You've got to be a Carpenter

One thing I've noticed about professional hitters... as a general rule, they are emotionless. Now, without question.. during a key moment of a stressful big moment game.. emotions are hard to hide.. passion rides high and ... occasionally, there is emotion. Sometimes for the good.. ala Alexei Ramirez' elation in yesterday's dynamic White Sox win (above). And... sometimes for the bad (after a strike out or a disputed called third strike). For the most part though, emotionless rules.

The professional hitter is concentrating on one thing.. the ball. It's intense concentration, too. Watch for yourself and figure out when the last time is that you focused on something.. anything.. so intently. Pure focus... "I am going to hit this pitch!"

Then, here comes the pitch... the professional batter does everything just right.. perfect load, perfect timing on the step.. whips the bat through the zone and.. oops, missed it. He is stoic. He doesn't stomp around.. hang his head or any other shenanigans. He just regroups... sets his focus and goes right back to work on the next pitch!

I like to use the analogy of a carpenter. Carpenters are paid to hit nails. They climb up on top of a structure.. they have their tool belt.. they have their nails. And they have their hammer. Pounding nails is what they do. Nail after nail.. whack .. whack .. whack! Hey, on occasion, they miss one. Do you think they stand up on the roof and announce to the world with some kind of antics that they missed the nail? Uh... no. They just pull another nail out and go back to work.




This is how a professional hitter approaches his at bat. He gets three strikes at the ball.. more if he "just misses one and fouls it off".. but, essentially he gets three shots at it.

He has his tools (knowledge of the game, the pitcher, the count, etc.) and he has his hammer (bat). His job is to hit nails.. hit the ball. Period. Go to work... be a carpenter at the plate.


Where as a carpenter has the little bitty nail to hit with the head of his hammer... a professional hitter has a small sweet spot (17 to 21 inches from his top hand) to hammer the baseball with. You have to concentrate to do that. You can't have emotion clouding your focus. Go to work. Hit some nails.

Magic in the Big Apple

The Cubs have been giving the Mets plenty of stress in their four game series, games the Mets simply had to win to stay on pace in the NL East and Wild Card spots. Game four was a battle Royal to be sure.

The Cubs even threw in a secret weapon to spice things up.. starting Rookie Micah Hoffpauir at 1st Base instead of Lee. All Micah did was go 5 for 5 on the night.. drive in 5 RBIs and hit his first two Major League HRs! His shocking 3 run shot in the 7th gave the Cubs what looked to be a win.. but that was before the magic arrived :)

Will all that, the resilient Mets came roaring back late in the contest to tie it in the 8th.. this after going down by 3 runs and the cold, wet NY fans getting very quiet. But, the Mets kept plugging away.. scoring one in the seventh.. two more in the eighth to tie it (the tying run scored when Ryan Church made an amazing slide to get around the tag of catcher Koyie Hill)... they did this with a nobody-on-2-out rally which was started by superb at bats from Beltran and Church. Ramon Martinez and Robinson Cancel followed with unlikely heroic hits of their own. Cancel's driving in Church for the tying run.



Good ol' Shea Stadium was rocking again in the rain and the stage was set for more heroics in the bottom half of the ninth when Beltran stepped up to the plate. Beltran smoked a 2-0 pitch on a rope down the first base line.. it clipped off the glove of the diving Micah Hoffpauir and trickled into right for the game winner.

Reyes led off the ninth with a single off losing pitcher Kevin Hart, and he stole second after Daniel Murphy, bunting on his own with two strikes, and Wright struck out. After Hart intentionally walked Carlos Delgado, Beltran pulled a line drive off Hoffpauir's glove for his second walk-off of the year.

I've got a pretty good feeling that there will be more Magic in the next few days.

Where have all the "Scouts" gone?

So, the other night at the local pub, I was sitting there enjoying the many games being broadcast when I overhear this fella spouting about how he knows the scout that "found" Jacoby Ellsbury.

"Yea, found him and signed him! What a find that was! Find one like that and you are set."

Funny thing is, I know the guy too - John Booher. I worked with John for alot of years. No offense to Boo.. but.. he didn't "find" Jacoby Ellsbury. The kid was on a team that set the stage for back to back National Championships. He was a Pac-10 All Star standout from Freshman year on. My point is.. Jacoby Ellsbury was not "hiding" in the vast talent pools of American Amateur baseball. How do you qualify that as "finding" a player?

Since I am ranting on "Scouts".. how about all of the "findings" in Latin America. Here we have some incredible young talent that is often signed at 16 years of age (legal or not) and then brought up through the pro instructional leagues with the best competition, coaching, equipment, etc. The youngster shows he has a little speed, some arm strength, a desire for the game and some scout "finds" him, signs him and wow... what a find that was!

Uh, just checking in here.. but, don't you think the same thing could be done in rural America? You know.. some Iowa corn field. Some place where the "Jacoby Ellsbury's" of the world are not slapped right in the face of the "scout"?

Let me take you back a couple of years to a fella named Bill Russell. Yea, the standout Dodger short stop. Russell never even played High School baseball. Oh, he would have played High School baseball... it just so happens his school was so small they couldn't field a team!!! Yet.. a real, live .. bonafide "scout" saw the athleticism of this guy.. saw the desire and competitive fire in him... and drafted him to the Dodgers out of High School! A couple of years later he is in the big leagues as an outfielder because the great Maury Wills plays shortstop. Wills leaves, Russell steps in.. for 12 years!

Sorry guys... I love ya Boo... but "THAT" is scouting. Not picking from the most celebrated.. high profile kids. There are tons and tons of young men capable of playing the game at the highest level all over America. Who will "Find" them?

College World Series

The Champions of mens College Baseball was decided on Wednesday. What a great ending to a fun post season in the college ranks. There were so many outstanding players showcased for the country. It's a shame that most people do not share in the excitement of college baseball.

Sure, the metal bats change the game some.. but no different than Arena football changing the NFL. They light up the scoreboard. That's just the way that game is.. the same for college baseball.

Although, you certainly see that good pitching can even shut down a metal bat lineup. Just as the young lefty from Fresno State did to the powerful Georgia Bulldog bats. Speaking of the Georgia bats... was it fun to watch that Gordon Beckham play? Or What? He is a very intense competitor and I loved watching his approach to hitting. He was rarely satisfied with an at bat... even when he hit it hard and it found the leather. He wants a hit every at bat.. that's kind of cool : )

I also enjoyed watching Tommy Mendonca from Fresno State. He was very impressive on defense and tied the CWS record with 4 Home Runs in the series. The bomb in Game 2 was massive.. first pitch! His glove was fabulous though.. if you hit it to the corner.. you are out.

This year is in the record books and next year will bring a new crop of players that will show us the passion of the game.. the excitement of offensive baseball and the unbridled enthusiasm of amateur baseball at it's best.