“I wish my son was more aggressive at the plate,” a friend of mine said.
You wish your son was more aggressive? I could go through the list of pseudo-humorous things I wish I had, but you know that joke. I want things, and I need things, but I’d feel foolish suggesting that I wish something were true, because I know that that someone would turn on me and say, “Well, go get it!”
This has always been one of my least favorite responses because it’s obnoxious, tedious (because everyone says it) and true. Yet, who is more tedious and obnoxious, the person who says, “Go get it!” or the person who sits down and whines and wishes?
Wishing is for small children and people who find genies in a bottle. For the rest of us, it’s a waste of breath, unless we’re going to “Go get it!” A couple of years ago, I wished my kid wouldn’t strike out so often. I wanted him to do better, so we went out to the backyard, then we left the comfy confines of home to open baseball diamonds and batting cages to go get it. Did we get better? We did, because we did it so often that it happened.
Prior to all that, my kid was shocked and devastated by the fact that he wasn’t the athlete he thought he was, and aren’t we all? Our delusional dreams and projected images of greatness eventually, and painfully, hit a controversial wall called reality. I label the wall controversial, because soon after I told my kid he wasn’t better than he thought, I knew that would get me in trouble with positive reinforcement crowd. After I introduced him to the reality of the situation, we set about getting him better. The latter, needless to say, doesn’t happen after one, two, or three twenty-minute sessions. This is a time-consuming, frustrating, and eventually rewarding process.
I’m the type of guy who thinks, perhaps unreasonably at times, that everything is my fault. If I can’t access a website, for example, I think it’s my fault. It might have more to do with the site’s administrator, but that doesn’t stop me from thinking that I did something wrong. When my son struck out so often, I knew it was partly my fault. The kid was so young that he didn’t know how to do things himself. He had to be taught, and I wasn’t teaching him. I forced him to endure mind-numbing hours of hitting, fielding, and pitching so often that he begged for it to be over. He wanted to play Mario Odyssey, watch YouTube, and do anything and everything he could find that was less taxing. We called our workouts forty, forty forty. Forty hits, forty ground balls, or pop-ups, and forty swings. After doing this for years, when I now see a kid on a baseball field have trouble with the fundamentals of baseball, I can tell just how much time their dad has spent helping them get it.
My job, and your job, if you wish it to be true, is to source the problem and correct it. Baseball is a game, and ten and unders are going to make a ton of mistakes. If they make the same mistakes, over and over in a manner that cries out for resolution, I see it as my job to find a way to help him fix it. If you don’t have the time to personally see to it that the error is corrected, do you have the money to hire an instructor, and if neither of those avenues are available to you, what can you do to try to make it happen, other than sitting in the stands, wishing it were true.
Some of us are visual learners, some are auditory, and others are reading and writing learners. If your goal is to help your child learn how to play baseball, there’s no avenue better than just doing it so many times that he learns how to do it. It’s what psychologists call Kinesthetic Learning, or what the rest of us call doing it.
It’s possible for a kid to learn another way, I suppose, but I’ve never explored it. What’s the best way to learn Math, swimming, bowling, or baseball? They have to do it so often that they learn. Malcolm Gladwell suggest we can do anything to a decent level of prowess by investing 10,000 hours into doing it. It sounds so obnoxiously simple that it can’t be the solution, so we read books on it, watch YouTube videos, and invest in some sort of professional tutoring. All of these elements are instructive and can be used to supplement doing, but it’s so obvious that it hardly seems worthy of mentioning that nothing beats doing something so often that we do it better.
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Once our kid learns and earns a certain level of prowess, how do we take them to the next level?
“If you want your kid to advance, get him into a select league,” they say, and they’re right. But, and there’s always a but, a kid learns by doing. We can say he might get better playing a higher level competition, but what if he’s not having fun at the next level? My son is currently on a team composed almost entirely of his friends from school. On this team, my son plays, and he strengthens his relationships with his friends while playing. He looks forward to games, and he has a lot of fun playing in them. That’s far more important to me than advancing him to the next level with the hope that it will strengthen his abilities in such a way that he might continue to play baseball in high school, college, and the Majors. This is the dream, but is it their dream or ours? When we take a look at the numbers, we know that the chances of him playing beyond high school are minimal, and while looking at those numbers we need to ask ourselves who are we really aiming to please? Are we seeking a way for him to be the exception to these ratios for his eventual happiness, or are we looking to satisfy our dream of one day being one of those parents who have front row tickets to our kid’s first major league start? If we follow the plan of making sure he’s having fun, we’ll turn down that invitation for a select league to keep him in a league where he’s having the most fun. We also do this to prepare for the day when he meets the extent of his talent and ability, and our dreams come to a crashing halt. When this happens, we want to look at our son and say, “Well, we had a lot of fun along the way.”
Last season, a kid named Jimmy received an invitation to advance to a select team over my son. My vicarious impulse was jealousy. I thought my son was better, but I’m biased. Jimmy was, at least, comparable to my son in talent. Flash forward a couple games into this season and Jimmy is not playing on that select team. He’s sitting on the bench. I have no idea if this is a commentary on Jimmy’s ability, compared to the rest of the team, but bottom line, he’s sitting on the bench, and if he’s not playing, he’s not learning, and he’s not advancing. But playing at a higher level lifts all boats. The classic example, in another sport, is Sidney Crosby. Crosby was the youngest brother always playing with his older brothers and their friends. Crosby needed to be better just to compete with them. Crosby became better, and he became so good that he was a first pick in the NHL Draft, and he became one of the best players in the NHL. Crosby, however, was playing against them, as opposed to riding the bench. My guess is this kid named Jimmy is experiencing some next-level play in practice, but nothing beats doing it in a game.
The select teams also requires a greater commitment to baseball, and I don’t think this commitment will be advantageous. Right now, my son plays a number of sports and he is learning the art of taekwondo. If he commits more of his time to baseball, he will have to sacrifice those other sports. Why would we do this? He has a lot of fun doing all that other stuff too. I think playing those sports, and learning the art of taekwondo, provides him a well-rounded learning experience, and if he chooses a sport to focus on at some point, that will be a decision for him to make. Right now, he’s just having fun, and I see no reason to advance the needle.
As with everything else in life, there are no easy answers, but there is one easy question. What are we doing with our free-time? Instead of watching the latest docu-drama on Netflix, or flipping through our phone for the next twenty minutes, why don’t we take a trip into the backyard and flip the ball around with our kid for twenty minutes a day, three-to-four times a week for a couple years.
Baseball is baseball. It’s a sport, and some observe that the obsessive devotion to sports and games is trivial compared to all of the other, more important activities in life. If you think that, you’re right in general terms, but what are you currently doing with them that is so much more vital and crucial to their life? And what were your plans when you held them in your arms that day in the delivery room? Did you plan on letting them watch YouTube for another hour, so you could have a little more “me” time? What we’re talking about when we talk about baseball, soccer, flag football, or whatever ten and unders can do for a couple hours when they’ve not gaming, is committing to something so thoroughly that they develop a discipline, and a character-defining devotion. We’re talking about developing a discipline and a devotion to something they might remember, and they won’t remember conquering Mario Odyssey or flipping through various YouTube influencers. They will remember the days they spent playing sports with others, and the countless hours they spent playing in the backyard with you. It takes a level of commitment, a discipline, and devotion from both of you if you wish want him to get better, or more confident, the next time he steps on a baseball diamond, and that may prove trivial in the grand scheme of life to everyone in the world except for the two of you.
“How many penalties are we going to call in this game?” the National Football League (NFL) fan asks when they watch a game now. We know we’re not alone when we say, “Something has to be done here. This is just getting ridiculous.”
“Don’t complain unless you have a proposed solution,” my 6th grade teacher said so often that it’s so ingrained that I wouldn’t write this article without a proposed solution.
Have you watched an NFL game recently? Of course you have, we all have. Have you noticed the number of penalties called? Of course you have, we all have, dating back to our dads and our grandads. Our complaints usually center around three things: Too many rules, too many flags, and how all of the above often prevents the players from playing the game. We blame the on the field NFL referees, which is a little unfair, because it’s not their fault. They’re the face of the NFL rules developed and handed down by the NFL’s Competition Committee (NFLCC), and those rules are so numerous and restrictive that when officials don’t throw flags, players complain. They’ve become so accustomed to so many flags being thrown that when they’re not the players are shocked. We all are. In some ways, I think NFL officials would welcome a new rule by the NFLCC that takes some of the burden off them by reversing the current trajectory of annually adding so many rules that it inhibits the fans’ enjoyment of the game. Let these incredible athletes play the game to determine the outcome. The collective we should vie to go back to the day, not so long since passed, when the NFL, the NFLCC, and the NFL referee’s goal was for no one to know their name at the end of the game. That’s gone. It just is.
Another point of emphasis we should add here, to sympathize with the average NFL referee, is that they, like most of us, are graded on performance. They are heavily scrutinized. They’re graded on accuracy of course, on calls made, on the flow of the game, on proper positioning and general professionalism. In the 2021 regular season of the NFL, referees made 11.8 calls per game, up 4% over 2020. In 2023, referees average around 12.5 calls per game. That .7 isn’t a huge uptick, but it does feel higher.
The next question we have is has the NFLCC added .7 more penalties occurring on the field? Is there stricter enforcement of the rules, or are referees more scrutinized than ever before? After every game, referees are scrutinized on a play-by-play basis, and they receive a coaching session on how they could’ve called various plays better. At the end of the regular season, those referees with the highest grades make the post-season roster of referees.
Somewhere, in the recent history of the NFL, the NFL’s Competition Committee (NFLCC) realized that they went too far making rules in favor of the offense. They realized that were making it almost impossible to play defense without some sort of penalty being called. It’s one thing to institute rules that protect players from injuries and potential injuries, but offense-friendly rules progressed so much that some former defensive stars of the NFL said things like, “I’m just glad that I don’t have to play in the modern game.” Some former defensive stars suggest that some of their hits, and the methods they used to defend a player, would’ve been legislated out of the game. (Think Rodney Harrison, Ronnie Lott, and Ray Lewis.) The NFLCC decided, in their infinite wisdom, to correct that unfairness, perceived or otherwise, by instituting more rules and more penalties, this time on the offense. That, of course, resulted in more flags, tons of them.
I don’t know if this was a general practice that dates back decades, but the current NFL players is now coached, in sessions, how to comport themselves according to the rules. In the past, I can only imagine, players went through drills and coaches said, “Yeah, that’s illegal now, according to the new NFLCC rules.” The players are now coached in closed-room settings put on by an instructor from the NFL. If this has always occurred and I’m unaware of it, that’s fine, but it appears as those there are so many rules now that the average NFL player has such a tough time keeping up with what’s legal and illegal that they need a closed-door session, put on by the NFL, just to keep up.
There are now so many flags thrown a game that not only does it inhibit the game, but it gives the officials far too much power in determining the outcome of games, power I would guess NFL referees would gladly relinquish. Rather than pass more rules to counter the counter, I suggest that they institute the two new words sizable advantage to the 2023 NFL Rulebook.
Anyone who has watched the NFL for as long as I have, has blindly accepted meaningless and ticky tack penalties for most of our lives. We’ve seen them so often and for so long that we accept the idea that officials are going to make certain calls. We’ve accepted that a twitch by a left guard is a five-yard infraction called illegal motion, for example, but does that twitch give the offense a sizable advantage in that play? As I wrote, we’ve accepted this for so long that it’s accepted. Yet, if there is no discernible advantage, and the left guard returns to a stationary position, the 2023 NFL should not require that the official throw a flag under the new, 2023 no sizable advantage rule. The NFLCC should require their officials to determine if that twitch gained the left guard an advantage against a D-lineman, or does the D-lineman gain an advantage, based on the idea that the left guard just tipped him off regarding what direction the play is headed in? In my sizable advantage rule, if a referee throws a flag, a three panel replay review board would determine, via expedited review, if the offense gained a sizable advantage by the twitch. If they decide there was no sizable advantage, the officials pull the flag. One asterisk: if a D-lineman spots the twitch, they can come across the line and force the official to throw the flag, but they run the risk of the officials missing the twitch. Whatever the case, if that twitch that doesn’t draw the defense offsides, the twitch rule needs to go.
My new “sizable advantage” rule would receive applause and boos throughout the league, as officials would be calling it both ways of course. The call would be “expedited review claims that the offense did not receive a sizable advantage for the infraction, no penalty.”
The same process would apply to the “two men in motion” and “illegal formation” penalties. As long as both players become set before the snap, no “two men in motion” men in motion penalty will be called. As for the illegal formation penalty, one definition of it states that someone on the end of the line has to be equal to the center’s waist, near the line of scrimmage. As we saw in a Washington vs. NY Giants game, a touchdown was called back because a receiver was about a half a yard off the line of scrimmage. Say what you want about that penalty, but Washington received no “sizable advantage” by one of their receivers standing a half yard off the line of scrimmage. That particular play was a run up the middle, and the receiver played no role in it. The referee would then say, “Expedited review has declared no sizeable advantage for Washington on the illegal formation call, no penalty, touchdown Washington.”
In some instances, officials follow the current rulebook regardless the circumstances, and they slow the game down by doing so, in my opinion, because calling innumerable ticky tack rules often diminishes the game. The officials also make subjective errors all the time, and when they make such errors “we” call for more replay reviews. I don’t know why a fan would call for more replay reviews, but I understand that they, officials, and the NFL in general, want to get it right. If there are more replay reviews, they should all be by the new “expedited review” process we’ve witnessed in the playoffs in 2023. Expedited reviews can also be used to determine if the letter of the rules applied in this case, or if the subjective, discretion officials might be called upon to make when it comes to determining sizable advantage. The NFL needs to place three officials in the review room to make expedited reviews of various calls like, hands to the face, illegal contact after five yards, and all of the “ticky tack” holding calls on the offense and defense to determine if they provide a sizable advantage to one team or the other. If the advantage cannot be determined in an obvious and expedited manner, with a very specific and short time limit, the officials should probably, and unfortunately, default to the call on the field, as they do other replay reviewed calls. My standards of operations of NFL referees would be expressly interested in limiting the number of penalties, as such there would be no reviews, and no downgrades, of of referees for non-calls, unless they are deemed egregious missed calls.
We could go through each individual penalty to determine some of the silly, “ticky tack” calls, but we would be here all day arguing about the definition of certain calls vs. sizable advantage. Yet, there is a “we all know it when we see it” principle to on the field calls that can be meted out in an expedited review process.
There is some frustration we feel when an NFL analyst, and former rules official in the booth arguing that a penalty should’ve been called there. Some of us, and I dare say a progressively growing majority, were done with that about ten years ago. “You actually want more penalties?” I scream at these two from the comfort of my home. “Just let them play!” I scream that, even EVEN when the calls benefit my favorite team. For most NFL fans, I realize their complaints are relative to their team and situational, but my bet is if the NFL sent out a survey that asked the question, “Do you want to see fewer penalties called, even if those penalties benefit your team,” the result, I think, would hover somewhere around 100%. If not, the future viewer at home would start citing the sizable advantage asterisk as often as they do the roughing the passer rule now.
The old adage “The best official is the one you don’t remember” is gone, it just is. The typical, modern NFL fan thinks that the NFL official currently wields far too much power in the game, because there are far too many rules that we’ve accepted for so long that we no longer question whether or not they provide a sizable advantage. I suggest the NFLCC steer the NFL in the opposite direction, for the first time in NFL history, and limit the number of penalties called in a game. As long as said penalty doesn’t result in an injury, or the possibility thereof, I say the NFLCC starts to review the number of penalties called and invokes rules like this one to diminish them going forward. The NFLCC needs to make a concerted effort to limit the number of calls in a game by invoking the “sizable advantage” rule that referees will enforce on the field. We understand that this is a subjective review that might make it harder to gauge and grade an NFL referee, but something has to be done here. The number of calls has been arcing upward for generations now to the point that the NFLCC rules are just taking some of the most compelling and fun elements out of the game. Most NFL players know that it’s a privilege and not a right to play in the NFL, and if they want to continue to play there, they have to conduct themselves according to the rules, but the average NFL fan doesn’t view it that way. We want to see the top athletes compete against each other to see who wins the game, and in an ever-progressing manner, the NFL referee is inserting themselves into the battle and helping decide the outcome. That’s not fair, and it’s not right to characterize it that way, but that’s the consensus, and even though the current monster of professional sports organizations, they still need to address the complaints of their customers. The consensus also has it that the current NFL referee is the bad guy, and the referees know it. My guess is that the modern NFL referee would not only see the logic in the new and improved “sizable advantage” asterisk, and they would probably go behind the scenes to encourage members of the NFLCC to approve it.
“Who is the bad guy?” is the first and last question we want to hear in any story. We used to love to root against bad guys, but some bad guys (e.g. Darth Vader and Joker) changed that dynamic. Some bad guys are so charismatic that we cheer them on as much, and sometimes more, than the good guys, but in most cases, we don’t want our bad guys complicated or conflicted, with a multi-layered narrative that leaves some doubt. We don’t want to think. We want Scooby Doo bad guys who only lament getting caught. Eliot Asinof’s 1963 book Eight Men Out:The Black Sox and the 1919 World Series does not satisfy this need. There are no heavy breathing bad guys encased in black metal in the tale, no maniacal laugher at the end, and no one specific person to whom fans, historians, or any of the players involved can point to when a kid allegedly says, “Say it ain’t so” in the aftermath of some members of the most talented team in Major League Baseball in 1919, the Chicago White Sox, confessing to fixing World Series before a grand jury.
If we are living paycheck to paycheck while our employer gets rich as a result of our efforts, our bad guy, in this tale, is the penny-pinching Chicago White Sox owner Charles Comiskey. We learn that Comiskey’s players were allegedly underpaid relative to the rest of Major League Baseball, and we paint-by-numbers after that. If we have preconceived notions about the various gambling institutions that prey on little guys, we believe notorious gambler Arnold Rothstein is the most evil man in the tale. And it was Arnold Rothstein, and his henchmen, who approached the White Sox players with this whole scheme, right? We now know that it was the players, led by Chick Gandil and Eddie Cicotte, who approached the gamblers with the idea of throwing the World Series for money. If we love sports, and we want to believe that all sports are on the level, we direct our ire at the players, saying, “No matter what, you don’t sacrifice the integrity of the game.”
The most devastating details of this scandal, we now know, involves the athletes, and the the reason these details are devastating is that the athletes on the field are our heroes, the good guys, and the face of the franchise. We get to know players through their play on the field, and we savor any details reporters unearth of their personal lives that let us believe we know them. We feel their successes and failures as if they are our own. We also identify with them as fellow victims in this worker v. owner dynamic. If they fall prey to some sort of scandal, we want to believe them so much that we’ll repeat their defense against such charges. There’s also little in it for management, and those in the media, to contradict them. We also know that most athletes have relatively short-term careers, and they spend so much time honing their craft that when their careers end they often have no other marketable skills. Most of us do not begrudge them getting as much money as they can when they can get it to prepare for their life after sports. We understand this from a distance, but to suggest that a professional athlete needs more money to pay the rent, the mortgage, or to feed their family often falls on deaf ears for most modern fans who hear modern athletes turn down multi-million dollar contracts, saying, “I need to feed my family” to garner public sympathy.
“Who is the bad guy?” Just about everyone who has heard about the 1919 Black Sox Scandal, or watched the movie Eight Men Out, knows this narrative: The players were underpaid by the Mr. Scrooge of this tale, owner Charles Comiskey, and they fell under the spell of Arnold Rothstein and his henchmen offering them thousands of dollars to lose the World Series. The narrative portends that when the players sought more money from him, Comiskey turned them down, and there were various examples of how this man pinched pennies, until the desperate players were approached some gamblers with an idea to purposely lose the World Series for money, once-in-a-lifetime money. This narrative depends heavily on that desperate characterization. They were depicted as desperate to feed their families, “as any good man would.” If we approached the baseball enthusiast at the end of the bar, 99% of them would list, “They were starving, and their little kids were starving. We can’t blame them for wanting to secure enough money to feed their families,” as the primary, underlying premise of The Black Sox Scandal. It’s what we’ve all been led to believe.
Yet, The Society for American Baseball Research (SABR) provides a list of the top paid players on the 1919 Chicago White Sox. It concedes that as with every professional sports team, then and now, the individual salaries of the 1919 White Sox were top heavy, and they also cite Asinof’s listings of salaries as a primary source for this information. Asinof listed the salaries, but he didn’t compare them to the rest of the league at the time. SABR did. SABR found that when compared to the league, five of the top White Sox salaries were in the top twenty individual salaries paid in Major League Baseball, in 1919, and that the White Sox, as a team, had the highest payroll in baseball at the time. So much for the “underpaid, perhaps criminally, underpaid White Sox players relative to the rest of the league” line. Eddie Collins (not one of the reported eight involved) and Eddie Cicotte (after bonuses) each made $15,000 a year compared to the most popular and highest paid player in the league Ty Cobb, who made 20,000 a year. The site suggests that while the average salaries of the White Sox athlete, in particular, and the rest of the Major League teams, in general, did not dwarf the average salary of the common citizen in the manner modern Major League salaries do today, with the top salaries of the top players being around $15,000.00 compared to the average 1919 citizens salary of $8,973.00, the site suggests that Comiskey’s purported greed is not nearly as scandalous as the movie, and much of history, have alleged.
Chick Gandil
The counterpoint that Comiskey was not unusually greedy among Major League owners should also be countered with the idea that Major League owners collectively colluded to keep salaries low. In 1919, Baseball had a Reserve Clause which prevented players from going to another team, even after the end of their contract, until they were offered an unconditional release. When they signed a contract, they were basically the team’s property. The only power a baseball player had, in 1919, was to hold out, or refuse to play, until they received pay they considered worthy of their talent. The latter was often at the discretion, some say whims, of the owner. In short, the player had little-to-no power in contract negotiations. They were subject to the absolute power of the owners, and we can assume that the owners colluded to keep salaries low, so low that many players had to find jobs during the offseason. It was unquestionably an unfair worker v. owner dynamic that wouldn’t be tilted back in the baseball players favor until the reserve clause was abolished in 1975.
The system in place, in 1919, was undoubtedly unfair, but this idea that the White Sox players who signed up for the ploy to fix the World Series were all but destitute compared to the rest of the league, and that they felt it necessary to go to the gamblers to feed their families just doesn’t stack up for some of the players, like Cicotte, were earning almost double what the common man made in the era. Another future Hall of Famer, catcher Ray Schalk (not implicated in the Black Sox Scandal), was the 13th-highest-paid player in the league at $7,083. Chick Gandil, the primary organizer of the scandal, may have had a reason, with his $3,500 a year salary, and his eventual $35,000 pay out from the Rothstein-led gamblers (equivalent to $522,000 in 2020), but the rest of the scandal participants reportedly only received $5,000 each or more (equivalent to $75,000 in 2020).
The following is a list of the White Sox players involved in the scandal, and the reported amounts they received for fixing the 1919 World Series. Keep in mind that the average salary of the average citizen in the United States of America, in 1919, was $8,973. Unless otherwise listed, the players involved reportedly received $5,000 a piece for fixing the 1919 World Series when the gamblers promised them $20,000 a piece.
“Shoeless” Joe Jackson ($6,000).
Eddie Cicotte ($15,000 salary) (received $10,000 before game one).
Chick Gandil ($3,500 salary) ($35,000 for organizing the fix).
Swede Risberg ($3,250 salary) (received 15,000 for his role in the fix).
Buck Weaver (7,250).
Claude “Lefty” Williams ($3,500).
“Happy” Felsch ($3,750).
Fred McMullen ($3,600).
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The other idea that sports’ fans want to believe, in reference to the Black Sox Scandal, the biggest scandal in sports in the early part of the 20th century, is that it was a one-off, an aberration in the rich tradition of baseball before and after the scandal-ridden World Series. We prefer our stories in neat, tight little packages that have a beginning, a middle, and an end. Before reading this book, I thought I knew everything there was to know about the scandal, because I watched what I considered the comprehensive story in the movie. The movie depicts the gamber’s influence on this World Series as a sort of whim by Chick Gandil, as if he just thought of it out of thin air, but the movie fails to discuss how institutional gambling and gamblers were in the game of baseball prior to the 1919 season. Time constraints don’t allow a movie maker enough time to display a full narrative, of course, but one would think they might include some discussions revolving around how institutional gambling was in the culture of baseball during that era. The unfortunate fact, as laid out by Eliot Asinof, is that there was evidence of gambling, gamblers, and throwing games before the 1919 season. Some suggest that the “history of fixed ballgames goes all the way back to 1865.” Author William F. Lamb wrote that Eddie Cicotte, the first of the Black Sox players to admit to the 1919 conspiracy, said he and his teammates were “envious of the $10,000 rumored to have been paid Cubs players to throw the 1918 Series” against Babe Ruth and the Red Sox. The idea that gamblers had any influence over the game was rarely talked about, but most members of the media, and baseball insiders, knew it was going on. The culture was so pervasive that certain players traded techniques of fudging a game in ways fans, managers, and even some of their peers couldn’t see.
Other than time constraints, we can guess that the movie makers also decided against bringing the whole house down by condemning an entire era in this manner, because most audiences don’t want to hear that. We don’t want to hear how players, on other teams, regularly threw regular season games, got caught, and were never punished. We don’t want to hear the fact that ballplayers accepting money from gamblers was so common that what the White Sox players did, didn’t necessarily stain the game at the time as much as it stained the World Series. The influence gamblers had on regular season games appears to have been so entrenched in baseball’s culture at the time that Chick Gandil may have considered throwing a World Series for money, for once-in-a-lifetime money, as nothing more than the next logical step.
One of the primary antecedents of the scandal author Eliot Asinof suggests may have laid the groundwork for what would become “The Black Sox Scandal” was the federal government shutting down the race tracks in 1917. Asinof provides no reason why the federal government did this, but research dictates that it might have had something to do with the fact that the U.S. government needed more horses to use in combat in World War I. The gamblers who previously spent so much time at the race tracks that they purchased homes and apartments near the tracks, “converted their vast machinery of operation from horses to baseball” Asinof wrote in the aftermath of the racetrack shutdown. “By 1919, two years later, gamblers openly boasted that they could control ball games as readily as they [once] controlled horse races.” The idea that by 1919 gambling and gamblers was so pervasive in baseball that players, coaches, owners, and those in league offices knew about it, is also not discussed in the movie.
Fixing games was so commonplace by 1919 that players casually joked about techniques they would employ to fix games that weren’t apparent to fans, managers, owners, or even the media. Outfielders joked about getting “a bad jump” on the ball in the outfield, and infielders talked about making routine ground balls appear so difficult that a poorly timed throw to first appeared more reasonable. The idea that they joked about these techniques suggests that not only how easy it would be for a fielder to fudge a little, but that they developed these techniques over time. The rumors of players fixing games eventually reached members of the media. Eliot Asinof’s narrative suggests anytime representatives of the media tried to dig into these rumors, they were easily bought off, andinstructed to stop digging. Buying their silence was done, according to Asinof, “for the good of baseball”. Whether their access to players was threatened or not, we can say that these members of the media played a role in this scandal in that if they weren’t so compliant they may have broken a story that prevented The Black Sox Scandal, but they didn’t put up much of a fight by some accounts.
Charles Comiskey
The ultimate search for a bad guy leads us into a chicken and an egg scenario that asks which came first, the owner’s collusive efforts that kept players’ salaries low, or the influence of gamblers, and the enticement of their money. Evidence suggests that the owners underpaid the athlete first, and that drove them into the arms of the gamblers. At some point, the owners and all of their underlings caught wind of the players’ fixing games, and they did everything they could to sweep it under the rug? Did they do this to protect the integrity of the game, or did they see it as a way to continue to underpay the athletes? There’s a famous scene in this story that might have prevented the entire Black Sox Scandal. The best pitcher, and game one of the World Series pitcher, of the White Sox, Eddie Cicotte, allegedly approached owner Charles Comiskey, with hat in hand, asking for a bonus he thought he believed the owner and manager conspired to prevent him from attaining. SABR states that Cicotte was “Never promised a bonus that doubled his salary, certainly not one that doubled Cicotte’s salary” for winning 30 games in one season. Cicotte won 29 games that season, and the rumor suggests he was pulled from the 30th game before he could win it by rule. Baseball research suggests that Cicotte was pulled from that tenant-clinching game, because he wasn’t pitching well that day.
If this particular meeting happened, we could speculate that Comiskey may have turned Cicotte down by telling Cicotte that he, like other players in the game, should seek that money “elsewhere”, with an unspoken wink and a nod to gamblers. We believe that Comiskey wanted to keep more of his money, of course, and he most assuredly knew his ballplayers were making more money under the table, so if this speculative scenario holds any weight, both parties walk away happy, corrupted but happy. If this never happened, then it pulls out one more leg out of the “Comiskey was the bad” guy argument.
We can presume that as long as their team won most of their games and stayed in contention to keep fan attendance high, the owners turned a blind eye to any hints of game fixing, and they benefitted by not having to pay their players top dollar. Accounting receipts for Major League Baseball are murky, but SABR suggests that owners were paying players approximately just under 33% of revenues, which they could get away with thanks to the Reserve Clause. Where did this revenue come from? TV revenue was still 45 years in the future, so while the Major League teams received some money from some media, the overwhelming source of revenue for all Major League Baseball teams was attendance, so the owners probably didn’t sniff around the dugout when their teams remained in contention to keep attendance high.
The final tally on the 1919 Chicago White Sox, the best teams of their generation, won only 88 games that year, 3.5 games ahead of the Cleveland Indians. They won enough games to win the pennant, in other words, but if they were the best team in 1919, it invites some speculation that they only won 88 games. We should also note that the season was shortened by the war department, from 154 games to 140, after playing only 125 in 1918. So, the White Sox probably could’ve won 10-12 more games of the 14 they would’ve played in a 154-game season, but that’s unprovable speculation.
“Who is the bad guy?” Some of us enjoy saying, as Dave Mason sang, “There ain’t no good guy, there ain’t no bad guy. There’s only you and me and we just disagree.” Those of us who try to sort through the he said, he said of the Black Sox scandal might answer D, all of the above. If this is you, let me ask you a question, who do you care about most? Nobody cares about an owner, or a group of owners involved in a collusive effort, and nobody cares about a bunch of smarmy gamblers? The owner might be the bad guy if he deprived his players of a living wage that might cause their families to starve, but I think this article proves that, at the very least, Comiskey and the Chicago White Sox did not stand out in that regard, and if Major League Players were underpaid, in general, they knew this going in. We might care that one of the owners so deprived his players of money they earned by putting on athletic shows for the audience, but we only care about it in lieu of it driving the players to throw the World Series. It might intrigue us to learn how much Charles Comiskey made that year in an historical perspective, but other than that we don’t care. It also might intrigue us to learn how much Arnold Rothstein and the other gamblers made by selling their souls to taint the game, because we might ask them, in a rhetorical sense, if it all worth it? Did they make once-in-a-lifetime money, or did they make just enough to put a big, huge smile on their face. They obviously didn’t care about the integrity of the game, and we shouldn’t expect anything more from them. They’re the smarmy gamblers sitting on our shoulder trying to convince us to sell our soul for a couple bucks. We all know those types. The only ones we truly care about in this story are those with whom we identify the most, our idols growing up, and those most capable of letting us down. Fair or not, we have greater expectations of players to live up to our expectations. We know they’re human and prone to temptation, but what some of the eight players confessed to was inexcusable in many respects.
The sad, tragic effect of the White Sox Black Sox scandal occurred after the commissioner banned the eight players involved in the scandal from Major League Baseball for life, thus effectively removing the greatest team of their generation from the list of contenders. Was it wrong for baseball’s commissioner to ban them for life? To answer that question, we ask another question: What if they hadn’t? To this day, sports fans question whether its athletes are on the take? These suspicions probably weren’t born the day the Black Sox Scandal hit the news, and they obviously didn’t die the day after the banning, but imagine how much fuel it would’ve been added to the conspiracy theorist’s fire if these players received nothing more than a slap on the wrist? The White Sox became a second-level team after some of their best players were banned for life and beyond, and the ban paved the way for Babe Ruth and the Yankees to begin their reign over baseball. The sad thing is that if these players were not involved in the scandal and thus banned from ever playing Major League baseball again, it’s possible that the White Sox might have been the team to rule baseball for the next thirty years, not the Yankees. That might be a bit of a stretch, as the Yankees made so many brilliant player personnel decisions that are too numerous to list here, over the next thirty years. The talent the Yankees “discovered” had nothing to do with the Black Sox scandal, so perhaps their dynasty was inevitable, but success often breeds success, and who knows where the White Sox could’ve gone with a World Series ring and that roster for the next five to ten years. At the very least, the scandal deprived baseball history of some of the most talented individuals’ of their era, as their future careers were both lost and scarred beyond repair, and some incredible games and pennant races between the Yankees and the White Sox. History being what it was, the scandal and the ban ruined the franchise for the rest of some of their fans’ lives, as the White Sox wouldn’t win a pennant for forty years (1959), and they wouldn’t win another World Series for another eighty-five years (2005).