July 12, 2007

WHERE'S CAPTAIN OZONE WHEN WE REALLY NEED HIM?:

Balmy Weather May Bench a Baseball Staple (MONICA DAVEY, 7/11/07, NY Times)

Careers at stake with each swing, baseball players leave little to sport when it comes to their bats. They weigh them. They count their grains. They talk to them.

But in towns like this one, in the heart of the mountain forests that supply the nation’s finest baseball bats, the future of the ash tree is in doubt because of a killer beetle and a warming climate, and with it, the complicated relationship of the baseball player to his bat.

“No more ash?” said Juan Uribe, a Chicago White Sox shortstop, whose batting coach says he speaks to his ash bats every day. Uribe is so finicky about his bats, teammates say, that he stores them separately in the team’s dugout and complains bitterly if anyone else touches them.


Okay, now Global Warning has gone too far.

Posted by Orrin Judd at July 12, 2007 12:51 PM
Comments

Global warming back in the 13-1500's created the wood that Guarnerius and Stradivarius used to make violins. If it means you must import bats from Canada and we can start making beautiful violins again, then we have proof of God's intervention!

Posted by: Randall Voth at July 13, 2007 12:00 AM
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