Ray Ratto

New ballparks don't produce wins


New ballparks don't produce wins

If the Oakland As really wanted Hanley Ramirez as badly as people suggest they did, the Florida Marlins did them a mild disservice by sending him to the Dodgers instead.But if they want to be really hot at Jeff Loria and David Samson and Larry Beinfest, they can consider the fact that the Marlins didnt just move Ramirez, but are in the process of dismantling their roster four months into the life of their new ballpark.Kind of nonsense-itizes all those As claims about being more competitive as soon as they get the go-ahead for their new digs, dont it?The Marlins spent lots of money unveiling their new team over the off-season as part of their grand ballpark unveiling, and its turned them into . . . well, a mediocre team in the bottom half of a mediocre league. So they bailed on Ramirez, and before that Anibal Sanchez, and before that . . . well, the fan base. It was time, as the fishermen say, to cut bait.Which is fine, except that the new ballpark was supposed to aid with the teams ability to compete, and it hasnt. Because ballparks never aid in a teams ability to compete.You know what aids a teams ability to compete more than anything else? The desire to compete. Stadiums enhance an owners ability to absorb money, but it doesnt make a guy who doesnt want to try to win every year want to win every year.And the Marlins, who have a history of binge-and-purge as part of their organizational model, are merely ratcheting up the pace at which the cycle revolves.Now were not going to question whether the Marlins need to be dismantled. But we do
know it was a story they amused fans with while the ballpark was being publicly funded, and we knew it was one of the teams principal come-ons for ticket buying this year. Come see the new park that will fuel the teams re-rise to prominence. And its a story thats been told by many teams many times.Its a story the As like to tell when they start whingeing about their ballpark needs. And its, well, kind of a whopper.The fact is, the As win when they assemble young talent that convinces itself that that it does not have to act like the poor relation, that attitude and talent is better than bad attitude and talent, and way better than none of either.And the Giants arent really the template that disproves this theory, because the Giants had Barry Bonds, and three years of winning at their backs before they entered the new park. In fact, theirs is a unique story because while their ballpark gets the credit for 13
years of glory, the fact is that this team had Bonds and a grand supporting cast, reloaded, and is now a very good team again. Theyve had four losing seasons in 16 years because first and foremost theyve had players. They could have been the Marlins, but they had a good team in place, and then they reloaded that team.The ballpark was helpful, but the team created the ambience by producing results worth watching. Because they chose to compete, rather than let the ballpark do the work for them.Theres a lesson in this for the As, as they lament not getting their hands on Hanley Ramirez, and it is this. They should stop talking about the ballpark and how the one theyre in is an obstacle to glory and the one they want to build is their new raison detre. A new ballpark is a way to get rich, not a way to produce a superior ball team unless the ballteam is the primary focus at all times.In Miami . . . well, you get the picture. Its the one of Ramirez taking grounders at Busch Stadium wearing Dodger blue.Ray Ratto is a columnist for CSNBayArea.com

One thing is certain about the Baseball Hall of Fame's new class


One thing is certain about the Baseball Hall of Fame's new class

The Baseball Hall of Fame, A Division Of Tedious Bitching Just To Hear Ourselves Bitch LLC, will announce its new class of inductees Wednesday, and we already know one thing.

People will be unhappy and make damned sure you know about it.

This is the new nature of all halls of fame -- the winners are a two-day story, but the losers go on forever, and so does the voters-are-morons sidebar. Frankly, I wonder why they don’t put a plaque up in Cooperstown for that -- you know, just to give the tourists something to hate in what was originally designed to be a joyful place.

We live in a whiny society, where anyone with a different opinion than your own cannot merely be debated with or ignored, but must be savagely mocked as either learning impaired, willfully stupid or aggressively evil. Thus, the new era of “Death To Whoever Doesn’t Agree With Me” is probably unavoidable.

But that’s why the myth that the Hall of Fame should be a temple of honor rather than a museum of the full history of the game should have died long ago. Everyone’s version of what should be honored is different, and the standard reaction to other people’s dissent from that opinion has gone from “I disagree” to “How about I burn your house down?”

People being unhappy that their favorite guy didn’t get the requisite 75 percent of the votes from an amorphous group of strangers who do not act in concert -- that part I get. It’s not up to me to decipher why one’s personal obsessions lean toward getting someone a plaque, and if we cannot invest time and energy in our pet causes, what are we as a species?

Don’t answer that.

But ever since the Giants put on a full court media press for most of 1998 to get Orlando Cepeda into the Hall through its veterans committee, the idea of campaigns for any particular idol which were once considered offensive and counterproductive became a requirement, and then a marketing tool. In the Internet age, that role has been usurped by people making single-minded and mostly well-intentioned cases for their own favorites, out of simple honest devotion. Nothing wrong with that.

If it stopped there, this would be an advancement in the process. But because nothing is as sure in the Internet age as the unintended consequence of anonymous invective, I have made it my work as a Hall of Fame voter to ignore any and all such lobbying and lobbyists. No matter how well-intentioned and polite their reasoned discourse may be, it becomes someone else’s demand for obedience and hive-mind orthodoxy --– and in the alternative, voter shaming and expulsion.

Moreover, the era of both benign candidate advocacy and anonymous invective serve as more reminders that the Hall of Fame and its mechanisms are political, just as Joe Morgan’s letter urging that players suspected of steroid use never be allowed induction is a political act, and the changes in voting eligibility reducing the voting pool are a political act. Expanding the voting franchise is always more sensible than restricting it, but shrinking it is a statement that fewer people know about baseball than think they do, which is a weird way of saying “Fewer people are entitled to care about this thing we care so much about.”

This is a longwinded way of saying I turned in my vote more than a month ago. It’s the best I can do based on the hours of research I’ve done, and that will have to be good enough. If I wanted your opinion on it, I’d have called you by now to obtain it, so just assume that I don’t. The ballot will be released when the other BBWAA votes are released, and if you need to know ahead of time who I voted for, you have a sick obsession, plus you can probably figure out the bulk of it by going to Ryan Thibodaux’s Twitter site (@NotMrTibbs) and look at my prior ballots.

But if it helps, I’ll tell you this much. I think  Arnold Rothstein should be in the Hall of Fame, and until that injustice is righted, I will feel as though the Hall is incomplete and flawed, and I’m damned unhappy about it.

See? I got in the spirit of the thing.

The four Super Bowl storylines everybody will be talking about


The four Super Bowl storylines everybody will be talking about

The Monday after the conference championships is devoted to replaying the games we already saw, but Tuesday is devoted to the assembling of the narratives that we will weary of no later than Friday.

And while football purists and gamblers, two demographics on the opposite ends of the Moebius strip of degeneracy, will cheerily break the game down to its molecular level, the rest of us will resort to a few tired carthorses to get us to the start of our individual Super Bowl parties.


This will be an argument with no resolution, as those who see history as preordination will see New England as invulnerable, pointing to their record, Philadelphia’s record, and the comfort of the mortal lock. But if it helps you maintain suspense, the Patriots have never won, or even played in, a Super Bowl with a margin as high as a touchdown – the margins have been 3, 3, 3, 4, 4 and 6 in overtime. In short, Bill Belichick’s brain, while always impressive, has never been an overwhelming presence against John Fox, Andy Reid, Tom Coughlin, Pete Carroll or Dan Quinn.

In other words, luck matters, and luck is good.


This is ridiculous because the Patriots are in painting-the-gold-bar-gold territory. People long ago made up their minds on Belichick, Tom Brady, Bob Kraft and the rest of the shifting cast of characters – they are either brilliant exemplars, or nefarious cheaters, or both. That’s the great thing about the Patriots – they can be heroes, villains and metaphors for 21st Century America, depending on what you decide. But their place as football figures has long ago been decided, this game will change none of that, and the only thing left is what to carve on the statues.


There are lots of Americas out there, as we are learning every day, and more people probably are rooting for the Eagles just to see something different. That’s not the way to bet, I grant you, but the best way to handle these next two weeks if you do not wear either New England or Philadelphia jerseys is to say nothing. These are two fan bases with reputations, if you know what we mean, and even if you come across gentle souls with a rooting interest, play the percentages. Even the nice ones can turn at any moment.

And finally, JIMMY GAROPPOLO. This discussion only matters of Bob Kraft cops to telling Belichick he ordered him to be moved. Which he won't, damn his eyes. And if Brady looks good next Sunday, they'll take credit for a brilliant move that saved the franchise because history always works best in the rear-view mirror.