The Dumbest Question and My Worst Fear

Our friends at WordPress.com suggested I try their new “block” editor to see if it will make my “Likes” problem (previously reported) go away. So I need content to publish. Here’s some:

I worked in software development for a long time. I loved being a programmer. There were days when I’d wake up and be eager to get to work. Then they made me a manager. There were lots of days when I hated to get out of bed.

When we had a software problem, we often got a question we couldn’t answer. Management and our customers would ask us “when will it be fixed?” If we already knew what the problem was, we could give them an estimate. If we were in the early stages, however, when the problem was still a mystery, the only (polite) answer was “we don’t know”. Since we didn’t know what was causing the problem, how could we know when we’d be able to fix it? Of course, it’s understandable they wanted an answer, but there were times it was the dumbest question to ask.

Sometimes things got bad. We worked on an important system. It had to be up and running every weekday morning. If, for some reason, it wasn’t, lots of people would be affected. We would make the news. So the clock would start ticking. Would we be able to diagnose and correct the problem soon enough to avoid headlines the next day?

The good news is that in all the years I worked there, every time we got a call from Operations telling us something was seriously wrong, we never failed to get the system up on time. But I would always wonder. Is this going to be the time we don’t find a fix? It never was, but that was my worst (work-related) fear.

If you’re looking at this post and see my little brown icon right next to the “Liked” button, using the block editor didn’t help. There is one other thing I can try before someone at WordPress not named “L Franz” publishes an upcoming post. That’s the other thing they’ve suggested. I can’t wait to see what they’ve got to say about President Lysol.

 

I Don’t “Like” My Posts

Recent posts (including this one) look as if I used the “Like” button on them. If you hover over the little brown image next to the “Liked” button, you’ll see “L Franz”. That’s me. It’s true I’m usually somewhat pleased with my posts, but I would never “Like” them. Some fine people at WordPress.com know about the problem. They’ve suggested several things but so far no luck.

New Jersey’s Steps to Reopening

Governor Murphy just presented the steps he thinks the Garden State needs to take before life can become more normal. Other states are doing the same thing. Murphy added that everything would be coordinated with neighboring states: “This isnโ€™t just about NJ. Rushing ahead of our partners would risk returning our entire region back into lockdown mode”.

He didn’t announce a timeline:

Until we give the public confidence that they should not be fearful, we cannot take further steps. A plan that is needlessly rushed is a plan that will needlessly fail.

If businesses like restaurants, barber shops and theaters reopen, but their customers stay home, there won’t be any point to reopening.

The PowerPoint version:

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He skipped page 19 (is it a state secret?):

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A Baseball Legend Few Fans Know About

It was a time before radar guns, but they say his fastball was the fastest in the history of baseball. In fact, much faster. I’d never heard of him until yesterday.

From The Washington Post:

Steve Dalkowski, who entered baseball lore as the hardest-throwing pitcher in history, with a fastball that was as uncontrollable as it was unhittable and who was considered perhaps the gameโ€™s greatest unharnessed talent, died April 19 at a hospital in New Britain, Conn. He was 80 and died from Covid-19.

Mr. Dalkowski pitched nine years in the minor leagues in the 1950s and โ€™60s, mostly in the Baltimore Orioles organization, without reaching the major leagues. Yet, in that time, he amazed โ€” and terrified โ€” countless hitters with a blazing fastball of astonishing speed.

He was not a big man, only about 5-foot-10 and 175 pounds, but he possessed lightning in his left arm. He had almost a slingshot motion, somewhere between a sidearm and overhand delivery.

Ted Williams, who played against Bob Feller and other fireballers during his Hall of Fame career, was said to havefaced Mr. Dalkowski in one spring training and called him the โ€œfastest ever.โ€ Another major leaguer, Eddie Robinson, swung and missed at 10 pitches before he could make weak contact with one of Mr. Dalkowskiโ€™s fastballs.

โ€œAs 40 years go by, a lot of stories get embellished,โ€ Pat Gillick, Mr. Dalkowksiโ€™s minor league teammate and a Hall of Fame general manager, told Sports Illustrated in 2003. โ€œBut this guy was legit. He had one of those arms that come once in a lifetimeโ€….

The fastest documented fastball in baseball history was thrown by left-hander Aroldis Chapman, currently a relief pitcher for the New York Yankees. Chapman had the speed tattooed on the inside of his left wrist: 105.1 mph.

People who saw Mr. Dalkowski said he threw at least as hard. Radar guns were not in use when Mr. Dalkowski pitched, but his catcher in the Orioles system, Cal Ripken Sr., estimated his fastball was between 110 and 115 mph.

Ripken spent decades in baseball, eventually becoming manager of the Orioles. He saw Sandy Koufax, Goose Gossage and J.R. Richard pitch, and he watched from the third-base coaching box as Nolan Ryan threw fastballs clocked at more than 100 mph.

โ€œSteve Dalkowski was the hardest thrower I ever saw,โ€ Ripken said.

In one game Ripken was catching, he called for a breaking pitch. Mr. Dalkowski missed the sign and threw his fastball instead. It hit the umpire in the mask, breaking it in three places. The umpire was knocked unconscious.

In 1957, when Mr. Dalkowski was 18 and in his first professional season, he tore off part of a batterโ€™s ear with an errant pitch. That batter was Bob Beavers, then in the Dodgers organization.

โ€œThe first pitch was over the backstop. The second pitch was called a strike, I didnโ€™t think it was,โ€ Beavers told the Courant last year. โ€œThe third pitch hit me and knocked me out, so I donโ€™t remember much after that. .โ€‰.โ€‰. I never did play baseball again.โ€

That was Mr. Dalkowskiโ€™s problem throughout his baseball career: He had the best arm in the game, but he could not control his pitches.

In high school, he pitched a no-hitter in which he walked 18 batters and struckout 18. Another time, in an extra-inning minor-league game, he walked 18 hitters and struck out 27 while throwing 283 pitches โ€” far more than a team would allow a pitcher to throw today.

In 1960, when he was with a minor league team in Stockton, Calif., Mr. Dalkowski struck out 262 batters in 170 innings โ€” an astonishing rate of 14 strikeouts per 9 innings. But he also walked 262 batters.

His pitches sometimes flew over backstops and sent spectators ducking for cover. On a dare, he threw a ball over the center field fence โ€” 440 feet away. Another time, he won a bet with teammate Andy Etchebarren and fired a ball through a wooden fence.

He once beaned a mascot with a fastball โ€” a scene depicted in the 1988 baseball movie โ€œBull Durham.โ€ The filmโ€™s screenwriter, Ron Shelton, played in the Orioles minor league system a few years after Mr. Dalkowski, but stories about him were still being told. He based the character of โ€œNukeโ€ LaLoosh, played by Tim Robbins, on Mr. Dalkowski.

โ€œPlaying baseball in Stockton and Bakersfield several years behind Dalko, but increasingly aware of the legend,โ€ Shelton wrote in the Los Angeles Times in 2009, โ€œI would see a figure standing in the dark down the right-field line at old Sam Lynn Park in Oildale, a paper bag in hand. Sometimes heโ€™d come to the clubhouse to beg for money.

โ€œOur manager, Joe Altobelli, would talk to him, give him some change, then come back and report, โ€˜That was Steve Dalkowski.โ€™ And a clubhouse full of cocky, young, testosterone-driven baseball players sat in awe — of the unimaginable gift, the legend, the fallโ€….

Coaches tried everything with Mr. Dalkowski: changing his stance on the mound, his grip on the ball; they asked him to aim high or aim low, to relax as he threw. Nothing worked.
In 1962, Mr. Dalkowski was assigned to the Oriolesโ€™ Class A affiliate in Elmira, N.Y. The manager was a youngย Earl Weaver, who later managed in Baltimore for 17 years and went into the Hall of Fame.

Weaver encouraged Mr. Dalkowski to throw his slider for strikes and not to throw his fastball at full strength every time. When he got to two strikes on an opposing hitter, Weaver would whistle, as a signal for Mr. Dalkowski to bring his best fastball.

โ€œEarl had managed me in Venezuela in winter ball. We got along,โ€ Mr. Dalkowski told the Sun in 2003. โ€œHe handled me with tough love. He told me to run a lot and donโ€™t drink on the night you pitch. Then he gave me the ball and said, โ€˜Good luck.โ€™ โ€

Mr. Dalkowski would go on to have his best season, with an earned run average of 3.04. He had 37 consecutive scoreless innings at one point….

The next year, in spring training, Mr. Dalkowski was fitted for a big league uniform, finally about to realize his dream.

โ€œHe had the team made easily,โ€ Orioles manager Billy Hitchcock told the Sun years later.

But on March 22, 1963, while pitching to the New York Yankees in a spring training game, Mr. Dalkowski felt something snap in his elbow. He was 23.

He tried to come back from the injury, pitching in the minors until 1965, but the lightning was gone. During his minor league career, he won 46 games and lost 80. In 956 innings, he struck out 1,324 batters and walked 1,236.

He never made it to the majors….

After his elbow injury in 1963, Mr. Dalkowski disappeared for years. He became a migrant farmworker in California โ€” and a down-and-out alcoholic.

After failed rehab attempts, Mr. Dalkowskiโ€™s sister brought him back to [Connecticut] in 1994. He spent the rest of his life in an assisted-living facility, within blocks of the high school baseball field where he first found glory….

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If it was a movie, they’d find an upbeat ending. They’d probably use this:

He rose from a wheelchair last year in Los Angeles to throw out a ceremonial first pitch at Dodger Stadium.

We’ve Been Hoping for a Tipping Point

Yet a tipping point, the last straw, will probably never arrive. A number of citizens of this formerly great country will spray disinfectant on their corn flakes before pouring the milk, but President Lysol will stumble and bumble on for nine more months. Nevertheless, it’s encouraging to see the word “resign” appear in a reputable publication, not the feverish musings of a humble blogger.

From Jack Holmes of Esquire:

Of course there are people who will defend him no matter what, but it’s hard not to think that the watching Elite Political Media’s refusal to say what is right in front of them has also aided and abetted the madness. Could he have made it this far without people who are so scared of being accused of Bias or not being Objective that they can’t bring themselves to call a loon a loon? The latest example comes viaย The New York Times…They did not feel they could just say this is dangerous, not to mention fucking crazy.ย … if a guy walked into the lobby of theย New York Timesย building yelling at people to drink bleach, he would be removed from the premises in short order. But when the president does it, we’ve got to check in with the experts to know what an 11-year-old knows….

In fairness, [the] Times story was delivered with some trademark low-key Times humor. But we need to get a little more direct here. Something really has to give. At what point are you misleading your readers by not pointing out that what just happened was fucking crazy, and they’re not crazy to think so? There is a need among some, particularly in Washington, to believe the president is not completely batty. The prospect that he has no idea what he’s doing, and in fact may not be all there, is psychologically difficult for some to grapple with. It’s also scary for some folks to think about just saying what’s in front of them and feeling the backlash from his supporters. So evening-news programs and newspapers spend a lot of time cleaning up what the president says, pruning the overgrown hedges into something vaguely coherent in their reports.

…. When are we going to demand more than a circus from the people in whom we now have so much of our futures invested, willingly or not? We should be calling for this guy to resign on a daily basis. He should be impeached again for gross incompetence. Mike Pence looks like fucking FDR by comparison. Most of the president’s supporters will never hold him to any standard that he might not meet. In fact, they will continually lower the bar to accommodate him, because they have already invested too much of themselves in this to go back. The sunk cost is too high. It’s up to everyone else to plainly say that he should not have this job any longer. We hired him, on a temporary basis, to manage the Executive Branch of our government. He should be fired.

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Note: A spokesman for the governor of Maryland says that after receiving more than 100 calls, the state issued a reminder that “under no circumstances should any disinfectant product be administered into the body through the injection, ingestion or any other route”.ย 

And just think, the 100 people who made those calls are some of the smarter ones.