Bunts: Curt Flood, Camden Yards, Pete Rose, and Other Reflections on Baseball

Bunts: Curt Flood, Camden Yards, Pete Rose, and Other Reflections on Baseball

by George F. Will
     
 

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At the beginning of the 1990s, a political columnist and Pulitzer Prize-winning commentator set out, in his words, to write an antiromantic book about a subject that had been romanticized in print for one hundred years. The subject was baseball, the columnist George Will, and the book Men at Work. His antiromantic love letter was warmly received by

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At the beginning of the 1990s, a political columnist and Pulitzer Prize-winning commentator set out, in his words, to write an antiromantic book about a subject that had been romanticized in print for one hundred years. The subject was baseball, the columnist George Will, and the book Men at Work. His antiromantic love letter was warmly received by those who love baseball. Critics called it "an excellent book about excellence" (Barbara Grizzuti Harrison), "a classic [that] may even stand up as the best baseball book of the 1990s" (Jerome Holtzman), "a hit -- a triple off the center field wall" (Roger Angell), and by readers who kept it at the top of bestseller lists for more than five months.

He's back.

George Will returns to baseball with more than seventy finely honed pieces about the sometimes recondite, sometimes frustrating, always passionately felt National Pastime. Here are Will's eulogy for the late Curt Flood ("Dred Scott in Spikes"), Will on Ted Williams ("When Ted Williams retired in 1960, a sportswriter said that Boston knew how Britain felt when it lost India. Indeed. Britain felt diminished, but also a bit relieved"), and on his own baseball career ("I was a very late draft choice of the Mittendorf Funeral Home Panthers. Our color was black"). Here are subjects ranging from the author's 1977 purchase of a single share of stock in the Chicago Cubs, a purchase brokered by Warren Buffett ("a St. Louis Cardinal fan, but not otherwise sinister"), to the collision between Pete Rose and Bart Giamatti, to the building of Camden Yards in Baltimore, to the dismantling of the 1997 World Series Champion Florida Marlins.

With new material, including an essay on the art of baseball broadcasting, featuring ESPN play-by-play man Jon Miller, and incorporating more than seventy photos, Bunts is certain to be for 1998 what Men at Work was for 1990 -- "inquisitive and extraordinarily nimble-minded ... this season's baseball book of choice" (The Wall Street Journal).

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The Barnes & Noble Review
If you hadn't read Men at Work — and had never accidentally run into him making a guest appearance in the broadcast booth, you might be surprised to find that the staid, conservative political columnist George Will is a passionate fan of America's pastime.

You'd be forgiven for being surprised to find that George Will, the author of The Woven Figure: Conservatism and America's Fabric, has now written Bunts: Curt Flood, Camden Yards, Pete Rose and Other Reflections on Baseball, a collection of 80 short essays about baseball (including one by Yale classicist Donald Kagan, entitled "George Will Baseball: A Conservative Critique"). Many of the essays have appeared as Will's columns in Newsweek and The Washington Post. Others have been reprinted from other books, magazines, newspapers, and fanzines to which Will has contributed. A few are new, written for this book.

Collecting his baseball-themed columns in one volume illuminates the passion and intelligence Will brings to his appreciation of the game. He's committed to the sport and its place in American culture, but at the same time, he rarely lapses into nostalgic recollections of its glory days. In BUNTS he is as critical of the baseball of the past as he is of the current business of the sport. He brings some of the game's more colorful figures down a notch and celebrates underappreciated players.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780684838205
Publisher:
Scribner
Publication date:
05/05/1998
Pages:
352
Product dimensions:
6.56(w) x 9.60(h) x 1.31(d)

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March 28, 1982

Where is Trotsky, now that we really need him?

I have been done great injury by a malefactor of great wealth, a capitalist pest called CC Assets Distribution Corporation. That is the clanking, officious name for what until recently was called, melodically, the Chicago National League Ball Club.

The Cubs, who have notoriously few athletic assets, invented trickle-down baseball. They acquired aging players (Dizzy Dean, Ralph Kiner) as their careers trickled down to a level suitable for the Cubs, a team forever trickling down in the standings. And now the Cubs' pestilential new management has engaged in a rapacious business practice that makes me think the Russian Revolution treated capitalists about right.

The brutes at the CC Assets Distribution Corporation inform me that they are exercising their right -- a right, mind you: Is this America or Poland? -- to buy back my one share of Cubs stock. Because these robber barons are conscienceless, and because the law is deaf to the voice of justice, I am no longer a baseball owner.

If this is the capitalist system Ronald Reagan wants to save, bring on Walter Mondale to destroy it, root and branch. Peremptory letters from faceless financiers; mere money given in exchange for a piece of one's soul -- hell must be very like this.

But on a spring day, when all of Nature seems to shout "Play ball!" even Cub fans can enjoy one exquisite baseball pleasure. They can read Thomas Boswell's nifty new book, How Life Imitates the World Series.

Sports serve society by providing vivid examples of excellence. So do sports pages when graced by Boswell's byline. He is the thinking person's writer about the thinking person's sport. Like baseball itself, he is graceful, subtle, elegant, inexhaustibly interesting and fun.

Baseball is for all of us who feel as Pete Rose does: "I was raised, but I never did grow up." Boswell is for all who like fine writing. Baseball, like Pericles' Athens (or any other good society), is simultaneously democratic and aristocratic: Anyone can enjoy it, but the more you apply yourself, the more you enjoy it.

Boswell has applied himself. His father works at the Library of Congress and one day he smuggled his son into the closed stacks, to the sacred precincts of deck twenty-nine, and said: "Okay. Here is every book on baseball ever written. Don't go blind." Heaven must be very like that.

Bill Veeck, who, like me, is a former baseball owner, thinks it is to baseball's credit that when the times were out of joint, baseball was out of step: "The sixties was a time for grunts or screams....The sports that fitted the times were football, hockey and mugging." One of Boswell's (and my) pinups, Earl Weaver, the philosopher-king who manages the Baltimore Orioles, says: "This ain't a football game. We do this every day." An Orioles coach says: "In this game it's never going to be third-down-and-one. You don't hit off tackle in baseball, and you can't play the game with your teeth gritted. Muscles are fine. But this is a game of relaxation, conditioned reflex and mental alertness."

That is why Boswell says a good team depends on "the ability to achieve a blend of intensity and underlying serenity which, in daily life, we might call mental health....Baseball is to our everyday experience what poetry often is to common speech -- a slightly elevated and concentrated form." Boswell, an English major from Amherst, says, "Each team's season is like a traditional nineteenth century novel, a heaping up of detail and incident about one large family."

Yes, but some teams' seasons call to mind Dickens' Great Expectations, an eventful progress toward a happy ending. The Cubs' seasons are Dostoyevskian -- Crime and Punishment and The House of the Dead -- full of angst and gnashing teeth. It is the Karamazov family at play.

But the CC Assets Distribution Corporation, a.k.a. the Cubs team, is about to erupt from the dugout for another crack at life without a safety net. Recently (since the days when fans drove to the park In Hudsons, Packards, Studebakers and Nashes -- since 1946) the Cubs have had two problems: They put too few runs on the scoreboard and the other guys put too many. So what has the new management announced that it is improving? The scoreboard.

Management recently chastised the players: "The Cubs have gained the reputation of being somewhat laissez-faire in their approach to work." Laissez-faire? At Wrigley Field, they handle words the way they handle ground balls.

Copyright © 1998 by George F. Will

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