Magical Baseball
As we read and argue about predictions sabermetricians and others have made about the Halos this year based on varying statistical analyses, you have to wonder about, well, intangibles. When statistics and past performances dictate one logical eventuality, and yet we see Palmer win 10 games, Morales blow away all expectations, Vlad’s game-winning hit against Papelbon and the Sox in the playoffs, Mathis parking one against the Yanks, the Angels winning the division (again), or go back to Spezio’s lazy high fly somehow finding the seats in 2002—the list is enormous. Some would call it . . . magic. Whatever you call it, it’s certainly part of what makes baseball exciting and a big component of what we enjoy about watching films and reading books about the sport: the sense of the unknown, the sense that on any given day, anything can happen. Adam Kennedy can hit 3 bombs in one playoff game.
There is, of course, dramatic magic in many sports and in many sports movies. Perhaps the best sports film or text with this theme is not about baseball, but the hockey film Miracle. Second might be a basketball film, Hoosiers. But baseball films virtually corner the market on the the sense of preternatural magic that informs the story, that sets up the plot. From the goofy light-weight supernatural nature of Angels in the Outfield, to the magical realism of The Natural and Field of Dreams (both based on excellent novels), baseball texts/stories/films have become the legendary vehicles for conveying a magical sensibility inherent in a sport still intensely endemic to the American experience. In Field of Dreams, the ghosts of villified and legendary players return to redeem themselves in proving their love of the game—if you build it they will come…In The Natural, there is Roy Hobbs’ collosal game-winning smash that strikes the light tower, which erupts in a cascade of sparks, like a glittering electric snowstorm. But beyond the spectacular, what I enjoy about The Natural, is how it illuminates many of the sacred symbolic idioscyncrasies of the game, like (in the film) the connection the batboy has with Roy Hobbs, which testifies to the special connection between adult players, the youngsters who revere them, and the youngster those who love the game harbor inside. There is also a sense of magic in the way the artistic text itself conveys the iconic moment: Hobbs heroically and stoically rounding the bases framed in the fragments of falling light. But the novel of 1952 resonates the most with me, as when author Bernard Malamud poetically captures that which is magical in the most basic moment of baseball: the confrontation between pitcher and batter. It is early in the novel and the youthful unknown hayseed Roy Hobbs takes on the legendary Big Whammer in an impromtu duel to the delight of all attending a small hacktown carnival. With two strikes on the big man, and fueled by his anger over Whammer’s braggardry, Hobbs “raised his leg” and hurls:
“The third ball slithered at the batter like a meteor, the flame swallowing itself. He lifted his club to crush it into a universe of sparks but the heavy wood dragged, and though he willed to destroy the sound he heard a gong bong and realized with sadness that the ball he had expected to hit had long since been part of the past; and though Max could not cough the fatal word out of his throat, the Whammer understood he was, in the truest sense of it, out.
The crowd was silent as the violet evening fell on their shoulders.”(30)
More than just the intensity of this sort of uber confrontation, man vs.man, the almost Bushido code sensibility of the American warrior doing battle with bat and ball, there is the beauty and lyricism of the writing and how it conveys more than just the stark realism of the duel, but something that effects us in a deeper way about baseball, something . . . well . . . magical.
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Great post
The stat revolution has become a new orthodoxy bent on enforcing models over anything resembling enjoyment of the game. But it was at one time the only respite from an ocean of sportswriter-filed bullshit insisting that Jim rice and al Oliver were the giants of the game.
by Rev Halofan on Jan 29, 2010 1:48 PM PST via mobile reply actions
Baseball movies suck
I didn’t hate The Rookie or Bull Durham, that’s about it. Field of Dreams might be the single most cynical movie in the history of cinema.
The only baseball movie, and in fact maybe the best damned movie of the 1970s, was The Bad News Bears.
These are all objective facts.
WE each aspire to be Kelly Leak
As we trudge closer to being Buttermaker…
by Rev Halofan on Jan 29, 2010 2:22 PM PST via mobile up reply actions
On the internet, we're all Tanner.
Whatever dude.
by Mayheminthehood on Jan 29, 2010 3:20 PM PST up reply actions
Uhhh, have you seen Kelly Leak lately?
I’d rather be Buttermaker …….. in his PRESENT state.
Thank you, Omar Minaya! Thank you, Mets (Vaughn, GMJ) AGAIN!
Sorry man, but Field Of Dreams does have a single redeeming scene that makes the movie worth recording.
It was the final motion picture appearance for Burt Lancaster, playing the role of “Moonlight Graham”, based on the real life Archie “Moonlight” Graham. One of the most noble people to play pro baseball, and a great real life story.
The way that Lancaster delivers his scene with Kinsella, just before his character dies, is pure hollywood magic. We have not had an actor deliver lines as eloquently and articulate since that one scene, in that one film.
Just make sure to fast forward to that scene. Go ahead and skip the rest.
Had I owned the Pittsburgh Pirates, I could have saved America.
I totally agree about Lancaster
What a class act and classy actor, and it was a perfect part for him.
I do think the whole film is very good (as do Ebert and other critics), and I don’t find it very cynical. Surprised that it’s received no votes as of yet.
Anothe Bad News Bears supporter here.
I also used to really enjoy The Pride of the Yankees and Bang the Drum Slowly as a kid.
Another favorite baseball film of mine was a small movie called Long Gone (1987), starring William Pertersen, Virginia Madsen, and Durmot Mulroney. It was about a southern minor league team in the ’50s, headed by an aging veteran (Petersen) who may have seen his last shot at the Show come and go as the new crop of hotshots come up.
For all you Netflix-ers, you should put it in your ques. If nothing else, there is a great shot of a young Virginia Madsen’s ass that caused the destruction of both the rewind and pause buttons on our old VCR. Sorry, mom.
The Pride of the Yankees is fantastic.
If only that franchise had folded up shop a couple decades ago.
Rest in peace, Rory. When I think of some of the greatest moments in my Angels fandom, I hear your voice describing them. Thanks for everything you gave us.
Bang the Drum Slowly
is soooo under appreciated.
“From here on out, I rag nobody.”
And of course TAGWAR “The Amazing Game Without Any Rules”
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer.
Miracle was pretty good
A bit disney-esque, but Kurt Russell was good and it had great sports action. I’d say the Natural has it beat, though.
Anaheim Ducts
No love for "The Sandlot"?
You’re killing me, Smalls!
Had I owned the Pittsburgh Pirates, I could have saved America.
by Stirrups on Jan 29, 2010 4:15 PM PST reply actions 3 recs
Yes.
Sandlot all the way. That’s how my friends and I played growing up. Crazy ground rules, neighbors we were afraid of…it was our own world and it was awesome.
Captain, there are doubt's...
I voted for, and was the only to do so, Field of Dreams
why? because the end scene when he asks his dad “to have a catch” hit’s me hard and I can relate to it fully. Great movie. The Sandlot is a very close 2nd. Possibly 1A and 1B.
First we had a Salmon and now we have a Trout, let's see the same results.
I would have voted for Field Of Dreams (my #3), since Damned Yankees is not listed (my #2).
But Bull Durham was listed. Bull Durham invokes within me far more of the actual spirit of baseball than any other, and touches on a hell of a lot of my own memories playing the game. (Except, unfortunately, that whole Susan Sarandon thing. No such luck there, for me.)
Had I owned the Pittsburgh Pirates, I could have saved America.
Haha, yeah Nuke was the man when it came
to women. So what was relative for you? Wild control? The wonderful minors? Giving up a bomb off the bull? lol What a great movie. That’d be my #3
First we had a Salmon and now we have a Trout, let's see the same results.
by angelskid2210 on Jan 29, 2010 6:58 PM PST up reply actions
Long, dull, hot, boring practices under a quiet sun.
Girls drawn to the wrong dudes. Throwing 90 miles per hour without a clue as to where the ball is going. Successes unobserved and unappreciated. Failures come game time. Ah, good times…good times.
Had I owned the Pittsburgh Pirates, I could have saved America.
Gotta love baseball.
First we had a Salmon and now we have a Trout, let's see the same results.
by angelskid2210 on Jan 30, 2010 9:39 AM PST up reply actions
That whole calvalcade of fireworks at the end of The Natural blows it for me.
Utterly preposterous eye candy that is a total distraction during the climactic emotional moment.
Had I owned the Pittsburgh Pirates, I could have saved America.
But it anticipates the Big A
and the fireworks for Halo homers.
Can’t you visualize Matsui stoically trekking the bases while the sky is alight, a Japanese Redford?
J.D. Salinger-Field of Dreams
Terence Mann (James Earl Jones) is fictional but inspired by the life of reclusive author J.D. Salinger
Oops...Kinsella wrote the novel _Field of Dreams_ is based on
Shoeless Joe—my bad…
There’s a biography about Salinger that is called Dreamer or something
The Natural
Hobb’s BABIP is due for some serious regression…
"Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
Ha.
I laughed at that one.
"Precious in the sight of the Lord, is the death of His Saints." - Psalm 116:15 Rest In Peace, Nick.
Major League.
The scene at the end of the game, when Jake fakes the Babe Ruth bit and lays down the bunt, barely beating it out, on his bad knees.
Angels baseball. We do what we must, because we can -- HaloDutch
Jeebus. Rant time.
Field of Dreams isn’t nearly as much about baseball as it is about at least 2 other fundamental questions/aspects of life;
1) Father/son relationship – One of the 4 key potential relationships of a nuclear family, the other 3 being father/daughter, mother/son, and mother/daughter. As Angelskid2210 wrote above, the film delivers an emotional wallop when Kevin Costner’s character has the opportunity to play catch with his father. And not his much, much older father. A father that was "preserved" from his youth…as Costner’s character put it, "…before he’d been beaten down by work and life". Haven’t any of you wondered what your Dad (or Mom) was like in their youth? Don’t you wonder how they spent their time…that is, the time before you appeared on the scene? Perhaps this is a question that doesn’t come to mind as much if your father is still around. My Dad has been gone for 20 years (he actually died almost one year to the day after the release of this film). Field of Dreams makes a whole lot more sense now than it did 5 years ago, and it made more sense 5 years ago than it did 10 years ago, and so on. I get it now, much more than I did in previous viewings.
2) Pursuing your dream/goals – Especially at this time, there are a lot of small business owners that are feeling extremely challenged due to economic circumstances. I know many vendors that have maxxed their lines of credit, credit cards, and their home equity to keep in business. Why? Because they are still pursuing their dreams and goals. They are attempting to stay in business because…well, among many reasons, they never wanted to and/or got tired of working for some other a**hole. In that sense, they are not much different from Ray Kinsella…guys putting their asses on the line with some crazy hope in mind. These are the type of people you’d find profiled on "Dirty Jobs". Salt of the earth types. They pursue their goals in spite of the hardships, with the hope that the future will bring better opportunities.
"Field of Dreams" is about some fundamentals of life. Baseball just happens to be the vehicle. Cynical? I don’t know where or how the movie is cynical. Maybe I just missed it. To me, it is the essence of magical, in life and baseball.
by sothball on Jan 29, 2010 8:25 PM PST reply actions 1 recs
Yes!
And this is why I love Field of Dreams.
This field, this game. It’s a part of our past Ray. It reminds us of all that once was good.
It used to get to me as a little kid.
by TheQuestforMerlin on Jan 30, 2010 4:57 AM PST up reply actions
That's definitely not a rant, Soth
You offer a well-written, concise ‘mini-essay’ that develops the film and post themes beautifully.
I would also add: 3) Redemption—Shoeless Joe and the other 7 players accused of throwing the game appeared to have died with the curse still upon them without a chance to redeem themselves, and that’s what the story allows them to do. They return to show that what they were really all about was baseball: their skill, their love of the game, their comradery; their crime was a really bad call, an aberration, a mistake in judgement for which they paid dearly. And since we all make mistakes—sometimes really f..ked-up ones—we se ourselves in these people looking for forgiveness, looking for a second chance.
There is some correlation here to Pete Rose and the current steroid controversy. Will McGuire and others ever be able to redeem themselves for their mistakes? Ever be able to gain back the admiration of the fans they worked so hard to garner? Ever able to be voted into Cooperstown? (the Roid Room?)
Costner’s chararater in “Field of Dreams” offers Shoeless Joe and the others a vehicle by which to find some sense of pyschic equilibrium, even though it is essentially too late since they are dead. But I wonder if we will ever offer McGuire and the others that 2nd chance,, or do they still have to serve penance for their crimes to baseball and humanity?
That’s a good point that I hadn’t previously considered.
And I think your analysis is correct. It doesn’t offer Shoeless Joe and others a chance at redemption. It’s too late for them. It does offer redemption of sorts for those of us that currently consider their transgressions. As far as McGwire and the other potential members of the "’roid room", I have no idea how they will be perceived in the future, and whether or not they will ultimately be elected to the hall of fame. There was an article linked a couple of weeks ago by Bill James that argued they eventually will get elected, and that the impact of steroids will eventually diminish.
Beyond that, thanks for the compliments. Your post about the "magic" of baseball is well written. Every year, baseball provides it’s surprises. Who would/could have anticipated the 2009 Angel’s season? I doubt the most imaginative writer could have written a crazier script.
Finally, I enjoy hanging here for the various viewpoints. Regarding "Field of Dreams", Stirrups wrote above that the role of Burt Lancaster’s role was rewarding, but little else. MattWelch wrote above that it "…may be the most cynical movie ever made". I have tried to think today, where is the cynicism? I haven’t found it, no matter how many times I have re-played the movie in my head. The point here isn’t necessarily to agree or disagree. It’s to prime one’s thinking…even over a movie 20+ years old. I like that, beyond someone reflexively agreeing/disagreeing with my point of view. Toward that end, I believe the Rev has done a good job in fostering this type of debate on this site. It’s candy for the mind…you get so much, but you come back for more. It’s addicting. Hang around. It only get’s better.
Well said!
I agree completely.
As a non-believer, I’d even say there is an element about faith in the flick. The searching for and reaching for you goal when all evidence points to you being wrong – or crazy. That faith that Kinsella has is impressive. And legendary.
Great movie.
RIP Nick...
Jim Scully
Jim Scully Home
by jimmuscomp on Jan 30, 2010 1:54 PM PST via mobile up reply actions
Absolutely no disprespect intended to your comment...
…I can only add…the thought that my final destiny is no different from Adolph Hitler, Pol Pot, Josef Stalin, or Mussolini, I’d be a very depressed person.
they weren't nearly as witty as you
so I’ll remember you fondly. Those other guys can rot.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer.
Click this one right up over.......................^ here!
"Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
Bad News Bears!!!
Now stuck in Colorado Springs
by stuck in Romania on Jan 29, 2010 11:52 PM PST reply actions
The Natural = An Abomination
The movie, that is. Actually, let me clarify. As a movie, it’s OK. But it shouldn’t be called “The Natural” any more than a romantic comedy in which the star-crossed young couple lives happily ever after should be called “Romeo & Juliet.”
SPOILER ALERT!
In the book, Roy Hobbs is a tragic figure. He takes the bribe. And he strikes out.
That’s why I find the movie so disgusting. It isn’t “The Natural.” It’s just something else entirely that happens to have characters with the same names as those in Malamud’s book.
I hear you
but actually, the Barry Levinson’s film follows the story very closely in many ways. Yes, they add the batboy relationship and change the ending—ending changes are very common in Hollywood of course. Speaking of cynicism, the book is very cynical and yes more tragic. I actually like the film’s ending better where Roy succumbs temporarily to the corrupt empowered figures working against him, but then pretty much says, “F… it!” and crushes the ball to win the game. In the film, he fought the law, and he won…I like that theme generally over the Everyman-getting-his-butt-kicked-everytime theme. When I want that kind of cynicism (which might also be called Realism or Naturalism), I’ll got to the works of Cormac Mccarthy or movies like “The Hurt Locker,” “Closer,” “Proof,,” A"pocalypse Now," etc.
Another element I like about the film is some of the actors and their performances, particularly Robert Duvall. It may also offer the three hottest women in any sport film: Barbara Hershey, Kim Bassinger and a young Glen Close.
I refuse to believe that glenn close has ever been good-looking.
"Precious in the sight of the Lord, is the death of His Saints." - Psalm 116:15 Rest In Peace, Nick.
You may have a point there
or perhaps you’ll be surprised next viewing…
but Bassinger and Hershey are just…nice…
Of course, a lot could be said for Madonna, Geena Davis, Lori Petty and Tea Leoni in “League”…
I think you're forgetting someone!
Try Rosie O’Donnell!
"Precious in the sight of the Lord, is the death of His Saints." - Psalm 116:15 Rest In Peace, Nick.
by angels4adam on Jan 31, 2010 12:11 AM PST up reply actions
What?
No love for Mr. 3000? That was an instant classic!
/sarcasm
"Precious in the sight of the Lord, is the death of His Saints." - Psalm 116:15 Rest In Peace, Nick.
Bull Durham all the way
Two scenes I really like…
1.) Nuke is finally gaining control of his mighty fastball and Crash Davis goes out to the mound and tells him to hit the bull. Nuke lays one up side the Bulls head and starts to smirk and giggle on the mound. The batter tells Crash ‘This guy is crazy’… Crash responds by saying he never knows where the pitch is going to go. Next pitch is strike three on the outside corner as the batter swings at the plate looks like John Kruk in the all-star game against The Big Unit.
2.) The Durham Bulls have lost yet another game and the coach comes into the shower and throws a bunch of bats across the floor. He has a fit and says, “You lolly gag around the infield, you lolly gag in and out of the dugout… What’s that make you?” The assistant coach responds and says “Lolly gaggers”
Light up the Freakin Halo!
Yeah, I'm just going home, grab a shower and shave, give the wife a little pickle-tickle, and I'm on my way.
Runner up: Rosie to Madonna “You think there are men in this country who ain’t seen your bosoms?”
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer.
Bad New Bears
yet another vote.
Pride of the Yankees..yep.
I have to call out “The Winning Team” with Ronald Reagan as Grover Cleveland Alexander.
And how can we ever forget Reggie Jackson trying to kill the Queen of England at the Big A in an Angels uniform in The Naked Gun?
my bad- stupid Hollywood
the game as at Dodger Stadium
but this is hilarious
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7igsvOqOYXA




























