All the individualistic and eccentric styles of hitting by people like Pete Rose, Stan Musial, Rod Carew, Roberto Clemente and Nellie Fox and so many of the greats are frowned upon by a style of hitting taught in today’s game that has all these players looking like clones of each other.
The modern ball player is over-coached from little league on, due to obsessive parental control and supervision and the local fanatic who played semi-pro or claimed he had a chance to sign and couldn’t hit a bull in the ass with a bass fiddle and ruins children with techniques he’s learned from clinics or books—like keep the elbow up.
The modern big leaguer has too many coaches clogging up the dugout (there used to be 2) and none of them make a smidgen of what the players make and it seems the way they play they don’t listen to them anyway, especially when you see Mike Trout sit down beside Don Baylor (the Angel hitting coach) after striking out and talk to him and then go up and commit the same bad mistakes at the plate.
The modern big leaguer has not been allowed to grow and react instinctively, especially in the outfield, where they are moved around like chess pawns by these coaches clutching lists cocked up by geniuses from the Ivy League. A player should “feel” the game and study the swing and footwork of a hitter and patterns of his pitcher and have his own book on every hitter and not have to be treated like a robot.
The modern manager in the big leagues has so many lists and scouting reports and chews and spits so much and holds in so much frustration and anger you wonder how they keep from getting drunk every night, especially when they watch poor base running and the inability to bunt and the lackadaisical attitudes of players dogging it or flipping their bats or pausing to make faces and stare at the umpires over strikes that are strikes and showing them up.
The modern ball player’s celebrations at the ends of games, the stampeding of the so-called hero, the frenzied mob of bashing him around, then pouring Gatorade on him while a woman asks him what he was “thinking” when he got the game-winning hit is asinine and embarrassing and bush and getting old.
The other night on TV the game of the modern big league ball player was explained by a woman employed by ESPN who has never played in the big leagues and seemed to be parroting the bullshit read from manuals while a big leaguer beside her acted as if this was normal and later praised her because ESPN rules professional sports and I guess feels a woman in the booth who doesn’t know her ass from a hole in the ground will bring in female fans.
I refuse to listen to a woman explain baseball to me.