R.A. Dickey on the slow knuckler

During his two shutout innings in the Mets’ intrasquad game today, R.A. Dickey threw a couple of his extra-slow knuckleballs, drawing “oohs” and “ahhs” from the crowd.

After the game, Dickey cited the velocity readings on the Digital Domain Park on his fastballs and said he needed to be conscious of building up his arm strength before Opening Day. He said he’d like his fastball to sit between 80 and 85 mph, and it seemed like it was generally topping out around 80 today, though — and as Dickey noted — it’s hard to put too much stock in one stadium’s radar (it’s Spring Training for the scoreboards, too).

As for the slow ones, Dickey said he threw two of them intentionally, and that he wants the slow knuckler in the low 60s. He noted that he threw a 57 mph pitch in 2011 — the slowest pitch in baseball last year.

“But that’s too slow,” he said. “When it’s that slow, the hitter has time to see it and adjust.”

Dickey added that while he’s not a flamethrower, he generally stays conscious of the velocities on his pitches.

More notes and such

I’ve got some longer things that I’m working on, but they require quotes from a bunch of people that I haven’t been quite able to track down. So for now, more quick hits. I swear I’ll have more cohesive things soon:

– I had previously reported that Chuck James has a sweet beard, but it turns out that I mistook Garrett Olson for James, and Olson is the one with the sweet beard. Chuck James also has a beard, but it is less sweet. Adjust your depth charts accordingly.

– Wilmer Flores played DH for the intrasquad game, but I’ve seen him working at both second and third in camp. He spent some time working one-on-one with a coach this morning on a series of drills that seemed aimed to improve his hands.

– I’m obviously no scout, but Mike Baxter has a nice arm in right. Also, he has better Minor League numbers than fellow lefty-hitting bench candidate Adam Loewen. I’d guess the best case to be made for Loewen is the one I’ve made here: That Loewen is still improving since becoming a full-time position player. But obviously that battle has a lot of time to play out, and it seems like the type of spot that the Mets might easily try to fill with a guy who gets cut elsewhere.

– Baxter made a diving catch in right while I was writing that last note.

– Cesar Puello walked twice in his first three plate appearances in the intrasquad game. He walked 18 times in 488 plate appearances in St. Lucie in 2011.

– I’m pretty sure I heard Ike Davis refer to Ruben Tejada as “El Niño” during a drill. I will never hear that without thinking of this:

 

Afternoon… destroyed

“Aw, say, now,” said the red haired young man with freckles on his voice. “I wouldn’t sign Joyce to play wid de St. Looeys, hones’ I wouldn’t.”

The remark is that of the red haired young man. It is not mine. It was made at the conclusion of the first game for the championship of 1898 in which the New York team figured. The rain wouldn’t be denied, and so in the third inning the umpire gave way as graciously as possible and the thousands of enthusiasts marched out of the Polo Grounds.

There may be a player in one of the minor leagues who could play a worse game at first base than that shown by the captain of the New Yorks.

But I doubt it.

“An’ they was all easy ones,” explained the Crank for Pleasure Only, as the first of the elevated trains pulled out of the 155th street station. “Narv (?) a one was a Spanish torpedo boat. This here ‘Scrappy’ Jones may have some kind of a rep. for certain things, but those things ain’t baseball. They’re bean bags.”

W.W. Aulick, N.Y. Evening Telegram.

If you’re anything like me and you hoped to do anything productive this afternoon, forget about it. SABR member Jonathan Frankel has uploaded hundreds of old newspaper game recaps from 1897-1912. It turns out I kind of suck at navigating Google Docs, but everything I can pull up and actually read is magnificently entertaining.

Also, for what it’s worth, William Joyce led the 1898 New York Giants in home runs, RBIs and on-base percentage, was ninth in the NL in WAR that year and finished his career with a 143 OPS+. So this might be the earliest yet documented evidence of the Blame-Beltran phenomenon in baseball. It seems especially discordant for it to have befallen a guy nicknamed “Scrappy Bill.”

True bromance

Or maybe it was the way Fielder and Cabrera seemed to build an instant connection. They were inseparable on their first day together. They played catch together and batted together and stretched together and did sprints together and at one point, after most of the clubhouse had cleared out, they stood arm in arm and took several pictures of each other with their cell phones.

Jeff Seidel, Detroit Free-Press.

That’s over 500 pounds and 500 home runs’ worth of bromance right there, and it’s utterly awesome. Also: Terrible at defense.

Via Craig Calcaterra.

Valentine forwards *third* version of wrap creation myth

In a YouTube interview, Valentine says he invented the wrap in 1980 when the toaster at his restaurant was broken and a regular customer ordered a club sandwich for five straight days. In this version of the story, Valentine claims that after five days of trying to make the toaster work, he offered the man a club sandwich wrapped in tortilla, cut into thirds with melted cheese on top. “And from that day on,” he says, “they called it a wrap.”

But in an interview with Ken Hoffman of the Houston Chronicle in 2010, Valentine says he invented the wrap “a few years” after he first opened the restaurant in Stamford in 1980. He again cites the broken toaster, but there’s no mention of the five-day lag for inspiration. And this time, Valentine says, “In the mid-’90s, the Food Network was visiting our restaurant and my manager called the Club Mex a ‘Wrap.’ The name stuck.”

Me, here, Nov. 30, 2011.

This website has already established that venerable baseball manager and culinary pioneer Bobby Valentine is guilty of either misremembering or slightly misstating the details of his purported invention of the wrap sandwich. By both accounts, he invented it because a regular customer wanted a club sandwich and the restaurant’s toaster was broken. But the details of the story vary.

Now, via Bill Pennington of the N.Y. Times, comes yet another version of the story. Check it out:

“I remember it like it was yesterday, even though it was 1982. I had been buying $4 toasters from Caldor. I wouldn’t buy an expensive toaster because we didn’t have that much money and there was only one menu item involving toast: a club sandwich. But the banker who loaned us money came in for lunch often and he always wanted a club sandwich on toast.

“So the banker comes in one day and the toaster is broken. In fact, it broke and we had thrown it out. The waitress comes into the kitchen with a long face wondering what we’re going to do because the banker wants his club sandwich. Well, we had just put nachos on the menu and we were ordering tortillas from Phoenix, too.

“I was cooking and I looked over at the tortillas that were sitting there. I grabbed one and put all the ingredients of a club sandwich into the tortilla. I rolled it up and I melted a little cheese on the top to keep the tortilla from opening up. And I said: ‘Tell him, we don’t have club sandwiches today but this is a club Mex.’

“And he ate it and liked it. A few weeks later, my manager goes on a local food-network program and they ask if we have invented anything unique at the restaurant. And he says: ‘Yeah, we have a club sandwich that we wrap. Bobby made it up.’

Again we have the regular customer requesting a club sandwich and a broken toaster. But note: Valentine claims to “remember it like it was yesterday,” but this time it’s definitely 1982 — not 1980 — and there’s no mention of the five straight days in which the banker ordered his club sandwich. Also, this time the it’s a “local food-network program” that came and visited and not the Food Network, and this time it’s only a few weeks after the invention of the wrap, not the mid-90s.

To Valentine’s credit, the human memory is a strange thing and the events in question happened at least 30 years ago. Plus, every decent storyteller will tell you there are always minor details that get emphasized and exaggerated with time for the sake of improving the story.

If Bobby Valentine wants to say now that he remembers it like it was yesterday, that it was definitely 1982 and that it was a local food program that helped establish the name “wrap,” let’s just take him at his word. This is the man that brought the fake mustache to the Major League dugout. I’ll allow him some embellishments here and there.

Via @DanDotLewis.

When ‘God’ grew a mustache

Chris pointed out in the comments section for the Dwight Gooden video yesterday that the umpire’s third-strike call in the first clip is amazing. And it is. It is a knockout blow.

Gooden only faced the Dodgers at Shea once that season and we have baseball-reference, so we can determine the home-plate umpire responsible for that punchout is Hall of Famer Doug Harvey.

Harvey’s Wikipedia page is, for a variety of reasons, a pretty interesting read. For one thing, his nickname was “God.” For another, the Wikipedia notes:

In 1971 he grew a handlebar mustache,[8] at a time when no major league field personnel had worn facial hair since the 1940s; he kept it trimmed to the edges of his mouth, and he wore it for one season.

The citation for that fact — [8] — points to a December 1971 article in the Sporting News by Jerome Holtzman bluntly titled “Ump Harvey Grows Handlebar Mustache.” I couldn’t find it online, but Diane Firstman of Value Over Replacement Grit was able to hook it up. The part about the mustache is only one paragraph but it’s pretty great:

Doug Harvey of the National League, who is probably the most handsome of the major league umpires, looks positively smashing these days. He has grown one of those old-fashioned handlebar mustaches. Harvey likes it so much he says he might even take it to spring training with him. In the meantime, he’s available, for a fee, to appear and even sing with barbershop quartets.

So there’s that. And bear in mind that Rollie Fingers didn’t grow start growing his handlebar mustache until Spring Training of 1972, at least six months after Doug Harvey. “God” was a real pioneer.