Craig Calcaterra

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Happy Birthday, HardballTalk


Most of you probably don’t care, but I realized it this morning and it meant a lot to me so I mention it here: today is HardballTalk’s seventh birthday. We launched on April 6, 2009.

It wasn’t called HardballTalk then. It was called Circling The Bases, as one of our oldest readers (in many ways) Old Gator likes to remind folks. I think Aaron came up with that. It was very much like when they came up with The Be Sharps on the barbershop quartet episode of the Simpsons. Sounded cute once. Sounded less cute each time. And no one could think of anything better so it stuck.

At least for a few months until ProFootballTalk moved over to NBC and it was decided that we’d all be “Talk” blogs. Which itself was weird because, as far as I know, the baseball site and other sites were started up to replicate the PFT model Mike Florio had already made so successful and which (I think) was already in the works of coming over to NBC before we started, even if we launched first. Probably should’ve just been “HardballTalk” to begin with. “ProBaseballTalk” wouldn’t have worked, I don’t think. The minor leagues, which we really don’t cover, kind of complicate that.

Anyway, a lot has changed since then. Not just the name. The big redesign from last September is still a thing we talk about (I know) but it wasn’t unprecedented. We went through three different publishing platforms in the first year of the blog and three radically different looks to the site before the last one stuck for several years. While we’ve recently had some notable personnel changes, we had a handful of other contributors to the site before the lineup was generally solidified. I think Matt Casey, one of NBC’s great producers, actually wrote the first post ever here. Maybe it was me, but I think it was Matt. Bob Harkins used to contribute here before moving on to other things. Mike Florio even posted something here once. There was some legal issue in baseball and he asked if he could weigh in with his legal expertise, presumably because he didn’t yet know that I’m a lawyer. Maybe he still doesn’t know. He doesn’t much care for baseball, I’ve gathered.

Despite all of those changes, I think the core of this place has stayed the same. Baseball commentary that is not necessarily what you’d get elsewhere. The willingness to wade into controversy and offer some counterintuitive takes (though not phonily counterintuitive). The willingness to throw a bomb when a bomb needs to be thrown and to not be afraid to say it when someone is full of crap. Even if that makes for awkward greetings in a press box and a presumably perpetual blackballing from the Baseball Writers Association of America. We’ve not stopped with any of that. Just look at this morning’s posts to see it. Oh my god, the comments. The day I stop riling you all up will be the day I quit.

People say at lot of things about NBC as an entity and, of course, all entities of a certain size make mistakes, but I’ll say this: NBC has never, ever, ever said “Craig, don’t write that” or “You need to change that.” Not a single time. Wait. One time when I posted a picture of a naked Grady Sizemore, but they were probably right about that. Otherwise there has been nothing but supreme editorial independence from them. Indeed, I’m almost embarrassed at how much freedom we are given. It’s super awkward to get involved in one of those “don’t you hate your editors” conversations media people sometimes get into. It’s one of the few times I have absolutely nothing to say. I am so spoiled in this regard that it’s a crime. Maybe someday it will be literally. Or at lease a civil offense.

Obviously, though, none of this is possible without you. If no one reads, they pull the plug and I dust off my old briefcase and go work for a living. But you all came in 2009 and started reading. And while readers come and go, on the whole, more have come than gone. Some of you are hate-readers, who just want to see what awful, liberal, P.C. police thing Bill or I are going to say next, but we love you too. Clicks are colorblind. Most of you come here, I hope anyway, because you like what we do.

You like what we do and you read our stuff and support our work and, in more ways than you see at almost any website, interact positively with us and with each other in ways that makes me happy and makes me proud. The internet is dumb for the most part. But this is our dumb little corner of the internet and you all make me happy to wake up every morning to write my usual nonsense. For seven years now and hopefully for many, many more.

Thank you,


The Padres brought back the brown yesterday

San Diego Padres third baseman Yangervis Solarte cuts off shortstop Alexei Ramirez while snaring a line drive hit by Los Angeles Dodgers' Carl Crawford during the sixth inning a baseball game Tuesday, April 5, 2016, in San Diego. (AP Photo/Lenny Ignelzi)
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In the offseason the Padres unveiled their new/old brown alternate uniforms which, for the most part, will be worn for Friday home games. I am long on record of preferring some update on the old brown/mustard variations of the past, so the alternate is nice. It’s a half-measure, though. They should go to it full-time. And, since this is a home ensemble, I wish they’d go with the classic white uniform with brown accents instead of the solid brown jersey which was a road variation, but that’s just how things go these days.

Those nitpicks aside, I think they looked pretty good yesterday when they trotted these out against the Dodgers. The baseball was still horrible — maybe they’ll score a run eventually? — but they looked good being bad:

Casual sexism in baseball is alive and well

New York Mets starting pitcher Noah Syndergaard delivers to a Kansas City Royals batter during the first inning of a baseball game at Kauffman Stadium in Kansas City, Mo., Tuesday, April 5, 2016. (AP Photo/Orlin Wagner)
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Bill and I both talked about how dumb John Gibbons’ “I guess we’ll come out wearing dresses tomorrow” comment was following the Blue Jays-Rays game. There was another instance of stupid sexism in baseball yesterday too.

It happened in Kansas City, when the hated-in-Kansas City Noah Syndergaard took the mound for the first inning at Kauffman Stadium and the Royals played “American Woman” over the speakers. See, because Syndergaard has long hair and we hate him and he’s weak and whatever. Hahaha, you’re a woman. Get it?

There is no place for this crap. There is no way, in 2016, that equating women with weakness or using “woman” as an insult, which was clearly the case in Kansas City, is acceptable. The idea that a guy with long hair is a “woman” and that such a thing is bad was comically played out and exposed as retrograde idiocy as long ago as the late 60s. That it’s still a go-to insult now is inexcusable.

There will be some of you who will say “lighten up” or make references to the “PC Police” at this point. Or you’ll talk about “freedom of speech” as if that has any applicability here. Save it. Sexism does not persist because official organizations and governments make blatantly sexist rules. We’ve actually done a pretty good job of stopping that. No, it persists because of this kind of thoughtless, casual sexism which gives people license to continue to think like friggin’ neanderthals and which reinforces the worst, misogynistic impulses in people. When you subtly or implicitly discredit what it is to be a woman, you discredit and debase women. And when you do that you allow people to not take them seriously and not consider them equals.

Do better, baseball. You claim you want the sport to be inclusive and open and that you want people of color and women in positions of authority and influence? Well, prove it. Make it more inviting for them by calling out such nonsense like we saw from Gibbons and the Kauffman Stadium people yesterday. And apologizing for it.

UPDATE: The Royals were contacted by a KC radio station and they say that the use of “American Woman” was totally coincidental:

Gotta take them at their word.