Saturday was an interesting and exhausting day that included pro football, Civil War, minor league baseball and lots of time on the road but no stopping at the Cracker Barrel, which I love and many people don't. Forget the craft-mama atmosphere. I love their catfish, glazed carrots and slice-o-apple pie.
The day began with me swinging by Redskin Park for a couple of hours of mini-camp and liking what I saw of the Redskins' drafted young receivers and the stern practice run by new coach Jim Zorn. From there I scooted down back highways to the Chancellorsville Battlefield, where Saturday so happened to be the 145th anniversary of the historic battle. There were lots of fun things to do and I saw a fairly ho-hum reenactment. Seriously, all these middle-aged and fat guys (burp) participating in the reenactments is a gut-splitter because a.) they look ridiculous in those outfits with their asses hanging out; and b.) the war was fought primarily by very young men except for the high-ranking officers.
Anyway, after a couple of hours at Chancellorsville I darted down to Richmond for the R-Braves' game against the Louisville Bats. I didn't pick a good night because several of the Bats' regulars were getting a night off and R-Braves starter Charlie Morton is pretty dang good. He pitched seven innings of one-hit, one-run ball, and received a no-decision in the R-Braves' bottom-of-the-ninth 4-3 victory. But Morton dropped his ERA to 2.14 and opponents are hitting just 1.71 off him—yet, he's 1-0 in six starts. He and Adam Harnag should do lunch.
Through all of this I spent batting practice on the field, mingled in the clubhouses and spent much of the game watching Jay Bruce, Paul Janish, Jolbert Cabrera and Chris Dickerson. I also took some photos to share because I'm trying out a new Canon and not sure I like it very much. You be the judges:

The R-Braves play at The Diamond, but not for long. Atlanta owns the franchise and announced earlier this year the team will move to a new facility in Gwinnett County, Georgia, ending an association with Richmond dating to 1966, when the Braves moved to Atlanta from Milwaukee. The Diamond was built in 1985 but looks older than Riverfront, which, as you know, is dead. Atlanta finally gave up trying to get a new facility from the city and control-freak Mayor Douglas Wilder, the former Virginia governor who has an authority complex. He likes being boss. A lot. Word in the pressbox was Richmond is in a twist for getting a new team. Minor League Baseball is meeting with the city this week. There's no chance of another Class AAA club. There are options in Class AA and Class A, but a lot will depend on getting a new stadium built. The Diamond is a 12,134-seat dumphole, but you are right on top of the game. Only 2,544 paid Saturday night, probably because a 12-ounce cup of beer is $6 and a large soft drink $4. The Mariners and Royals have cheaper beer, and six teams have cheaper soda.

Hey there's Homer Bailey charting the game. Sunday starter Justin Lehr is next to him charting, too. Homer had quite a few interruptions to sign autographs during the game but declined them all. Can't blame him. Sign one, gotta sign a thousand. Funny thing was, Homer was reading a bow hunting magazine between innings. Homer is 6-4 and the leanest 205 you ever saw. I think that weight is a stretch. He looks more like 190. He's also got peggish legs, which makes me wonder how he will handle the weight when he fills out. But perhaps adding a little weight will help his endurance.

Jay Bruce, everyone's anointed savior. Man, he's got a gorgeous swing. Balanced, compact, easy. He didn't have a good night because Charlie Morton pitched him brilliantly by keeping the ball low and in. Bruce only got a couple of pitches to do anything with—in his third AB—and fouled them off. He wore an 0-fer for the night and is in a small skid. Someone in the clubhouse whispered they believe Bruce is putting pressure on himself to get called up. Bruce admits to watching the Reds' box scores each night and following the big league club closely. He's extremely itchy to get called up.

I've never really gotten into minor league ball. I understand the importance and entertainment value. I do like the ballparks and the gimmicks. It's a great place for kids. Of course, minors parks are all about promotions and one they have at The Diamond is sensational: each "fowl" pole is sponsored by Chick-Fil-A. Hit the pole and everyone gets a free sandwich. Last year, a player for the R-Braves knocked the "F" off the pole in left, leaving the obvious declaration, "Eat More Owl." People screamed in laughter. The player took the letter "F" home as a keepsake. Note the cows leaning just over the left field wall. Those bovines are in play.

A good sprinkling of Reds fans were on hand, especially on the visitors side of the field. I talked to one guy who was a little upset that almost none of the Bats came over and signed autographs or gave fans a chance to take their pictures. Like the R-Braves, everyone wanted to get into the clubhouse and watch the Kentucky Derby. If for no other reason, the minors clubhouses should be incentive for players to get to the majors. No joke: the master bedrooom for Ms. R and her pissy li'l dog is almost as big as the clubhouses at The Diamond. And there was Jolbert Cabrera, Andy Phillips, Jim Brower, Gary Majewski and a couple of others—guys with big-league experience—crunched into their dressing spaces, eating a club sandwich on croissant instead of a big-league spread. Todd Coffey, who six days before, was in the major leagues, stayed pretty much in the trainer's room. He had room to eat back there. And there's not a more solemn-looking guy than the Majik Man. Cleanly shaven, sitting in his tight little cubicle, saying nothing, just watching and eating. No expression. Given injuries, being traded, the death of his stepsister and his recent career path, it's been a very tough two years for the Majik Man. Ms. R would say a hug and prayer to one of the saints would do him wonders.

Rick Sweet is the Bats manager and he's a great quote and a very good minors manager. He knows how to handle people. But he wasn't too happy this night. Chris Dickerson got picked off first in a weird play in which the first baseman made a wild scoop of a pickoff attempt, then faked out Dickerson as if the ball had gotten by. Sweet's expression after that play was priceless. He was really upset with a call at third in the eighth when the Bats had the go-ahead run going from second to third. The ball was batted to third, where the defender made a stab and diving lunge to get the Bats runner to end the inning. He looked safe, but then, I was trying to figure out some feature on the new camera that apparently doesn't exist. I think it's called "focusing the image."
Sweet had to laugh with everyone else in the fourth or fifth when Drew Anderson was batting and Ryan Hanigan was on-deck. Anderson, who bats lefty, hit a screamer that almost took off Hanigan's head. Okay, now Hanigan is awake. And I'll be damned if Anderson didn't hit another one that was almost in the exact same spot. Hanigan, looking a bit wide-eyed, walked back into the safety of the dugout steps, drawing applause and smiles. Anderson then hit two long fouls in almost the exact spot down the left field line. Unreal.

Adam Pettyjohn pitched a really nice game, having a three-run burp in the fourth. I stole a few peeks at a gun being used by a scout and I never saw Pettyjohn get above 86 in eight pitches. He's 31 and has exactly one big-league game, for the Tigers in 2001. He throws really slow, as you can see in the photo below because my new camera was actually able to catch the ball in-flight. Yay! Pay this kinda cake for a camera you expect the sports setting to be able to stop the action. Apparently not. Maybe the user is a dope. Probably.


There's our old friend Chris Chambliss, now first base coach for the R-Braves. One day you're the Reds' batting coach, the next day you're fired and in the minors, and the following day your successor with the Reds, Brook Jacoby, is on the verge of also being fired. Offensive ineptitude is not a sympton but a disease. Yep, that's original.
Also ran into journeyman catcher Sal Fasano in the R-Braves clubhouse. Sal is one of the greatest guys in the history of the game. You won't find anyone who doesn't like him or respect him or root for him. The minors kids worship Sal. He's played for nine big league teams and about every organization in the minors. God, he tells great stories and he's a very interesting guy. At age 37, Sal is talking about going back to school to be a paleontologist. But most everyone believes he's going to be a very, very good coach or manager. He has a huge fan following, too. I joked with Sal that he was looking lumpy; he said I was looking old. Love the guy.

That's Drew Anderson safe at second, a call no one on the R-Braves agreed with. Of course, they didn't. Look closely but the shortstop is clearly on the follow-through of the swipe tag. You'd probably like a little closer angle. Yeah, good luck with that on this night.
Good place to point out that Paul Janish is a major-league defensive shortstop TODAY. Right now. We've seen the flashes in spring training and he made two plays this night that Jeff Keppinger has neither the arm nor quickness to complete. I was also surprised by Janish's upper-body build. He's got that young Nomar V-shape with broad, strong shoulders and big pipes, but small hips. He's also hitting a little thus far this season and I'd guess he's the call-up if something happens to Keppinger. Dude can flat out pick it.

Jolbert Cabrera is outloud hilarious but he wasn't too amused by the umpiring this night. Here, Cabrera and Rick Sweet lose an argument with the umpire on a called strike three that didn't appear to be a strike. Cabrera was robbed of an infield hit earlier. He's hitting just .240, hasn't been in the big leagues since 2004 and he's 35 years old. After a promising spring training, his window for getting recalled might be closing.

The minors and mascots. Sheeesh. You have so few good ones. Here's Diamond Duck, which amazingly has absolutely nothing to do with Braves. Here the duck carries a 2-year-old around the bases. Cute, but not nearly as funny as Dizzy Bat, which never fails to draw a laugh. There's just something about people falling down that is funny.

And finally, the above picture is from the Chancellorsville Battlefield, where Gen. Robert E. Lee reached the high-water mark of his career. The campaign the Confederates conducted here defies logic on many levels and is a fascinating study. Read Stephen Sears' "Chancellorsville." But something happened on the spot where the X is placed that many historians believe changed the course of this country forever. There's no historical marker at this spot and I had to ask a Park Ranger to show me the exact location. Do you know what happened here?






