Congratulations, concert goers, on your exquisite opportunity to witness one of the world’s most renowned pop stars in the beautiful capital of our great nation. Now, I understand that this may be the first time some of you will enter this venue known as “Nationals Park,” so I thought I’d lend myself to anyone who may have concerns about the stadium. Here are a few questions I’ve overheard recently:
Nationals Park? Isn’t that like Yellowstone and the Grand Canyon?
Firstly, Nationals Park is surprisingly not part of the National Parks system. Yes, one displaced ‘s’ can make all the difference. Rather than a vast outdoor wonderland, Nationals Park is an American sports stadium.
The shape of this place doesn’t seem very good for concerts.
Nationals Park is in use for at least 81 days each year as a baseball stadium. Baseball, an American sport adapted in the mid-19th century, is played on a diamond-shaped, asymmetrical field. This is why the seats are arranged the way they are. Believe it or not, Nats Park was built specifically for the purpose of housing a baseball team. Atrocious, isn’t it?
Why don’t they get rid of that big pile of dirt there?
That pile of dirt, ladies (and maybe a few scarce, reluctant, gentlemen), is called a “mound,” and it’s where every play in the game of baseball begins. The “pitcher” stands atop it and throws the ball, a “pitch,” to the “batter,” who stands about 60 feet away from him.
And what about those big yellow things in the corners? They’re some weird-looking goal posts.
Close, close. Similar to goal posts in football, the ball’s relation to the “foul poles” in baseball determines whether or not the hit is “fair” or “foul.” If a batter hits the ball, and it leaves the field of play in any area between the yellow foul poles, it is called a “home run” and results in a scoring play for the batter’s team.
How about those platforms on the sides? That must be where the backup singers will stand.
Close, again, kind of. Those platforms are actually roofs of small gathering spaces called “dugouts.” They’re called dugouts because they are dug out of the ground. The baseball players and coaches occupy the dugouts when they are not playing in the field.
That’s a big TV up there. Is that for the people that get bored watching the baseball?
You’re right, that is a screen for videos. Although, it is most commonly called a “jumbotron” or “scoreboard.” During baseball games, it not only displays the score but also shows replays of the action on the field. It also lists the players’ names and some of their season statistics. If you’re lucky, they’ll use the screen to show your beloved Taylor Swift while she’s singing.
I like how they have that net back there. I assume it’s to block the crazy fans from rushing the stage, right?
Okay, the net is there to block something. The net blocks the balls the batter hits from striking (at fast velocities) the fans sitting behind there. If it weren’t for the net, fan injuries would be very common.
Hold on, I thought you said the batter hits the ball towards the poles. Why would he hit it back to the net?
Ah, I see the confusion. The batter does attempt to hit the ball out to the field, where the poles are. But the pitcher throws the ball at such high speeds that it’s common that the batter miss the ball by a few centimeters, causing a redirection of the pitch or a “foul tip,” and the ball will travel back towards the net at a result.
Okay, this is starting to make a little bit of sense. But I still don’t see why so many people would come to watch this baseball stuff. Back to the concert: is that slanted grassy area out there in the middle like lawn seating?
No, sorry, you’re not allowed to sit out there. That grassy area is called the “batter’s eye,” and—
What? But you said the batter stands all the way over by the net!
Just let me get there. As the batter stands over by the net, he faces out towards the field. While he is watching the ball come in from the pitcher, his line of sight goes directly towards that grassy area out there. If there are fans sitting out there wearing different colors and moving around, it can distract the batter as he concentrates on the pitch. So most baseball parks put a dark colored wall or patch of grass out there so the batter has a steady background that won’t mess with his vision.
The “Nationals” are the baseball team that plays at this park. They are named the “Nationals” because Washington, D.C. is the capital of our nation.
And “Capitals” was already taken…
Great! Thanks for your help. But one last thing. Is this whole deal sponsored by Walgreens or something?
That’s your best question yet!
For all the people needing disclaimers, this article was complete satire and the questions listed here were not actually asked by any concert-goer–as far as I know. I am not intending to insult the intelligence of anyone who may be attending the Taylor Swift concert and/or not be familiar with the sport of baseball. Many thanks to my partner-in-crime Ben Lawler, who also contributed to this article.
For a real review of Nationals Park, make sure to check out the Capital Conjecture, breaking down the complete seating situation–in 100 percent seriousness.
In a heated All-Star Game vote that has been headlined by the overwhelmingly disproportionate support for Kansas City Royals, the Marlins are in line to do something never before done in franchise history.
Both outfielder Giancarlo Stanton and second baseman Dee Gordon currently hold starting spots in the MLB.com fan vote. The Marlins have never had two players start in the All-Star Game. The last Marlin to earn a starting spot was Hanley Ramirez, who manned shortstop each year from 2008-2010.
Both Stanton and Gordon are certainly worthy of spots. Despite his mediocre average of .260, Stanton leads the league in home runs (25) and runs batted in (64) as of today. He plays above average defense in right field, but of course is known for his tape-measure home runs. Undoubtedly, Stanton will compete in the Home Run Derby, which takes place the night prior to the All-Star Game.
Stanton is second among all outfielders in votes received, behind Washington’s Bryce Harper, who has garnered a record number of fan votes this breakout season of his. Harper is currently hitting .345 with 24 home runs. The top three vote-getting outfielders receive starting positions.
Gordon, who maintained an batting average north of .400 for about two months at the beginning of this season, leads the league in hits (104). With double play parter Adeiny Hechavarria, Gordon’s defense is slick and showcases his incredible speed both at the plate and in the field.
Both Stanton and Gordon still need help from fans, though, as they could easily be overrun in the final weeks by the determined St. Louis fanbase. Gordon leads the Cardinals’ Kolten Wong by a little over a million votes at second base, but Stanton is ahead of St. Louis’ Matt Holliday by just over 100,000.
Dave Sims is the current play-by-play broadcaster for the Seattle Mariners on Root Sports Northwest, and has called Mariners games since 2007. Throughout his career, he has also covered many college basketball games including George Mason University’s upset of the University of Connecticut in the 2006 Elite Eight. Sims has the distinction of being the only Major League broadcaster to call two perfect games in the same season, a feat he achieved in 2012.
He was generous enough to talk with me recently for the blog, and provided a lot of interesting insight. I compiled it all with Paul Fritschner, and it became our debut episode of “The Top Step” for 2015.
If you are new to the program, “The Top Step” is our podcast-style talk show about all things baseball, including anything and everything that may be discussed on the top step of the dugout.
Special thanks to Dave for joining us for this episode, and we’ll be posting many more throughout the summer.
The last time I was at Camden Yards, it was August of 2007 and Johan Santana pitched for the Minnesota Twins as the reigning American League Cy Young Award winner. After that season, my dad switched his baseball allegiance to Washington when Nationals Park opened. And before I knew it, I had gone eight seasons without attending a game in Baltimore.
Seattle was in town for a mid-week, three-game series, so my brother Charlie and I trekked up to Oriole Park for Wednesday night’s game. I schlepped in at 5 p.m. when the gates opened, and hung out in left field for Orioles BP.
Just a few minutes later, a bald, white Orioles right hander, who I presume was Steve Pearce, hit a deep fly ball to my right. I knew I could catch it, so I jogged across my empty row and realized that an usher and two women were standing on the stair case right in my path. It was too late to hop over the row of seats as the ball hit the railing on the stair case and bounced up towards the concourse. Both the usher and the women were startled by the ball and the usher jokingly pretended to be perturbed. But he, of all people, should know not to stand around during BP without an eye on the field. C’mon son!
That, unfortunately, was my closest chance of the day. The Orioles really didn’t hit that many homers, and when I finally headed over to right field when the Mariners were hitting, nothing came my way.
Once the Mariners finished hitting, I headed over to the third base side where Charlie was sitting behind the Mariners’ dugout. Oriole Park has a good reputation for being a relaxing atmosphere to watch baseball, and at no point did an usher ask to see my ticket so I can affirm that reputation.
As the players milled out of the dugout in the minutes leading up to first pitch, I moved down along the left field line, just behind third base, to see if I could snag a ball and get some better pictures. There was a family down there with a sign for Nelson Cruz, who played for the Orioles in 2014 and is still a fan favorite in Baltimore. In addition, there were a few people who were looking for an autograph from Robinson Cano. Wouldn’t ya know it, but both of those players actually acknowledged their respective fans and came over to sign some autographs.
Poor positioning and an overall lack of effort prevented me from getting down to the front row. However, I did benefit. As everyone else was concerned about getting up to Cano, I realized shortstop Chris Taylor (pictured left, facing towards the camera) was finished with his pregame throwing and had a ball in his hand. We made eye contact and I raised my hand (I didn’t have my glove on). Without any verbal prompt, he tossed the ball my way and I caught it uncontested. The same thing happened last year at Safeco Field with Brad Miller. Right place, right time sort of deal.
Taylor, by the way, was just called up last week and is taking over for Miller at shortstop. Miller is moving into a utility/designated hitter/outfielder sort of role. Since Baltimore’s starting pitcher Wednesday was left handed, the same side Miller bats, Brad unfortunately did not get to start the game. Taylor’s promotion is in no way related to underperformance from Miller, who actually won the AL Player of the Week honors last week with four home runs on the Mariners’ homestand.
When the game began, I remained in my too-good-to-be-true spot in the third row behind third base. I’m not joking, no usher ever confronted me. After several innings, I ended up moving back behind the dugout where Charlie was–an almost empty row.
In the second inning, I had my first of two foul ball chances on the day. Chris Davis, Baltimore’s left-handed clean-up batter, skied a high pop up my way. I was sitting on the end of a row, and got up to maneuver down the steps to the front rail. At first, the ball appeared to be right on its way towards me, but then descended short. Kyle Seager, Seattle’s third baseman, made the catch about 15 feet down the line from me, right next to the rail. Had the ball carried further, he would have been right next to me for the catch.
The picture right is of the exact swing that produced the foul ball. After I took the picture and saw the ball’s flight, I put the camera in my right hand and held onto it as I ran down, glove on my left hand.
As for the game, Mariner catcher Mike Zunino hit an RBI double in the second inning to put Seattle on top by one. Two innings later, outfielder and former Marlin Justin Ruggiano crushed a two-run homer into the seats in left-center.
Roenis Elias pitched a gem for Seattle, going 7 2/3 innings, allowing one earned run on six hits and recording four strikeouts in the process. Taylor hit his first career triple in the seventh inning to tack on a the fourth run. And I did get to see Brad Miller play when he recorded a pinch-hit single in the top of the ninth (pictured below).
My second foul ball chance of the day also came off the bat of Chris Davis. In the bottom of the ninth, representing the tying run, he hit a high foul ball well over our heads towards the upper deck. It hit off the facade and bounced back our way. In fact, almost exactly our way. It was headed towards the home plate end of our row, and we were on the third base end. I scooted across the mostly empty row, but had to pull up because there were two people sitting down, who had previously not been there. The ball bounced on the steps (I think) and was bobbled by a bunch of fans sitting in front of us.
Back to the game. Mariners’ closer Fernando Rodney had an eventful ninth inning. Starting with a 4-1 lead, he allowed consecutive singles to bring the tying run to the plate. Davis, whose at bat included the above-described foul ball, struck out looking. Steve Pearce stepped up and was set down likewise. J.J. Hardy then singled to draw the Orioles within two, but Rodney induced a groundout on the next batter to finish the save.
I got a pretty neat picture of Rodney (right) with his signature arrow celebration. He mimes shooting an arrow, then Logan Morrison, first baseman, puts his arm around him and the two gaze at the mock arrow’s landing spot. In the picture, you can also see the first base umpire hold the ultimate “out” call, with Travis Snyder, the retired batter, pulling up in dismay.
The Mariners won by the final score of 4-2. It was Elias’s first win of the year. Ruggiano had a double in addition to the home run, and was interviewed after the game by Root Sports, the Mariners’ television network.
As this was the first game at Oriole Park in some time, as well as the first time I attended batting practice in Baltimore, I think I should re-rank it on my stadium list. Oriole Park, after all, was the trailblazer of the so-called “ballpark revolution.” Many new stadiums were modeled after it and have mimicked its charm.
My previous top three were, in order: PETCO Park, Great American Ball Park, and Safeco Field.
I have to take into account the surrounding city, so it therefore cannot best PETCO Park in San Diego. Oriole Park, since it’s right next to M&T Bank Stadium (home of the Baltimore Ravens) is in a similar position to Safeco Field, where the surrounding neighborhood is a sports district. Great American is also in that spot near Cincinnati’s football stadium. In that sense, Camden Yards has a better district than both Safeco and Great American. It’s cleaner, easier to navigate, and just feels ballpark-ish.
Further, Oriole Park is better for batting practice than both PETCO and Safeco. There’s more left field seating as well as the flag court in right field that provides an open space for batting practice maneuvering. It’s also a bit easier to navigate than PETCO. The warehouse decorating right field is a unique feature and defining characteristic. Finally, the fans and ushers are both of utmost friendliness. All things considered, Oriole Park at Camden Yards now ranks #2, behind PETCO and in front of Great American and Safeco. The #5-11 parks are, in order: Fenway, Minute Maid, Marlins, Nationals, Dodger Stadium, Turner Field, and RFK Stadium.
Finally, the ball Taylor threw me was the first I’ve acquired this season. Therefore, it was my first with Rob Manfred’s, the new commissioner’s, signature.
Every Major League Baseball I had acquired up to yesterday bore the signature of Allen “Bud” Selig, the previous commissioner who retired in January.
I started writing a scathing editorial of the Marlins’ front office, but I realized that Miami’s executives are so corrupt and unqualified that such a piece is redundant. Further, I don’t know what’s going on in the minds of owner Jeffrey Loria and his henchmen David Samson, Dan Jennings and Michael Hill. But I’ll pretend to.
Yesterday that peanut gallery fired manager Mike Redmond, a long-time catcher for the Marlins, Twins and Indians who was well-respected by players and coaches around the league. In his place they put GM Dan Jennings, a man who has not worn baseball pants since he was signed by the Yankees as an undrafted pitcher in 1984.
Loria, the eerily Vader-like tyrant of this franchise, is clearly not running a baseball team. He’s trying to run a profitable enterprise…into the ground.
I don’t even know what kind of enterprise it is. Maybe a personal playground for his playmates, fulfilling Jennings’ lifelong dream of getting to wear a Major League Baaseball uniform. Possibly a front for smuggling exotic fish into the United States–those aquaria aren’t behind home plate for show. Maybe it’s the most exciting way he can employ himself while collecting and dealing art. One thing is for sure, though, he doesn’t care about the product on the field.
Baseball is a great sport. It’s a relaxing, thinking man’s game that takes patience and hard work in order to achieve greatness. And that greatness comes in the form of succeeding just 30 percent of the time you pick up the bat. It’s not a game that flourishes in the face of politics or greedy businessmen, as our nation’s capital knows. And it’s not a game that generally spits out rewards overnight, although the Marlins do have two successful seasons in their history that may fool you into thinking otherwise.
Loria continues to operate this franchise by taking one step forward and one and a half back. A process that has slowly moved the club nowhere and lost him respect everywhere.
Previously, he had conned the city of Montreal and had its franchise relocated to Washington, D.C.. I’m quite happy with that, especially considering the Nationals’ success under the Lerner family.
Then he came to Miami and fired Joe Girardi after a successful 2006 season in which: a) Girardi won Manager of the Year, b) Hanley Ramirez won Rookie of the Year, c) Dan Uggla hit 27 home runs as a rookie, and d) It finally looked like the Marlins would be contenders.
Then he conned the city of Miami into dumping tax payer dollars to finance his ballpark, which looks like a new-age spaceship sitting in the quaint neighborhood of Little Havana. He furnished the stadium with a spectacularly dreadful piece of art–which cost him more than any single one of his players in 2013 did–that doesn’t even have a name other than “home run sculpture,” inside of which he probably stores more of his stolen art and foreign fish.
Finally, just this past offseason he convinced the most powerful hitter baseball has ever seen that he was finally committed to putting a winning product on the field, and locked up Giancarlo Stanton for this year and 12 additional seasons to the tune of $325 million–money that was magically hidden while he was trying to finance that stadium.
Don’t be fooled, baseballers, these are just the highlights. He signed Ozzie Guillen to a four-year contract before 2012, and Mike Redmond to a three-year extension after 2014. That means he will be paying THREE men for the job of one manager until the end of this season.
Dan Jennings, the new manager, has not coached in professional baseball whatsoever, and in today’s press conference the Marlins executives spoke of Jennings as though he’d be a revolutionary piece to the dugout who will stick around for years to come. Just like Girardi. And Fredi Gonzalez. And Guillen. And Redmond.
Loria could have hired Jeff Conine, the most beloved player of this franchise’s history, affectionately known as “Mister Marlin.” He could have called on 84 year-old Jack McKeon, who won the 2003 World Series as interim manager of the Marlins and is also a fan-favorite. He could have named Giancarlo Stanton player-manager, and the whole clubhouse would have shut up and listened to the most impressive hitter they’ve ever played alongside. He could have made Ichiro player-manager, which would have been simultaneously genius and hilarious. Ichiro, who speaks through an interpreter, would have had some legendary umpire arguments (that would have looked a lot like this, except with Japanese instead of French).
Let’s go back to the spaceship, but now use it as a metaphor for the whole franchise. And I’ll call the ship Enterprise, since that what Jeffrey Loria is running. He’s the owner of the ship, and employs his manager as the captain, who heads the day-to-day operation of the ship and makes the ground-level decisions. But the captain must make do with what the owner of the ship has given him in terms of equipment and resources. He also must rely on the information his navigators provide. Well the navigators are Miami’s front office, and they’re all corrupt. They, along with the owner, want the ship to crash and burn, somehow profiting off the process. All along, though, they must appear to be operating a functional vessel. So whenever it looks like the captain has overcome the flawed equipment and directions and is righting the ship, the owner looks for a quick excuse to throw him overboard, into the abyss.
For Girardi that excuse was something he said in a press conference. For Redmond, it was a sub-par 38-game start to a season in which the Marlins have operated in most part without their two best pitchers. Neither of which is a reason to fire anyone, but both of which are covers Loria has used to steer his ship away from success.
This process has gone on long enough for Loria, as the Marlins are still an operable baseball club that wins games. So he has hijacked the ship’s bridge with right hand man Dan Jennings, who will do everything Loria tells him. Pretty soon, David Samson is going to be hitting in the two-hole, and Loria himself will stand out in center field and dance as the home run sculpture.
The problem is at the head. And that problem will exist until there’s a new man at the top.
Patience is a vital virtue to practice in baseball. And when someone in charge makes greedy, impatient decisions at the slightest underperformance on the field, it creates a carcinogenic stigma. There’s no way to win in baseball when you’re afraid to lose. The best teams win because they’re having fun and enjoy winning. If the Marlins’ players and coaches show up to the ballpark in fear of losing, in fear of Loria, they’ll never win.
Now that I’ve described Loria in terms of Star Wars AND Star Trek, I may turn to Tolkein’s world when he trades Giancarlo Stanton sometime in the next two years.
Baseball is a wonderful sport, but it’s not for the greedy or impatient. And until the leaders of this team are ready to make an arduous climb that will be painful and will take time, baseball in Miami is going to be a wave of mediocrity, a sideshow to the circus in the front office.
There’s a talented school of fish on the field in Miami. And despite the team’s recent struggles, fans have been treated to an assortment of individual showcases.
Primarily, Ichiro is a wizard on the diamond. Known for his uncanny ability to guide any pitch off his swift bat for a hit, he’s just as smooth in the field. The 41 year-old outfielder has been a vital presence in Miami’s lineup this season, and it was evident in the ninth inning Sunday.
Although it was nullified by Steve Cishek’s blown save, Ichiro pulled off one of the most intelligent and cunning plays you’ll ever see. With the Marlins up by one, the Giants had a runner on first with no one out in the bottom of ninth inning. Gregor Blanco hit a long fly ball to right field, toward the wall. Ichiro backed up and turned towards home plate a few paces from the warning track as though positioning himself to catch the ball. The drive, however, was well over his head and clanked off the rigid right field wall.
Ichiro, though, had deked Joaquin Arias, the runner on first. When Arias saw Ichiro turn, he froze in the basepath assuming the ball may be caught. Luckily for Ichiro, the ball bounced directly towards him after it hit the wall. He quickly threw it in and Arias had to hold at third base, momentarily preserving Miami’s lead.
A few things here: Foremost, Ichiro’s decision, assuming it was as deliberate as it appeared, was unbelievably clever. To know that the Marlins were up by a run and that the tying run would score as a result of the hit, and to make the decision he did in the knick of time is incredible. He pulled it off to perfection. Second, it was unbelievably risky. The right field wall at AT&T Park in San Francisco is notorious for producing strangely-angled rebounds. Ichiro, of all players, should know this. In 2007, he was the beneficiary of such a bounce during the All-Star Game when he skied one off the wall and rounded the bases for the only inside-the-park home run in All-Star Game history. He lucked out again Sunday when the ball bounded right back to where he was standing. Had it ricocheted the opposite direction, the game could have ended on the play.
Knowing the situation and taking the risk are indicative of his sagacious veteran qualities as both a player and a leader. Luckily for him and the Marlins, it paid off–for the time being, albeit.
Ichiro was playing the right field spot that normally belongs to baseball’s best slugger Giancarlo Stanton. The two players are a unique juxtaposition of the generations of talent in the league, as well as the different styles of play that characterize a star. Stanton, the 25 year-old outfielder who stands at 6-foot-6, made headlines Tuesday with his mammoth home run that exited Dodger Stadium.
Stanton is a southern California native, and has traditionally hit well at parks out west, including Dodger Stadium. The blast Tuesday, though, was a first for him. He smashed an 0-1 offering in the first inning an estimated 475 feet to left field, completely clearing the bleachers and clanking off the top of the pavilion roof, bouncing somewhere behind the seats. Andy Van Slyke, the Dodger left fielder, did not so much as take a jab step back on the ball, merely watching it sail out of sight.
It was Stanton’s eighth homer of the season. Since the start of 2014, Stanton himself has hit six homers that have traveled at least 460 feet. That’s double the number that any other Major League team has put up. The Toronto Blue Jays have the next-highest with three.
The other studs for Miami this season? Shortstop Adeiny Hechavarria and second baseman Dee Gordon. The duo has turned several dazzling double plays this season in the field, and Hechavarria particularly is showing he has one of the best defensive ranges in the game.
Gordon, meanwhile, has been garnering attention at the plate. He has 58 hits already in just 32 games, leading the Major Leagues with a .426 average. He has also stolen 12 bases in 19 attempts, which leads the team. As they say, speed never slumps, and Gordon exhibits some of the swiftest base running in the business. It will be intriguing to see if he can keep putting the ball in play with such efficiency. The record for hits in a season is 262, held by none other than teammate Ichiro (2004).
Monday was the first Nationals bobblehead giveaway of 2015. Two things: The Nationals have the greatest marketing team in Major League Baseball. And Monday’s bobblehead commemorates Livan Hernandez’s first pitch in 2005, marking the return of baseball to D.C.. Hernandez also played for the Marlins in his career, so it was fitting that the giveaway happen at a game against Miami. In case you missed the photo post, all the good pictures I took Monday night can be viewed by this link.
I got the Park around 5:40 while the Marlins were taking BP. There were relatively few home runs, and the Red Porch was crowded already. Unfortunately, Giancarlo Stanton does not make batting practice a daily home run derby. He tries to spray line drives around the field and only a few times unloads for long homers. That said, both he and Michael Morse hit homers beyond me in the Red Porch, and I wasn’t close to either.
Joe was with me and he was wearing a floral print Marlins hat (above) that I bought him for Christmas. It’s something that only a kid like him could pull off. And it looks pretty snazzy. It benefited him about an hour later when we trekked over by the Marlins dugout as they vacated the field. A Miami player, who I think was Jarred Cosart, threw him a ball.
A funny thing happened a few moments later when I saw catcher J.T. Realmuto emerge from the dugout to go warm up in left field. He was wearing the Miami gray away jersey, and since he was the first player out I assumed the Marlins would be wearing gray. Then more players came out, all wearing black. The next time I saw Realmuto he was wearing the black jersey. It must have been an honest mistake from the young catcher.
After the National Anthem, I remained behind the Marlins dugout in an empty row–an ordinary seat upgrading move. Uncharacteristically, the usher asked me for my ticket midway through the top of the first inning, so I had to get up and go to my real seat much farther down the line. I was still able to get a few good pictures of the first inning from my closer spot.
This was the first time, I believe, that I’ve seen Ichiro play in person. He did not disappoint, recording two hits and an RBI in the game. He did, however, get picked off in the second inning.
The game itself featured Jordan Zimmermann and David Phelps pitching against each other. Luckily for the Marlins, it turned out a lot better than the last time Zimermann faced them at Nationals Park. Though, Miami’s bullpen spoiled a great start by Phelps.
Both teams scored once in the first inning and went scoreless through the middle innings. In the top of the seventh, Marlins first baseman Justin Bour hit an opposite field homer off the top of the left field wall. Jayson Werth answered for the Nats in the bottom half of the inning. He drilled a two-out RBI single to center field to tie the game at two. The timing was appropriate for the scruffy Werth as a large, orange moon rose above Nationals Park (see picture below).
In the top of the eighth, Miami got two runners on for Jeff Baker, who punched an RBI single into right field. Later with the bases loaded, Ichiro chopped a grounder up the middle that Danny Espinosa booted, allowing another run to score to give the Marlins a 4-2 lead.
In the bottom of the eighth, a lead off walk to Ryan Zimmerman haunted the Fish as Ian Desmond crushed a game-tying two run homer two batters later. The homer landed on the turf batters’ eye to the right of the Red Porch. Two fans hopped the rail from the seats and ran down to get the ball. They were promptly ejected from the stadium. I sure hope they got to keep the ball.
Later in the inning, Yunel Escobar laced his fifth single of the day to right field, scoring two runs and giving the Nats a 6-4 lead. Tanner Roark, naturally, came in to pitch the ninth inning for his first career save. With one on and two out, he faced Giancarlo Stanton. After three consecutive balls, it looked to be a sure walk. But Roark snuk a fastball into the zone on 3-0, got Stanton to chase a 3-1 pitch outside, and then got him swinging on a 3-2 slider to end the game.
The Marlins haven’t faired as well at Nationals Park over the past three seasons as they did in the previous four. They defeated Washington 2-1 Tuesday night, but that was just their 5th win in DC in the past 21 games. Hopefully they can get the bats going Wednesday for the series win.
In addition to smond’s eighth inning homer, Marlins first baseman Justin Bour also went long in the gameDe. Joe and I were walking around the stadium at the time, but I did get to see the home run from the Red Loft in center field. Including those two blasts, the three I saw in Cincinnati last month, two by the Nationals last August, three I saw in Seattle last July, and David Ortiz’s blast in Boston, I’ve seemingly reversed the elusive homer trend my dad and I established. Back in the day, we’d often miss home runs when getting up out of our seats during games. Now, I don’t remember the last time I missed one.
Final score: Nationals 6, Marlins 4.
Here’s a bit about Livan Hernandez:.
Livan Hernandez was one of the few players of baseball history that made memories for both Marlins and Nationals fans. In 1997 at the age of 22, he won nine games as a starter for Florida and was an integral part of their World Series championship. In 2005, he threw the first pitch in Nationals history. My lasting memory of Livan, though, has to be a game the Nats played in Cincinnati sometime around 2010 or 2011. He wasn’t pitching, but the Nats needed to move a runner over in the later innings. The manager summoned Livo to pinch hit, and he emerged from the clubhouse with untied cleats, putting his batting gloves on as he entered the batters’ box. A few pitches later, he laid down a perfect sacrifice bunt, jogged a few steps up the line, and let the pitcher tag him out. He turned and re-descended into the clubhouse to resume his presumable mid-day nap.
It was my dad’s birthday and the Marlins were in town for Livan Hernandez bobblehead night. Hernandez was a part of the 1997 Marlins World Series team when he was just 22 years old. He was the Opening Day starter for the Nats in 2005 and 2006, then returned to the team for the 2009-2011 seasons.
A game entry will come soon, but first here are pictures from the 18th time I’ve watched the Marlins at Nationals Park. If you click on one picture, a slideshow window will pop up and you can scroll through all of them.
I don’t care if it’s just for one series, Dan Uggla is making sure that baseball remembers his name before he’s gone for long. The fan-favorite Marlin is now making some new fans in Washington, and hopefully reigniting the Nationals clubhouse in the process.
Tuesday night, Uggla tallied five RBIs over his final two at-bats, capping Washington’s incredible comeback victory over Atlanta with a three-run homer in the ninth inning.
There are few things I enjoy more in baseball than Uggla’s sweet swing, back-and-forth slug fests, and the wails of Atlanta Braves fans as they choke on their own tears to the beat of Satan’s own chop house music. Tuesday night featured all of those things.
Some background on this story: After Uggla’s classic tenure with the Florida Marlins (2006-2010), he spent parts of the next four seasons with the Braves, his average declining all the while. In 2014, the Braves released him as his batting average sat at .162. The San Francisco Giants picked him up and shortly thereafter released him. Before this season, the now-journeyman second baseman was signed by the Nats, and has racked up substantial playing time due to an injury to third baseman Anthony Rendon.
Monday, the Nationals began a series at Turner Field, marking the first time Uggla had played as a visitor in Atlanta since leaving the Braves.
Uggla tripled in Monday night’s match up at Turner Field, a game the Braves won, inciting boos from the shallow citizens of Atlanta who apparently will not forgive him for faltering under their unconditionally negative regard during his tenure with the Braves. It’s one thing to boo your own player for his under-performance, but to harass him for success elsewhere is a lack of respect.
And for someone who works as hard at the game as Uggla does, I’m sure he did not take those boos lightly. Instead, he channeled all of his career aspirations into a game for the ages on Tuesday.
The Nationals fell behind 9-1 after two innings, and slowly began chipping away at Atlanta’s lead. By the top of the seventh, the score stood at 11-7 in favor of the Braves. Uggla stood in with two runners on and drilled a triple to right field, his second three-bagger in as many nights, drawing the Nationals within two runs.
But he waited until the ninth inning to finalize his revenge on the Braves. Washington was down 12-10 in the top of the ninth with two on and one out. Uggla fell behind in the count 0-2, though “protect the plate” is not in his vocabulary. In other words, Uggla always has the “dinger sign.” Fearlessly, Uggla crushed the next pitch deep into the left field seats, shocking the stadium and sending Washington’s dugout into a frenzy.
The Nats held on for the 13-12 victory, and gained the priceless momentum of a thrilling division victory in the process. Washington’s struggles thus far have been well-documented. Leave it to the unlikely source of Dan Uggla to turn things around.
Marlins broadcaster Rich Waltz ensured that we will never forget how to say Uggla’s name, but Uggla himself is ensuring that we will say his name. And even if just for one night, we’ll remember his impact on this great sport we all love. For that, I’ll forever be a fan of the stocky, free-swinging second baseman…whose name. Is Dan. Uggla.