Part of the charm of baseball for me are its mythic elements, the stories that captured my imagination as a kid. For instance, Babe Ruth allegedly pointing to the centerfield fence to call his home run. Or Satchel Paige supposedly throwing strikes using a single gum wrapper laid on home plate as the strike zone. Willie Mays’ fabled but very real over the shoulder catch. And Jackie Robinson stealing home in the World Series. Too many more to mention here.
This year has brought a player who may enter into that pantheon of mythic baseball lore. Rookie Aaron Judge of the Yankees combines a physique that seems right out of tall tales with Paul Bunyan size and strength. He’s 6′ 8″ tall and weighs in the 275 pound range, the largest player by sheer body mass to ever play the game. But it is not a lumbering, heavy mass. He is athletic and quick with a powerful and accurate throwing arm.
But it is his potent bat that has made him the big news of NY and the rest of the major leagues. He leads the American League in home runs, runs batted in, runs, batting average and walks.
All are amazing stats but it is the way in which he strikes his homers that has thrilled the crowds and made his every at bat must see viewing. His pregame batting practices are already legendary with balls flying to the deepest parts of the park where they have scattered bartenders and shattered television screens. The excitement has people coming to the games wearing costume powdered wigs and he even has a section of the stands named in his honor– the Judge’s Chambers.
He hits the ball with incredible power and the crack of the bat is startlingly sharp, with a thunderclap to it unlike almost any other player. His home runs leave the park at ultra high velocity and go ridiculous distances. Yesterday, he hit a ball at Yankee Stadium close to 500 foot that had the other players as well as the announcers in sheer awe. He is simply hitting balls to places where they have never been hit before, even in batting practice. As Paul O’Neill said, it’s like he’s a big man playing in a Little League field.
I have to say that he has ignited that excitement in the game that I had as a kid where every game, every at bat has the possibility of the amazing or the transcendent taking place. Something that would tie your experience of it to the great myths of the game.
Now, the realistic part of me, that awful adult part, knows that the odds are that someday soon this torrid pace may slow and he will return to the ranks of the merely good ball players. Baseball is a humbling game for players and fans alike. But for know, Aaron Judge is playing the game like he’s in a comic book, like he’s King Kong swinging Thor’s Hammer at the plate. And that makes this middle-aged boy very happy. It’s a great diversion away from these troubling times.
Whenever he comes to the plate, I always think of this song from the 60’s. It was a minor hit in 1968 from Motown’s Shorty Long, who died the following year in a boating accident. I was just a kid at the time, idolizing Cardinal pitcher Bob Gibson, himself a mythic character, but I remember this song well. Can’t go wrong here, Motown soul with the Funk Brothers laying down a great backing track. Courts in session, here come the Judge…
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The TV show “Laugh-in” had a “meme” with the intro to this and Sammy Davis Junior, which is where I knew it from. Never knew there was a song attached to it, but it makes more sense now. Back then, I thought it was just some nonsense they made up. There was a Pigmeat Markham version too. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRS62nccwmw
I loved the Laugh-In” bit when I was a kid with Sammy Davis in wig and robe swinging his arms and chanting ” here come da judge.” That’s probably why the song stuck with me for so long. I wasn’t aware of the Pigmeat Markham version until a few weeks ago but found it really interesting with its early stage rapping and his gravelly voice.
My Dad raised me on Mickey Mantle, who was big and all muscles. Mick would always deflect praise toward his teammates.
We went to Cooperstown when I was small and I saw Mickey Mantle walk into Doubleday Field. Pushed forward to the front of the line, I remember the sound of cleats on pavement and huge thighs.
Perhaps Dad’s favorite player was Derek Jeter, who also will make the Hall Of Fame, and always deflected praise. Dad was frail when we saw Jeter (on tv) have that great day when he got his 3000th hit.
Dad would have loved this kid’s excellence and humility.
Dad’s gone now 5 years, but this kid, Aaron Judge, seems to have the best qualities of both Mantle and Jeter. Muscles and deference.
I know baseball fans sometimes imagine great things on scant evidence. And I know he’s only played a couple of months. But from listening to him deflect praise, and watching those near 500 ft home runs I know tonight that as Dad is watching down from, yes, Doubleday Field in the sky, and for however long it lasts, as long as Aaron Judge is playing baseball, I know that he is Dad’s favorite player.
What a great recollection. I wouldn’t be surprised, without knowing a thing about your father, that Judge would please him. I forgot to mention in the post his humble demeanor and the fact that, size aside, he seems like a 14 year old kid who is just happy to be playing the game. And that aspect attractive to fans of the game. I hope I can go through the next decade continually being awed and impressed.