WELCOME to the debut of “The Truth Is!”, a blog of reporting and commentary that aims to be informative, thoughtful and provocative. At least initially, the blog will have a strong heartland flavor by virtue of the connection of a number of us to Cowles family journalism. I am former editor of the Des Moines Register’s opinion pages. Another contributor, Michael Gartner, is former editor of the paper; he later served as president of NBC News. Another former Register editor who has agreed to contribute, Geneva Overholser, is director of the University of Southern California’s Annenberg school of journalism. Followers of the blog will have access also to the work of Herbert Strentz of Des Moines, a close Register and other newspaper watcher who once headed Drake University’s journalism school. Bill Leonard, a longtime Register editorial writer, will add insights.

“The Truth Is!” will be supervised by my daughter, Marcia Wolff, a communications lawyer for 20 years with Arnold and Porter (Washington, D.C.). Invaluable technical assistance in assembling and maintaining the blog is provided by my grandsons Julian Cranberg, a college first-year, and Daniel Wolff, a high school senior.

If you detect a whiff of nepotism in this operation, so be it. All of it is strictly a labor of love. —Gil Cranberg

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Gilbert Cranberg: A DAY AT THE BALLPARK

The Tampa Bay Rays recently swept a four game series from the New York Yankees and thereby crept closer to a wild-card spot in the American League playoffs. Don’t ask me to explain the wild-card. Suffice it to say that it’s a way for teams with pretty good records who don't finish first to have a shot at winning it all.

The Rays outpitched and outhit the Yanks and generally outplayed them. The only category in which the Yanks excelled was spending. New York outspent the Rays $203 million to $57 million for player salaries. The Yanks may also have been outsmarted. The director of baseball operations for the Rays, Chaim Bloom, is a Yale graduate. He majored in Latin. I heard him speak not long ago. He was articulate, knowledgeable and impressive. Can an Ivy League education translate to World Series success? We may soon see.

The Rays play in Tropicana Field, a domed stadium. It’s a reasonably nice place. From a distance it looks lopsided. Although the Rays field competitive teams, attendance is sparse. The really valuable thing that owners have is the franchise. Cities that covet Big League Baseball have to be eyeing the Tampa Bay Rays to relocate them. The Rays organization has shown that it knows how to develop baseball talent. That makes it an especially inviting target.

St. Petersburg, where the team actually plays, is hot and humid. You don’t notice it in the ballpark. The air conditioning keeps things comfortable. All in all, it’s a pleasant place to spend a few hours, especially when the team is winning, as it usually is.

The last time I watched the Yankees play, in the Bronx, it was an ordeal. I spent most of my time passing containers of beer to very thirsty customers. After a while, they turned loud and obnoxious and mean. I hadn’t heard language like that since I was in a military barracks. Most of the vituperation was directed at the Yankees. The fans seemed to resent the players’ fat paychecks, which may have been fattened to compensate them for putting up with all the abuse. Ironically, the more New York fans vented the more they justified the salaries they resented, and so on.

A day at the ballpark in the Bronx is something to endure. In Tampa-St. Pete, it’s something to enjoy.

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