Tagged: Minor Leagues

January stars

January always seems to be the low point of the offseason; the holidays are over, the distractions are gone, and weeks of cold and snow remain before pitchers and catchers report.  But we have our ways of coping!

Here in Boston, the Boston Baseball Writers‘ dinner has been a beacon of hope, a promise that baseball and spring will come along in time.  Hot Stove Cool Music brings both a roundtable discussion of baseball and a concert or two.  The Jimmy Fund has now put on four events as “New Stars for Young Stars” to raise funds to combat cancer.  In conjunction with the Red Sox Rookie Development program, the Team Store holds a signing event that brings in money for the Red Sox Foundation while showing the rookies what lies ahead for them in terms of us crazy fans.  Throw in team dinners for the Spinners and Sea Dogs, and January’s not such a bleak month at all!

Here are a few of my shots from the BBWAA dinner on Thursday, January 8:

Dustin Pedroia laughs.

Jim Rice chuckles.

Sean Casey with a real smile…

… and a posed one, as Jeff Bailey signs.  (Thumbs up for Bailey’s silver vest and tie!)

A highlight of the evening was the confirmation that Rocco Baldelli had signed with the Red Sox for 2009.

Rocco got his standing O’s, but for certain, the hope that Jim Ed Rice will be voted into the Hall of Fame on Monday got the crowd up and yelling, too!

On Friday, January 9, we reluctantly passed on the Sea Dogs dinner to go to Foxboro to see Bronson Arroyo and his band play.  Sadly, I have no photos of Bronson, Elan Trotman or the fine band, because Showcase Live security decided I had a professional camera which could not be allowed into the hall.  I wish.  Trust me, I wish.  But I’m old enough to know that security folks are folks you don’t argue with.  Also sadly, this necessitated missing the Team Store signing.  The things I’ll do for my friends and a lanky blond righty…

… But fortunately the rookies were out again as Saturday, January 10 brought this year’s edition of New Stars for Young Stars:

Josh Reddick and Daniel Bard.

Lars Anderson.  “Hey, can you get that flash any brighter?”  (I’m admittedly not very good with the flash, but Jillian’s is a tough place to shoot: all bright windows and dark corners!)

Justin Mas–hey, wait a minute…

And that’s not Michael Bowden!

Now correctly labeled, Michael Bowden feigns innocence while Justin Masterson acts like he has no idea what just happened. ^_^

I’m not sure Tito’s either a new star or a young star, but we love him regardless!

NO TRADING.  Do you hear me, Theo?  Keep these guys.  NO TRADING.

George Kottaras with a dubious look.

Richie Lentz.

Jason Place, another victim of my over-aggressive flash.

Chris Carter.

Meanwhile, back behind the official New Stars roster, the rest of the Rookie Development Program participants got to bowl a few games!

Adam Mills.

Mark Wagner.  (I got to chat with Mark for a while–very friendly, personable guy.  One of the best things about meeting the pups in the minors is that you find folks you really, really want to see succeed, and this was a terrific group.)

Kris Johnson.  Memo for next year:  more bowling shots!

Argenis Diaz graciously indulges me in my quest to get one of them eating ice cream!

It’s snowing in Boston right now, but after the last few days, I can almost feel that Florida sun!

Michael Bowden

Throughout the history of sittingstill.net there have been players who have played major roles in my photography and in the site’s character, though they’ll likely never know it.  And as another July draws toward a trade deadline close, and I develop my yearly ulcer worrying about the names that get bandied about, I keep coming back to pitching prospect Michael Bowden.

March 9, 2007

The first time I saw Bowden pitch was my last day at Spring Training in 2007.  There was no Sox game the day we flew out, so we decided to hit the minor league complex before heading to the airport.  This was my first trip to the complex, and I had had no idea how much fun it would be.  Players of all levels, everywhere!  We watched some workouts, and then they called together a minigame where Clay Buchholz pitched against Michael Bowden.  And I knew, instantly, that this would be a day I’d never forget.

By this time I had a full week under my belt with the new Canon, and the only challenge I had was finding clear shots through the openings in the chain link fence!  Everything else was ideal–the bright sun, the chance to run around for different angles, the pitchers I’d read so much about and was dying to see.

While Bowden was on the mound I went to the far end of the “dugout” on the third base line.  When he finished the inning, he and the pitching coach came right to where I was.  It’s relatively rare that you get to see a pitcher up close right off the mound.  I’ve never been so aware of what work pitching is as seeing Bowden walk in, in the Florida heat, flushed and breathing heavily–and unhappy with himself.  The coach was telling him he was hitting his spots, but he was clearly not pleased with his results.  It was at that point that both Bowden and the coach seemed to realize I was there.  The coach shot me a look that said “I’m not sure you should be this close.”  And Bowden shot me a look that said–well, “said” is the wrong word; you’d need a wordless visual, say, a volcano exploding in flaming lava.  It suddenly seemed like a really good idea to shoot from the first base line.  And perhaps to run to get there!

Terrified or no, I had a great day of shooting, and when I got home and posted photos, the minor league shots were so well received that I realized I had another calling.  I’d already found that the sorts of photos I enjoyed taking of the major leaguers were the candids, the offbeat shots, the ones not being published in most media–but there was hardly anything being published of the minor leaguers at all.  While I had fewer opportunities to see games in the minors, I tried harder to shoot when I went to Pawtucket, or when call-ups had their first looks at Fenway, either with the big club or at Futures at Fenway (where the starter for Portland in 2007 was none other than Michael Bowden!).

August 11, 2007

And this year at Spring Training I tried hard to document as many different players as I could–including young Mr. Bowden, of course!

With Kyle Snyder and Justin Masterson, March 2, 2008

March 3, 2008

With Justin Masterson, March 6, 2008

March 7, 2008

March 8, 2008

But over the offseason, I also had a few chances to encounter him in very different settings.  First was at New Stars for Young Stars, at which he could not have been more charming and gave me no impression at all that he might possibly kill me with a look alone.

Next, he was one of the players tapped for the Rookie Development Program, all of whom signed for the adoring masses who filled the Team Store.  And finally, he appeared at McCoy Stadium for the PawSox Hot Stove party, foreshadowing what we all supposed would be a midyear callup from Portland.

With Jed Lowrie, January 19, 2008
He put up terrific numbers with the Sea Dogs this year:  an ERA of 2.33, K/9 rate of 8.71, K/BB 4.21, WHIP of 0.92 with batters hitting .192 against him.  I suspect he was held in Portland until midseason in order to earn his All-Star selection and sort some things out with the PawSox roster.  But as I expected, he got his mid-July call.  His first start, sadly for me, was on the road (though we did get to see him in uniform on July 20). 

July 20, 2008

And it may not have been the debut he’d hoped for, giving up 3 runs in 4 innings–but I suspect he’s glad to have it out of the way.

As I could have told you from my first encounter with him, Bowden’s extremely intense on the mound, and it’s hard to find a piece about him that doesn’t refer both to his competitive fire and to his love of baseball.  The Sox sent him to API last offseason, and while I could never see where Clay Buchholz supposedly added those ten pounds, Bowden certainly looked more powerful this year.  And his early struggles in Portland this year, followed by the hard work and breakthrough that led to a dazzling string of games, encourage me that he’ll make the adjustment to AAA and then to the majors.  Like Justin Masterson, he’s a young pitcher I not only believe in but want to believe in.  For now, I’m looking forward to seeing–and shooting!–him in Pawtucket!

Catch the moment, catch the light, catch your breath and let me freeze your frame

There are several online communities of Red Sox fans which have greatly enhanced the way I follow the team and the enjoyment I find in doing so.  But I have to admit that the morning after a tough loss, I tend to shy away from participating.  It’s so easy to complain—it’s so easy to propose theoretical alternatives to choices that were made (and of course all those theoretical alternatives would have succeeded, mind you).  Fans who pursue other professions and have minimal access to information assert with no sense of irony that they know better than the actual participants in the sport.  Etc.  So if I do anything, I usually try to be Little Miss Positive…

… and on that note, I’ll talk about a great night at the park this week.  McCoy Stadium, to be specific!  Tuesday night was poster and autograph night—every fan got a free team poster, and from 5:00pm to 6:00pm fans could walk from table to table around the warning track and get autographs from the players.  Tailor-made for a woman clutching a folder of 8x10s!  (Click thumbnails below for full photos!)

Had Hansen sign this one:

since, as I told him, I didn’t get to see him pitch all year!  Glad to hear that his recent injury sounds more like a bump on the arm and less like impending Tommy John surgery!

All the good pictures I have of Brandon Moss

feature him goofing off, which he readily admitted.

I really loved this shot of Bobby Scales

and so did he!  (He warned me as he handed it back—"You be careful with this picture—it’s hot!")

I told Ed Rogers I’d waited a long, long time to get this spring training shot

signed!  This was from a Spring Training game against the Mets.  Mets fans had infiltrated City of Palms, and the home team had some catching up to do… Ed’s walkoff grand slam made it happen. What a smile! 

Went back to Spring Training for my shot of Clay Buchholz

who looked younger off the mound than he does on it, and who was very gracious and fan-friendly.

But I only went back a few weeks for Jed Lowrie

and Jacoby Ellsbury

who were seated next to each other, much to my delight!  Told them how much I appreciated both Jed’s home runs at the last game I’d seen and Jacoby’s brilliant smile as he circled the bases.  Jacoby in turn was amused that I’d caught him running with his tongue out!

Got to tell Travis Hughes that playing baseball or playing hacky-sack, he’s the fiercest competitor I’ve seen.  Craig Breslow, seated next to him, was only slightly mollified that I then awarded him second. "Well, you had to say that…"  (But it’s true.  You expect it from Hughes—he’s a big guy.  If you could envision the buddy  you’d want to come back you up in a bar fight, well, he looks the part.  Breslow’s fierceness is more unexpected.  Although, given that he was miffed to come in second even in my rankings, I may need to reconsider!)

Not sure who Joe McEwing ticked off, but he got to sit with Paws and Sox!

Went with a classic shot for George Kottaras

but when it came to Dusty Brown, well… I hadn’t run a print from Futures at Fenway, so I just traded in all my baseball credibility and, well, had him sign my arm.

Many thanks as well to Abe Alvarez, Jeff Bailey, Devern Hansack, Javier Lopez, Edgar Martinez, and David Pauley, who also signed photos for me, and  to Mike Burns, Lincoln Holdzkom, and Junior Spivey, who accepted gracefully that I didn’t have good pictures of them!  Kudos as well to the PawSox staff for a well-run and really fun evening.  (Special thanks to Brandon Moss for his two home runs in the game!)