Friday, October 26, 2012

Pirates' SEAL training still drawing fire


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It would not be easy for the Pirates to dig themselves into a deeper public relations hole than the one in which they previously stood, but, by most accounts, they’ve done exactly that.

There is outrage all around concerning the training techniques the Pirates employ with some of their minor-league players. Recent stories by Dejan Kovacevic of the Tribune-Review have shown the Pirates to be leaning both on Navy SEAL and traditional fraternity Hell week methods in an attempt to build, I suppose, team bonding and/or additional mental and physical toughness.

It’s admirable, seriously, that the Pirates would seek new and different techniques to improve. Most assuredly, what they were doing does not appear to be working. And there’s nothing wrong with innovative training. Many techniques to improve athletes that are considered mainstream today were considered outlandish when introduced.

The Pirates are reaching to improve themselves. In what direction they are reaching remains to be determined, but it does not appear to be a correct one.

Their methods may be as kooky as most believe. Hopefully, though, the Pirates have some legitimate and rational reason to be doing what they are.

The Pirates are not the only team to use a Navy SEAL approach, although I’ve never known of Hell week tactics being used by any serious professional team.

The fact Gregory Polanco, a high-end prospect who played in low Class A last season, injured himself while participating in these drills is unfortunate but not the end of the world.  If the Pirates believe there is a justifiable reason from these method, then a sprained ankle to a player who mighthelp the parent club by 2015 -- and who almost certainly will be ready for his 2013 minor-league season --  is a small price to pay.

But here’s what I don’t understand. If the Pirates believe these methods to be an avenue toward improving the organization, why are they standing silent in the face of media, both local and national, and fan criticism?

Where is Bob Nutting, Frank Coonelly or Neal Huntington -- the man who would have to approve these methods -- to step forward and tell the world why the Pirates are using such an approach.

Are the Pirates ashamed of their methods? If so, they should cease such practices immediately.

If they are not ashamed, if they believe in what they are doing, then someone in a leadership role needs to step forward and tell the world what the team is doing and why it is doing it.

On an ESPN insider chat yesterday, Keith Law was asked:  ``How would you handle the odd player development news in Pittsburgh if you just now named the GM because we know if you were the GM this wouldn't have occured?’’

His answer was a stinging condemnation of Huntington: ``It wouldn't have occurred if anyone else were the GM, as far as I can tell. I've spoken to senior execs from multiple other clubs, and not only did they all say they've never even considered this kind of 'training' exercise, they all offered derisive comments about what the Pirates are doing. Assuming the Pirates do make a GM change as a result of this, I would expect player development to be cleaned out. You need a fresh start to reestablish credibility within the industry and with your own players, that we're not going to put you at risk or treat you in such a demeaning fashion any more.’’

The Pirates have some explaining to do and judging from Law’s comments they need to come from someone in the organization above Huntington.

Take a shot already, Mario




Pittsburgh Tribune-Review
Published: Friday, October 26, 2012

One of these days, when we all run out of ideas to solve our city’s crushing debt, our crumbling bridges and the speed at which little old ladies coast through our tunnels, we’ll undoubtedly turn to Mario Lemieux for solutions.
Isn’t that what we Pittsburghers do?
This is the man who’s had a hat trick of rescuing the Penguins — from his drafting to buying the team out of bankruptcy to getting Consol Energy Center done — and you still hear people pleading with him to try again to buy the Pirates from Bob Nutting.
(Not happening. They’re still very much not for sale.)
So hey, what’s one more, Mario?
Save the NHL season for us!
Ask me, and it’s actually well past time for the Penguins’ ownership to take an active role in this ridiculous NHL lockout, which likely will see the first slice of the 82-game season wiped away Friday. And by ownership, I don’t mean just Lemieux but also Ron Burkle.
No two individuals are more qualified to make an impact.
In Burkle’s case, though the co-owner keeps a low profile, he swings a huge hammer. He’s a billionaire who built his empire through growing a grocery chain in California. He’s a sharp businessman who used to get directly involved in talks with those unions, almost universally commanding respect at the blue-collar level. And in case anyone’s forgotten, he was the guy who went one-on-one in a room with former Pennsylvania Gov. Ed Rendell to put the finishing touch on the Consol deal.
Lemieux opened the door, and Burkle locked up the deal.
As Rendell told Trib Total Media last week: “In negotiating, you need somebody who can cut through the mess and focus on what will get a deal. Ron was excellent at that when we worked out the arena for the Penguins.”
That’s how it could happen in this case, too.
Forget all the lawyerly stuff being discussed — except for the past seven days, of course — by the NHL and the players’ union. When the owners are offering to pay 50 percent of total revenues and the players are offering to accept 50 percent, when the gap in the two most recent proposals is just $2.7 million per team, there’s a deal to be made. It doesn’t take a slick suit and a briefcase to see that.
What the situation demands is that someone steps in who’s bigger in every way than either Gary Bettman or Donald Fehr, both of whom are big in ego only.
That’s 66.
No one in hockey — not even Wayne Gretzky — could command greater respect in this specific setting than what Lemieux could deliver by walking into one of those meetings. Not with his unique background as someone who made his fortune as a Hall of Fame player, who adds to it as an owner and who once did both at the same time.
Think the players would hold the same suspicions of Lemieux that they do with Bettman?
It hasn’t happened yet, of course. Neither Lemieux nor Burkle is known to have attended any of the negotiating sessions. Even at the Board of Governors’ meeting to call the lockout last month, the Penguins were represented by president David Morehouse, COO Travis Williams and general manager Ray Shero.
The owners who have been involved in labor talks have been those of wealthy franchises in Philadelphia, Boston and Washington, as well as perennially poor-mouthing Calgary and Minnesota. The latter is a real hoot, given the $196 million the Wild pledged this summer to tag-team free agents Zach Parise and Ryan Suter. Gee, small wonder the owners want cuts in existing contracts.
What kind of voice do these people have?
What kind of credibility?
Bettman fines any owners who don’t stay silent publicly through these talks, so this isn’t a matter of Lemieux speaking up. It’s a matter of showing up.
Not just for the well-being of the NHL but also for his team.
These Penguins must compete for the Stanley Cup every year that they have Sidney Crosby and Evgeni Malkin in their employ, and that cause already has been hurt enough by early playoff exits the past three years. Crosby is 25, Malkin 26. Even if Malkin ends up joining Crosby in signing a long-term deal — and you can bet on that — these are their prime years.
Did you know Lemieux was 26 the last time he played for the Cup in 1992?
On that count alone, it would be devastating for the Penguins to lose this season.
Look, Lemieux is no negotiator, not really a board-room guy, either. Anyone who recalls his disdain for spending countless hours on Grant Street during the bankruptcy a decade ago can attest.
But all he needs to do here, as with the Consol deal, is open the door for Burkle.
Consider it more of an assist than a save.


Monday, October 22, 2012

Jonathan Dwyer keeps Pittsburgh running in Cincinnati

Harrisburg Patriot-News
October 22, 2012


CINCINNATI (AP) — The top two running backs were gone. So were two offensive linemen. All that the Steelers had left was Ben Roethlisberger, some backup runners and one of the NFL's top defenses.

In Cincinnati, that's plenty.

Roethlisberger threw for a touchdown, overcoming his end zone interception and costly fumble, and Pittsburgh's defense clamped down on the Bengals' Dalton-to-Green connection for a 24-17 victory Sunday night.

21steelers.jpgPittsburgh running back Chris Rainey runs past Cincinnati safety Nate Clements to score a touchdown on an 11-yard run in the second half on Sunday night.MICHAEL KEATING, The Associated Press
Third-year running back Jonathan Dwyer made his first start and ran for a career-high 122 yards, including a 32-yard gain that put it away in the final seconds. Shaun Suisham kicked field goals of 42, 47 and 42 yards.

For the Steelers (3-3), it was a significant win under tough conditions. Their first road win of the season moved them into second place into the AFC North behind Baltimore (5-2), which lost to Houston 43-13 earlier Sunday.

"It puts us right there in the hunt," safety Ryan Clark said.

Cincinnati (3-4) wasted yet another chance to show it can keep up with the division's best. The Bengals are 0-6 the last two seasons against Pittsburgh and Baltimore.

This was their best chance yet to break through. Couldn't do it against the team that always seems to win on their home field.

The Steelers improved to 12-2 at Paul Brown Stadium, where thousands of towel-waving fans make them feel at home. They have won their last five overall against their AFC North rival and 10 of the last 12.
And once again, the Bengals could blame themselves.

"I'm proud of those guys," said Roethlisberger, who was 27-of-37 for 278 yards. "Always the thing we say is, 'Next man up.'Andy Dalton's slip-out-of-the-hand interception set up Roethlisberger's 9-yard touchdown pass to Heath Miller and a tying 2-point conversion to the tight end with 24 seconds left in the half. Chris Rainey's 11-yard touchdown run put the Steelers ahead early in the fourth quarter, and the injury fill-ins finished them off.

"I'm proud of the way those young guys stepped up. There never was a doubt they would do that."
The Bengals got the better of it at the outset, pulling ahead 14-3 by getting their running game moving behind BenJarvus Green-Ellis and turning a fumble by Roethlisberger into a touchdown. If they were going to end that streak of futility against the Steelers, this was their chance.

Dalton's only glaring mistake made the difference.

He tried to pull his arm back on a pass, but the ball slipped out of his hand and deflected off Bengals lineman Kevin Zeitler to Pittsburgh linebacker LaMarr Woodley at the Cincinnati 29-yard line with 1:23 left in the half. That set up Roethlisberger's tying TD pass and conversion.

Dalton was 14-of-28 for only 105 yards with a touchdown and an interception. He completed only one pass to Pro Bowl receiver A.J. Green, an 8-yard touchdown after Roethlisberger's fumble.
The Steelers' 31st-ranked running game was missing Rashard Mendenhall and Isaac Redman, as well as center Maurkice Pouncey and right tackle Marcus Gilbert. Rookie Mike Adams made his first start in Gilbert's spot.
Plus, safety Troy Polamalu was inactive for the fourth time in the last five games with a calf injury.
That put a lot on Roethlisberger, who usually does well in his home state — 15-2 all-time in Cleveland and Cincinnati — but has rarely been so short-handed.
Didn't matter.

Rapid Reaction: Steelers 24, Bengals 17



CINCINNATI -- Thoughts on the Pittsburgh Steelers' 24-17 win at the Cincinnati Bengals:
What it means: It was far from perfect, but the Steelers found a way to hold on to a fourth-quarter lead and win their first road game of the season. Overcoming a sloppy start, Pittsburgh (3-3) moved to within 1.5 games of the division-leading Ravens (5-2). The Bengals (3-4) lost their third straight and their ninth in a row in prime time. This marked the Steelers' fifth consecutive win over the Bengals.

Running game resurfaces: Rookie fifth-round pick Chris Rainey made his first touchdown a memorable one. His 11-yard score up the middle of the Bengals' defense put the Steelers ahead 44 seconds into the fourth quarter. Rainey had 15 yards rushing in his first five games. In his first start, Steelers running back Jonathan Dwyer rushed for 122 yards on 17 carries.

Dalton struggles: Andy Dalton was wildly inaccurate as he once again struggled against the Steelers. He finished 14-of-28 for 105 yards with one touchdown and one interception. His longest pass was 17 yards. Dalton fell to 0-3 against the Steelers.

Slipping up before halftime: The Bengals had a first down with 1:30 left in the first half and a 14-6 lead. But they went into halftime tied at 14. Dalton, who has been picked off in every game this season, threw a pass off the back of right guard Kevin Zeitler's helmet and was intercepted by Steelers linebacker LaMarr Woodley. The Steelers converted that into a 9-yard touchdown pass to Heath Miller, who also caught the two-point conversion to tie the game.

Steelers drop the ball: The Steelers could've had two touchdowns in the first half if they caught the ball. On a trick play, running back Baron Batch, with no one between him and the end zone, couldn't pull in a pass from wide receiver Antonio Brown. Wide receiver Mike Wallace, who had three drops in the first half, couldn't handle a deflected pass that went to him in the end zone. Wallace dropped his fourth pass, one that was thrown behind him, on third down with 5:38 left in the fourth quarter.

Where did Green go?: One play after Ben Roethlisberger's fumble deep in his own territory, Bengals wide receiver A.J. Green caught an 8-yard touchdown pass in the second quarter. It was his sixth straight game with a touchdown. But that was the only catch in the first three quarters for Green, who entered the game as the NFL leader in receiving yards. Steelers cornerback Ike Taylor, who had struggled this season, broke up a third-down pass to Green in the third quarter.

What's next: The Steelers return home to play the Washington Redskins (3-4). The Bengals are on a bye week before playing the Broncos at home on Nov. 4.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Big Ben speaks truth about the offense

By Joe Starkey
Pittsburgh Tribune-Review
October 21, 2012


Ben Roethlisberger seemed surprised when reporters crowded his locker Friday, seeking word on his heavily taped right ankle.
Roethlisberger had practiced without issue. He didn’t think the ankle was a big deal. Early in a two-minute drill with his inquisitors, he addressed a much-bigger deal: The Steelers’ chronic inability to roll up lofty point totals.
As you might have noticed, dominant defense doesn’t live here anymore. Any reasonable person would tell you it is the offense’s turn to carry this franchise. Roethlisberger knows that. I’m just not convinced he believes Todd Haley’s offense is designed to get there.
Asked if a running game would enhance the team’s ability to hold leads, Roethlisberger said, “We just need to score points, however we can do it.”
Pressed, he offered the same response.
Things got more interesting when the crowd dispersed. I asked Roethlisberger if the offense has much room for “expansion.” As in more big plays.
“Haley’s offense is not a big-play offense,” he said. “It’s kind of a dink-and-dunk offense.”
Hmmm. That was the first time I’d heard Roethlisberger use the d-and-d phrase. When others had, he’d brushed it aside.
Our next exchange was more eye-opening.
Me: “Is there room for more quick strikes?”
Ben: “We did that last week (82-yard pass to Mike Wallace).”
Me: “Right, but you never went back to it.”
Ben: “There’s a guy calling the plays. That’s on him.”
That’s a quote sure to be repeated, but I can tell you Roethlisberger did not utter it with any venom. And he quickly elaborated. Or backtracked. I’m not sure which.
“Sometimes, we’ll call something long, and it’s just not there,” he said. “For us, the big thing is that when we get into the red zone, we don’t get complicated. We need to finish drives.”
Seems to me the two big changes under Haley are intimately related: shorter throws, cleaner quarterback. That’s nice, but if your primary goal is to keep your quarterback safe, allow me to refer to John Tortorella’s motto the year the Tampa Bay Lightning won the Stanley Cup.
“Safe is death.”
This season doesn’t deserve to die. Not with defenses all over the mediocre AFC — notably those in Cincinnati and Baltimore — just waiting to be exploited.
Houston was the closest thing to an elite AFC defense. That was before they lost their best player (Brian Cushing) and got exposed in a nationally televised vivisection performed by Dr. Aaron Rodgers.
One way or another, the Steelers have to score more. Starting in Cincinnati. My sense is that removing Ben’s shackles would be a start. But maybe it’s finding a run game. Or maybe the rinky-dink method will bore the Bengals to death.
Did you know that, since the beginning of the 2010 season, the Steelers have cracked the 30-point barrier seven times?
For context, the Mark Sanchez-led Jets have done it 10 times.
The bugaboos of the Bruce Arians offense — which I thought was ready to explode before Roethlisberger’s injury last season — remain unfixed: The Steelers still don’t score enough (17th in the league), convert in the red zone (18th in touchdown percentage) or run with consistency (32nd in pertinent categories).
True, they lead the NFL in third-down conversion rate at 51.9 percent. But that wasn’t a problem. They finished fifth last season, despite Roethlisberger being gimpy or absent for the last quarter of it.
The Steelers hoard the ball, too. But they were top five in time of possession every year under Arians (I apologize for citing these inconvenient facts).
Coach Mike Tomlin never fully explained the idea behind changing coordinators. I assumed that in addition to reducing quarterback hits, it was to finish games with point totals higher than, say, 19, 17 and 23.
So what’s the excuse now?
Injuries along the line?
Please. Teams win Super Bowls with low picks and undrafted players littering their lines.
The Steelers possess the rarest of commodities: a Hall of Fame quarterback in his prime. They have provided him with a multitude of weapons. It really is time to score points.
However they can do it.
Joe Starkey co-hosts a show 2 to 6 p.m. weekdays on 93.7 “The Fan.” His columns appear Thursdays and Sundays. He can be reached at jraystarkey@gmail.com.


Monday, October 15, 2012

NHL Lockout: Let's not cut the cap


By Mark Madden 
Beaver County Times Sports Columnist | Posted: Sunday, October 14, 2012 7:47 pm
When the NHL lockout was in its infancy, a dialed-in little birdie told me that the strategy of union boss Donald Fehr would be to turn negotiations to sludge, then try to eliminate the salary cap.
Well, here we are. The big financial issues aren’t even being discussed, and Fehr is threatening to deep-six the cap.
No cap means no competitive hockey in Pittsburgh. Sidney Crosby, Marc-Andre Fleury, Kris Letang, Evgeni Malkin: Pick one. Maybe the Penguins could afford him. And maybe not.
No cap means more revenue sharing, which Fehr wants anyway. More revenue sharing means profitability can exist without success. Profitability without success means some teams get paid to lose. They’re the Washington Generals. They don’t try.
Such a situation exists locally. You might be familiar with it.
It looks more and more like this season is shot. Given that, owners should adopt a scorched-earth policy.
Step 1: When Fehr yanks the cap off the table, the owners should yank guaranteed contracts off the table. Fehr wants hockey to be baseball. The owners should want hockey to be football.
Step 2: Tell the players to report to training camp in two weeks, then line up replacement players. The union would crumble. The majority of players would break ranks and play. How many have other legitimate high-paying employment options?
Extreme? Sure. But no more extreme than eliminating a cap that promotes competitive balance and gives every fan hope.
The players deserve their fair share. But the notion that NHL players are even remotely underpaid is laughably absurd.
Only Sidney Crosby sells extra tickets. The other players are extremely disposable, but still very well-compensated.
Rick Nash, for example, isn’t paid $7.8 million per year based on his marketability, or any tangible return he brings. Nash is paid purely for his perceived impact on winning.
Nash has played nine NHL seasons and won zero playoff games.
It’s disgusting when NHL players use the “working man” shtick. The players don’t have to get summer jobs. The scratches don’t sell popcorn on game nights. The NHL minimum salary was $525,000 last season. The average salary was $2.4 million.
How much did you make?
Fans lionize athletes because the owners are rarely glamorous -- the Penguins’ owner being a notable exception. But players come and go, even the greatest players, and the game never dies. NHL revenue has increased by $1.2 billion per year since the last lockout, and done so with only one legit individual drawing card.
Hockey sells. Not the players.
I admire the greed on both sides. But drop the puck. When Fehr pulls the cap, the owners should get the NHL back on the ice by any means necessary. Solve the problem now and forever.
The NHL Players’ Association isn't really a union. Real unions stick together. Members don’t work other jobs in the same profession while the rest sit idle. Members of real unions get paid scale based on collective bargaining. They don’t negotiate individually. The NHLPA is a union of convenience.
The players make plenty. Stars can retire to the lap of luxury. Fourth-liners can work until they die like the rest of us.
Major League Soccer’s average crowd is higher than the NHL’s. Hockey is sixth among the four major sports, maybe lower.
Reality is knocking. Somebody answer the door.
Mark Madden hosts a radio show 3-6 p.m. weekdays on WXDX-FM (105.9).

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Twenty years later, Sid's slide and the fall of the Pittsburgh Pirates still stuns

By Jay Busbee
Yahoo! Sports
October 12, 2012


Sid Bream slides in ahead of Mike LaVallier's tag to win Game 7 of the 1992 NLCS. (Getty Images)Sid Bream slides in ahead of Mike LaVallier's tag to win Game 7 of the 1992 NLCS. (Getty Images)In 1992, Barry Bonds was in the midst of one of the most astonishing performance streaks in baseball history. He had won the MVP in 1990, probably should have won it in '91 and would go on to win it in '92 and '93. He was the centerpiece, if not necessarily the clubhouse leader, of the Pittsburgh Pirates, batting .311 with an OPS of 1.080.
But he was also carrying a woeful .132 postseason batting average, and his reputation as an October no-show was already formed when Francisco Cabrera, the last chance the Atlanta Braves had in Game 7 of the National League Championship Series, lined a single to Bonds in left field. David Justice, standing on third, scored easily to tie the game, and behind him, chugging toward home was Sid Bream.
Twenty years ago Sunday, the race was on between Sid Bream's woefully slow legs and Barry Bonds' left arm in what today remains as one of the most iconic moments in major league baseball history.
The birth of a rivalry
Fun fact: For about 24 hours in 1992, Barry Bonds was an Atlanta Brave. That season, Bonds was in the final year of his contract and made no secret of his intentions to play for a World Series-caliber team. Before the season began, Atlanta's then-general manager John Schuerholz reached a deal in principle that would bring Bonds to Atlanta in exchange for pitcher Alejandro Peña, outfielder Keith Mitchell and a prospect to be named. But Pirates GM Ted Simmons got cold feet, perhaps influenced by Pirates manager Jim Leyland's volcanic reaction at the news, and backed out of the deal.
"In baseball, that's about as sacrosanct as anything gets," Schuerholz later wrote in his autobiography. "That had never happened to me, nor has it since, when there was a total reneging of a trade."
How would baseball history have changed with Bonds in Atlanta? Certainly the Braves would not have had the financial capacity to sign Greg Maddux the next year. And the clubhouse would have been a very different place; Bonds' me-first, me-last ego would not have meshed well with then-manager Bobby Cox's insurance-firm atmosphere.
In the end, it's a moot point. Bonds was the best player on the Pirates roster, a proud club that in 1992 advanced to its third straight National League Championship Series. But it had yet to reach the World Series in any of those attempts. Cincinnati, riding its Nasty Boys relief corps, knocked off the Pirates four games to two in 1990, and the worst-to-first Braves had taken out the Pirates in seven games the next year.
This time around, the Pirates were determined to write a new ending.
Under the guidance of the chain-smoking Leyland, they finished 96-66, nine games clear of the Montreal Expos for the NL East crown. Once again in the NLCS they would face the Braves, who after their historic 1991 season weren't sneaking up on anyone.
The Braves swept the first two games at home, only to have the Pirates win two of three in Pittsburgh then another back in Atlanta setting up a final winner-take-all Game 7 showdown at Atlanta-Fulton County Stadium on Oct. 14, 1992.
Though both teams had been there before, they were taking diametrically opposed approaches to the night ahead. The Braves' clubhouse was button-down quiet, while the Pirates were running layup drills on a Nerf basketball hoop.
Then it was time for the first pitch, to be delivered by Atlanta's John Smoltz to Alex Cole. Four pitches later, Cole was on first with a walk. Four batters later, Cole was home with the Pirates' first run. Pittsburgh would add another in the top of the sixth off an Andy Van Slyke single.
Atlanta had opportunities. The Braves loaded the bases with no one out in the sixth, but came away empty. And as the innings wore on, the opportunities melted away.
Early in his career, Barry Bonds developed a reputation as a no-show in the postseason. (Getty Images)Pirates starter Doug Drabek continued to baffle the Braves with pitches that ducked in and out of the strike zone, nullifying every threat. By the final frame, the Atlanta fans – already developing a fair-weather reputation – had begun heading for the exits, even though the heart of the Braves order was coming to the plate.
Bottom of the ninth, no outs
Reigning NL MVP Terry Pendleton, who won the award in '91 largely because Bonds was so unpopular, led off the inning, bringing to the plate an 0-for-15 record against Drabek to the plate. But Pendleton raked Drabek's third pitch to the right-field wall, tucking it hard against the foul line, clapping his hands as he stopped at third. Justice was next. After taking a strike, he roped what should have been a routine grounder straight at Jose Lind, the Pirates' usually flawless second baseman. Lind had made only six errors in the regular season and would go on to win the Gold Glove that year, but in Game 7 he made two errors, including a boot of Justice's grounder.
"It could turn out to be the biggest error of his life," CBS announcer Tim McCarver said ominously.
Then came Bream. He was one of the last links to the days of the 1980s, when ballplayers sported cheesy mustaches, amiable demeanors and, well, names like "Sid." A former Pirate himself, he stepped in with men on first and third. With a deafening chant of "SID! SID! SID!" echoing through the stadium and the evidence of Lind's crucial miscue staring at him from first, Drabek walked Bream on four straight pitches, ending his night.
Leyland brought in hard-throwing Stan Belinda to close out the night. The first batter he faced, outfielder Ron Gant, smoked what initially appeared to be a game-winning grand slam deep to left. But as Bonds tracked the ball, he stopped one step from the wall where he made the catch.
Bottom of the ninth, one out
Pendleton scored on Gant's sacrifice, but the Braves still had the tying run, in the form of Justice, standing on second base and unable to advance.
Catcher Damon Berryhill came up next and would have been an ideal double-play candidate, except for two problems: First, Belinda was a flyball pitcher and had only induced a single double play all season, and second, Belinda proceeded to walk Berryhill on five pitches. The fourth ball appeared to curl right inside the strike zone, but umpire Randy Marsh – pressed into home plate duty when John McSherry left the game in the second with chest pains – made no move. (Sadly, McSherry would die on the field in Cincinnati, a victim of a heart attack on Opening Day, 1996.) Berryhill took first as Pirates catcher Mike LaValliere barked at Marsh.
The bases were now reloaded, with the slow-footed Bream carrying the winning run at second. Brian Hunter stepped in to pinch-hit for light-hitting shortstop Rafael Belliard. This is an important detail: Cox had no one left to pinch-run for Bream; he'd already used all his position players, and his fastest pitcher, Smoltz, had started the game.
The Atlanta fans kept up the haunting tomahawk chop chant as players in both dugouts fidgeted. The Braves tried on various permutations of the rally cap, flipping their hats upside-down on their heads, then fitting the brims straight up and sideways like sharks' fins. Over in the Pirates dugout, Drabek slowly stroked at the edges of his Fu Manchu mustache as Leyland stared out at the unfolding debacle in disbelief.
The Pirates dared to hope again, though, as Hunter lofted a soft fly ball into short center field. This time, Lind gloved it without incident and fired it back into the infield; the Braves were unable to advance.
Bottom of the ninth, two outs
The pitcher's spot was up, and Cox was down to his last bench player, backup catcher Francisco Cabrera, who'd had only 10 at-bats all season. "Señor Last Resort," Atlanta Journal-Constitution sports editor Furman Bisher would call him. "A most unlikely man in the spotlight for Atlanta," CBS play-by-play announcer Sean McDonough said as Cabrera dug in against Belinda.
Out in left, Bonds had moved back, intent on keeping every ball in front of him.
"Move in!" Van Slyke shouted from center.
Bonds, Van Slyke would later tell author Jeff Pearlman, reacted in the expected Bonds way: He raised his middle finger.
(No video exists of this moment, which is a shame. If it had happened today, it would be on YouTube before Cabrera finished his at-bat.)
"People forget that Bonds was an excellent outfielder," Pearlman, author of a biography on Bonds, told Yahoo! Sports. Bonds would win a Gold Glove in 1992. "He had great instincts. He wasn't trying to defy Van Slyke. He just thought he knew better what to do out there."
Belinda's first pitch to Cabrera ran far outside, his second flew low. At 2-0, Cabrera still had the green light and hooked a ball foul, deep into the seats past the Pirates bullpen in left. Cabrera cursed himself, adjusted his helmet, then stepped back in to the batter's box as Belinda asked for a new ball.
"All of a sudden, we looked at each other like, 'Hey, Frankie is going to hit this guy,' " Braves shortstop Jeff Blauser recalled in Tomahawk, a book about the '92 Braves by Bill Zack. "Don't ask us how we knew, we just knew."
Belinda took the sign from LaValliere, wound up and let loose a long, looping curve that was headed for the outside corner of the plate. But Cabrera snapped his bat out, impossibly quick, lining the ball right over shortstop Jay Bell's head and almost – but not quite – directly at Bonds.
Justice was running on the crack of the bat, tying the game and ensuring there was more baseball to be played. Bonds had to move two steps to his left for the ball and unloaded a looping shot toward home.
Bream, meanwhile, steamed around third, eyes wide, arms chugging, cranky knees groaning. Those knees had suffered through five operations, all for a moment like this. Justice screamed for Bream to slide. Slide!
Bonds' throw bounced one step up the first-base line. LaValliere grabbed it and dove back toward the sliding Bream. Years later, Atlanta and Pittsburgh fans still debate whether Lavalliere caught Bream before Bream caught the plate. Marsh, though, didn't hesitate.
In the Braves radio booth, legendary announcer Skip Caray would relate the play in a call that has since been replayed roughly a half billion times in Atlanta since: "One run is in! Here comes Bream! Here's the throw to the plate … he is … SAFE! Braves win! Braves win! Braves win! Braves win! Braves win!"
The team mobbed Bream at the plate, Justice the first to reach him. Players, coaches, batboys, reserves – they all piled atop their cement-footed first baseman, who on this night was just … fast … enough.
Final score: Atlanta 3, Pittsburgh 2
As the Braves exulted, the Pirates collapsed. "I'm five-foot-eight," LaValliere said, according to Zack. "If I'm five-foot-eight-and-a-half, he's out."
Van Slyke just sat down in center field, staring at nothing, the last Pirate to leave the field.
"This is probably the hardest lesson I've ever had to handle, and I'm not sure I'm handling it well," Leyland said after the game. "It's a little tough to tell your players three years in a row, 'Thanks for the effort.' This is a real heartbreaker."
The Pirates knew that after three chances, their window had finally closed. Bonds and Drabek were already on their way out the door and with them their best chance of ever getting this far again.
Pittsburgh hasn't had a winning season since.
"I knew in my heart that I would never be in that position again as long as I was a Pirate," Van Slyke would later tell author Jeff Pearlman. "It was my saddest day in baseball. The end of the road."

Friday, October 12, 2012

Passive play-calling against Titans? Why?


The Titans' Kenny Britt catches a pass in front of Steelers cornerback Ike Taylor during the first quarter Thursday at LP Field in Nashville, Tenn. Christopher Horner | Tribune-Review
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Published: Friday, October 12, 2012, 12:01 a.m.
Updated 9 hours ago 

NASHVILLE, Tenn. — Don’t blame Thursday.
However anyone chooses to analyze the Steelers’ atrocious 26-23 loss to a terrible Tennessee team that dropped their record to 2-3 and might have tipped their playoff hopes, don’t go the trite route of blaming the short week of preparation. It’s preposterous to suggest. The Titans had the same break.
Don’t blame all the injuries, either. The Titans were missing starting quarterback Jake Locker.
Don’t blame playing on the road. If the Titans had a home-field edge, it would have been news to the 30,000-plus at LP Field decked out in black and gold.
And you know what?
Don’t even blame the secondary.
No, really.
Yeah, I was here. I saw Ike Taylor getting torched so often it’s as if the Titans’ receivers were trading Demaryius Thomas masks amongst each other. I saw Keenan Lewis allow a sure interception — if there is any such thing with the Steelers’ defensive backs — to ricochet so far out of his hands it might have landed in Memphis. I saw Will Allen start for the first time in three years, sadly forced into action by the poor play of Ryan Mundy, who still found a way to do damage by missing his man on a Tennessee blocked punt.
Yeah, I saw it all. No need to pull punches. Exempting Ryan Clark, who was terrific again, this is the softest secondary the Steelers have seen since the Harvey Clayton days.
And that’s with all due apologies to Mr. Clayton, who managed three more interceptions in 1986 than Taylor and Lewis have totaled this season.
This was Mike Tomlin’s assessment afterward: “Obviously, we need to look at everything, but I doubt that the process itself is an issue.”
Really?
The bulk of the blame for this fiasco, if you ask me, goes to the playcalling.
Both sides of the ball.
Let’s start with this simple premise: When facing a 1-4 team that’s been outscored, 181-88 … um, let me think how to say this … oh, yeah … GO FOR THE JUGULAR.
Storm them.
Stamp them out early.
Sap them of their will.
Shouldn’t have been all that hard in facing an opponent whose not-really-a-star running back, Chris Johnson, earlier in the week was quoted as saying, “We’re not exactly headed in the right direction.”
Not until the Steelers played tour guide.
Dick LeBeau’s defense came out in the same conservative mode we’ve maddeningly seen most of this season. The corners play miles off the line of scrimmage, and the linebackers occasionally join them. It looks at times like a video being rewound.
The result was immediate: Whatever’s left of Matt Hasselbeck coolly moved Tennessee down the field for an opening field goal.
The Steelers responded with a tying field goal and, later, in the first quarter, decided to GO FOR THE JUGULAR with a Ben Roethlisberger heave to Mike Wallace.
The result: An 82-yard touchdown, a 10-3 lead, and Roethlisberger was 5 of 8 for 130 yards.
Why mess with that, right?
Well, for reasons only Tomlin and Todd Haley could know, this team seems hellbent on showing it can run between the tackles and throw screen passes, no matter the evidence to the contrary, no matter that Rashard Mendenhall and Isaac Redman were felled by injury, no matter that they were playing the Titans and really might have done well to GO FOR THE JUGULAR at least another time or two.
They didn’t. They ran up 22 rushes for 56 yards, yet another meager average of 2.5 per carry. That was lowlighted by a head-scratcher of a call on second-and-6 on the Steelers’ last drive, on which Baron Batch was held to a yard. One incomplete pass later, Shaun Suisham missed a 54-yard field goal try.
That’s no jab at Batch or Chris Rainey, undersized backs who did the best they could. And it’s certainly no jab at the line, which lost Maurkice Pouncey for the game and Marcus Gilbert and Ramon Foster for spells.
No, it’s an indictment of playcalling that’s starting to look more like it’s predicated on ego than, you know, winning the game.
When did how the Steelers win ever matter?
Defensively, Dick LeBeau’s scheme was even more conservative and even less effective.
Again, I’m not absolving the players. All of the numbers point to a collection of corners utterly incapable of pressing.
But if there ever was a time to push an opponent around a little bit, this was it. In addition to using their backup QB, the Titans have an utterly star-free receiving corps. And yet, Hasselbeck stayed mostly comfortable thanks to few bring-the-house blitzes, and the receivers had ample room because of what the coaches call the “tackle-the-catch” approach.
Give even a bad NFL team an inch for free, and they’d be crazy not to take a yard.
As with Haley and the offense, why wouldn’t LeBeau play to whatever strengths he has among his personnel?
Was that really James Harrison dropping back into coverage on tight end Jared Cook’s 25-yard reception that set up the winning field goal?
Yeah, it was.
Don’t blame Harrison for that.

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