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February 21, 2006


Boston Fan in Michigan

//As a matter of fact, I think, as I was discussing with Iain earlier today, that there are probably many more ballplayers who share Foulke's position, but he's the only one dumb and / or brave enough to come out and say so.//

I think I read somewhere that even in high school Rich Harden preferred hockey, and probably would have gone that route if he hadn't been such a good pitcher. He's Canadian though, so it's kind of a special set of circumstances... I mean, you would expect nothing different, really. :P


From Roger Angell's 'Being Green' (Season Ticket, 1983):

'"The different ways that baseball reaches its audience are extremely important" [then Oakland A's President] Roy [Eisenhardt] said to me at one point on the subway. "The fans in the stands have an entirely different perception of the game than somebody watching it on television. Sometimes I think of baseball almost as something that exists like the notes on a sheet of music, which has to be performed-performed again and again, well or badly, sometimes brilliantly-in order to go from an inchoate to a choate state. It's performed in the stadium, with fans there to watch it, in attendance, and they are important-a real part of the process, whether you're aware of them or not. It's not a studio game. Did you ever go to a game where nobody seemd to be watching, really watching, or when there were so few people in the stands that they didn't seem to add up to a crowd? It's a totally different experience. It reminds you of that tree falling in the wilderness; if there's nobody to hear it, is there any sound? If there's nobody in the stands who really understands what's going on, you don't really have a baseball game."


Very well said, Beth. I'm in 100% agreement with your sentiments regarding Foulke.

Indeed, if I had a blog myself, I'd most likely go into some long-winded literary thingy comparing the major theme of Graham Greene's novel The Power and the Glory with the Foulke situation.

The novel is about a "whisky priest" who is anything but pious (he's quite the sinner actually) and doesn't even have faith in God himself, yet, still, the people need him so he goes through the motions of being a priest.

One of the points Greene makes in the novel is that for people of faith in the story, the holy act of the Eucharist is "beyond" the priest, i.e., it's on a higher level than the human. So although the priest is unworthy, the act itself supercedes him.

So tying this back to Foulke -- it doesn't matter if Foulke hates baseball, hates himself, hates the fans because the act he performs is sacrosanct and always exists on an emotional/sacred plane higher than that of any individual player.



you made my day. thanks for checking in.


Man, I miss you Edw. Sigh.

Anyhow, I read a great take on Foulke's comments the other day (on SoSH I think) where the poster pointed out that Foulke has NEVER said he hates PLAYING baseball, only that he hates watching it.

And that I can grasp. I hate watching soccer. Hate it. Find it terribly boring. But I loooove playing it. Love it immensely. There is a real difference.

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