Smak-O-Matic

By Steve Felson

Volume I, Number 2

January 21, 2001

Don Baylor was Eaten by a Gerbil

 

            Sitting on the floor of Evan Picone’s bedroom in the fall of 1980 rolling dice and flipping tattered orange split cards is one of my fondest childhood memories.  I can still hear the crackling melodies of an overplayed Styx “Paradise Theater” album in the background.  I can still hear the little magnetic men vibrating with delight on the Monday Night Football game we played after baseball season was over.  But the sound that haunts me most is the savage clatter of gnawing and gluttony as Don Baylor was eaten by a gerbil.

Midway through our two-man league’s fall classic, I was taking my Chicago Cubs (trust me, I made a lot of trades) to the Strat-O-Matic Word Series title.  Evan’s Cincinnati Reds hit like a group of graduates from the Mark Belanger School of baseball.  After Baylor had struck out for the millionth time, Evan asked me if I wanted to trade for him…right there in the middle of the game.  No sooner than I requested we wait until the game was over, Evan proclaimed, “That’s it!  Don Baylor, you’re fired!”  Evan hastily opened the cage where his gerbil resided and dangled Baylor’s card in front of the door.  He asked me one more time if I wanted to make a trade.  Like the guy who always dies in those Clint Eastwood movies, my face must have shown an ounce of doubt.  In that moment, Don Baylor’s card became gerbil food.

I made a mental note at this point in time that some people take life, and specifically Strat-O-Matic baseball, way too seriously.  Although I have since lost track of Evan, I have my suspicions that he now works for the post office.  Unfortunately, his spirit lives on in the gamers of the new millennium.  MEMO TO STRAT-O-MATIC PLAYERS EVERYWHERE: THIS IS JUST A GAME!

I have been playing strat-o-matic on and off for 20 years.  For me, the joy is pouring over statistics of past seasons, rooting for players in Sportscenter highlights because I have them on my team, spending hours reading books like “Stats Inc. Player Profiles” in preparation for an upcoming draft and sharing the game with my wife who, admittedly, knows little about Strat-O, but understands that when I say, “Yes!” and she sees the fireworks on the screen that I hit a homer.  The joy, however, also lies in wondering how the heck you could lose 5 in a row at home to a hapless team or how you could have traded Travis Fryman to get Hideki Irabu.  The joy is in the journey, not the result. 

There are many people out there, unfortunately, who just won’t get the preceding paragraph.  After all, I did not speak of championships and victories.  I included no facts on how many home runs a player hit or how my drafting Derek Jeter when he was only in 4th grade helped me win the championship in 1998.  There are many in the Strat community that feel it is there duty to suck the life out of the game by calling meetings and invoking parliamentary procedure to discuss the legalities of ABs or IPs.  There are those who get Strat-O-Matic confused with a game of Risk as they amass armies and allies to sway opinions and forward their own Steinbrenneresque agendas.  To these people, I provide the following wisdom from the movie Stripes…Lighten up, Frances. 

Don’t get me wrong, the comic value of these individuals is immeasurable to the rest of us, but you’ve just got to feel sorry for them.  And yes, I understand the argument that real baseball has its Ty Cobbs whom nobody likes and everybody respects and, ergo, so shall every Strat-O-Matic league.  Of course, if anyone playing Strat-O-Matic could hit .400, they would be playing real baseball.   

I realize I can’t change the masses in one fell swoop.  There have always been curmudgeons and nay Sayers.  There will always be those Oliver Stone wannabees who believe that Super Hal is plotting against him and his team.  But if this article helped just one lonely sole to drop his spoon back into the bowl of Ramen noodles and send out an apology email to the rest of his league, this article was worth it.  In summary, Strat-O-Matic is just a game, play it that way.  Give to your fellow League brothers….because a 1979 Don Baylor card is a terrible thing to waste.

 

 

“Smak-O-Matic” was written and conceived by Steve Felson

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