos? Cuba desesperada clama por solidaridad. Donde Bob Dylan, donde Martin Luther King, donde Hollywood y sus estrellas? Donde la Middle Class democrata y conservadora, o acaso tambien liberal a ratos? Y Gandhi? Y el Dios de Todos? Donde los Santos y Virgenes; los Dioses de Cristianos, Protestantes, Musulmanes, Budistas, Testigos de Jehova y Adventistas del Septimo Dia. Donde estan Ochun y todas las deidades del Panteon Yoruba que no acuden a nuestro llanto? Donde Juan Pablo II que no exige mas que Cuba se abra al Mundo y que el Mundo se abra a Cuba? Que hacen ahora mismo Alberto de Monaco y el Principe Felipe que no los escuchamos? Donde Madonna, donde Angelina Jolie y sus adoptados around de world; o nos hara falta un Brando erguido en un Oscar por Cuba? Donde Sean Penn? Donde esta la Aristocracia Obrera y los Obreros menos Aristocraticos, donde los Working Class que no estan junto a un pueblo que lanquidece, sufre y llora por la ignominia? Que hacen ahora mismo Zapatero y Rajoy que no los escuchamos, y Harper y Dion, e Hillary y Obama; donde McCain que no los escuchamos? Y los muertos? Y los que estan muriendo? Y los que van a morir? Y los que se lanzan desesperados al mar? Donde estan el minero cantabrico o el pescador de percebes gijonese? Los Canarios donde estan? A los africanos no los oimos, y a los australianos con su acento de hombres duros tampoco. Y aquellos chinos milenarios de Canton que fundaron raices eternas en la Isla? Y que de la Queen Elizabeth y los Lords y Gentlemen? Que hace ahora mismo el combativo Principe Harry que no lo escuchamos? Donde los Rockefellers? Donde los Duponts? Donde Kate Moss? Donde el Presidente de la ONU? Y Solana donde esta? Y los Generales y Doctores? Y los Lam y los Fabelo, y los Sivio y los Fito Paez? Y que de Canseco y Miñoso? Y de los veteranos de Bahia de Cochinos y de los balseros y de los recien llegados? Y Carlos Otero y Susana Perez? Y el Bola, y Pancho Cespedes? Y YO y TU? Y todos nosotros que estamos aqui y alla rumiando frustaciones y resquemores, envidias y sinsabores; autoelogios y nostalgias, en tanto Louis Michel comulga con Perez Roque mientras Biscet y una NACION lanquidecen? Donde Maceo, donde Marti; donde aquel Villena con su carga para matar bribones? Cuba llora y clama y el Mundo NO ESCUCHA!!!
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