My new Heroes

I became a fan of the New York Yankees because my dad grew up following them and they were once the parent club of my hometown team, the Birmingham Barons.

Scott Adamson’s sports column appears whenever he feels sporty. Follow him on Twitter @adamsonsl and Instagram @adamsons60

I started cheering for the Chicago Cubs because I loved their logo and thought Ernie Banks hung the moon.

And today, I’m all in with a Korea Baseball Organization team based in Seoul because, well, now is the time for heroes.

Specifically, now is the time for the Kiwoom Heroes.

Fans starved for live action sports finally got a taste early Tuesday morning when ESPN began broadcasting KBO League baseball. The network recently struck a deal to televise six live games per week.

With other sports still sidelined by the COVID-19 pandemic, KBO is back in action with safety precautions that include no fans in the stands, umpires wearing masks, and as much social distancing as possible among the players.

“During this unprecedented and difficult time, I hope the KBO League can bring consolation to the communities and provide guidelines to the world of sports,” Un-Chan Chung, Commissioner of the Korea Baseball Organization, said in a statement. “I am pleased that the KBO League can be introduced globally and hope this can be an opportunity for the development of our league and the sport.”

The circuit – founded in 1982 – features 10 clubs. Aside from the Heroes, there are the Doosan Bears, Hanwha Eagles, KIA Tigers, KT Wiz, LG Twins, Lotte Giants, NC Dinos, Samsung Lions and SK Wyverns.

Truthfully, I never gave the KBO a passing thought until I learned that – for the foreseeable future – it would be the only game in town. Apart from Major League Baseball and minor leagues across the country, the lone international league I paid any attention to was Nippon Professional Baseball in Japan.

And really, baseball had started to slip down my personal sports hierarchy the last couple of years anyway; I mostly ignored big league games last year and college ball has never particularly interested me.

But around January that ol’ tingle returned. I decided I was going to fall back in love with the game, and couldn’t wait for opening day.

Turns out I had to wait – and still am when it comes to the big leagues.

But the KBO is filling the void, while also introducing me to an alternative league. It’s pro baseball, and a different kind than I’m used to.

When it came down to choosing my side I picked the Heroes over the Wyverns and Dinos. Dragons and dinosaurs are two of my favorite things, but the world can always use a few Heroes and I figure it can use at least one more Heroes fan.

It’ll take a while to familiarize myself with the players, but first baseman and DH Byung-ho Park (who played 62 games with the Minnesota Twins back in 2016) got my attention with a three-hit, 2 RBI performance in an 11-2, season-opening victory over KIA. He also blasted a home run in the rout.

Six pitchers combined for the win, which is a stat a little too much like midweek college baseball for my taste but something I can learn to live with.

This morning former Cubs pitcher Eric Jokisch went five innings for the Heroes in a 3-2 win over the Tigers.

And what have I learned about the league?

The most interesting thing is that unlike American baseball, games can end in ties.

If, for example, the Heroes and Bears are deadlocked at 6-6 after 12 innings, that’s the final score. (In the postseason, games last no longer than 15 innings).

Also, the designated hitter rule is always in play, so you’ll never get to see a pitcher take three awkward cuts before sitting down.

Of course if Major League Baseball gets up and running and salvages at least some of the 2020 season, many of the KBO’s new American fans will quickly forget about their summer romance. It would be silly to think otherwise.

But for someone like me who didn’t know how much he’d miss baseball until it was gone, the KBO – and Kiwoom Heroes – will always hold a special place in my heart.

And I want to publicly thank them for stepping up to the plate.

The Google Machine wants me to date

Funny story – funny in the sense that the sentient robots who run the Google Machine are now trying to play matchmaker for me.

Scott Adamson’s humor column appears whenever he has a funny feeling. Follow him on Twitter @adamsonsl and Instagram @adamsons60

If you read anything I write, you probably already know I’m big into sports history. This requires doing a good deal of research, and being a native of Birmingham, Alabama, means a lot of what I’m looking for involves sports related to my hometown.

Legion Field is the venerable football stadium there; it opened in 1927 and is still in use today. Like most stadiums it has a nickname, and one of them is “The Old Gray Lady.” It’s located on Graymont Avenue in Birmingham, so the nick is clever – especially now that it’s 93 years old.

Well, apparently during one of my research days I Googled “The Old Gray Lady” and the next thing I know I’m getting emails and pop-up advertisements for senior dating sites.

First it was “Silver Singles” and then “Real Mature Singles” and they were followed by several others that I’m simply afraid to click on. Let’s face it – “Find naughty grannies in your area” would take me down a rabbit hole I might never escape.

Before I go any further, let me state that I’m happily married and not looking to date anyone other than my wife.

Doing so would be rude.

But the emails have targeted me correctly in terms of my age.

Although I’ve never taken a deep dive into services such as eHarmony or Match.com, I assume their primary audience consists of people who skew much younger than I do.

Many of them have never used rotary telephones, never watched “The F.B.I.” starring Efrem Zimbalist, Jr., and never dined on ‘”TV dinners” consisting of congealed leather, instant mashed potatoes and pea-like orbs wrapped in aluminum foil and cooked for 45 to 50 minutes in a conventional oven.

All of these are familiar to me and – I assume – familiar to the women who use Silver Singles, Real Mature Singles, etc.

Oh, the things we could talk about …

“Hey, do you remember those TV dinners we used to eat?”

“I do! I’d usually eat them while watching ‘The FBI,’ starring Efrem Zimbalist, Jr.”

“I’d eat mine while talking on the rotary phone.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Well, goodnight.”

(Since we’re older, we’d cut to the chase and end the date early because we’d need to get home and take our pills).

Anyway, during the first wave of these emails I did open a few of them simply out of curiosity. One, for example, is designed for people who are over 50 but “young at heart.”

I’ve never really understood what that even means. I like music and movies that appeal to people much younger than me, but I don’t like pea carrot spinach mush served from a glass jar or baby formula, which appeals to people much, much younger than me.

It did, however, show photos of couples who found their later-in-life soul mates through the service. None of these people looked 50. None even looked 40.

If I’m gonna date someone who is at least 50, I want to see a few gray hairs and wrinkles. I also wouldn’t mind a faded, bluish “Keep On Truckin’” tattoo on the calf of their left leg, but that’s really more of a personal kink and not necessarily a deal-breaker.

Another guarantees the singles on their site are “at least 50 years young.”

None of those 48 or 49-year old posers here – these folks are half a hundred if they’re a damn day. I noticed there was no age maximum, though. So I guess it would be possible for a 75-year old to hook up with a 50-year old, which would be a May-December romance – or probably closer to a November and April of next year kinda thing.

And a third promotes an “old-fashioned romance for old-fashioned people.”

Again, I’m not certain what their definition of “old-fashioned” is.

Do the women not vote? Do the men smoke unfiltered Lucky Strikes? During their first meeting at a restaurant do they have to report other diners who they believe to be sympathetic to the Communist Party?

Fortunately, I don’t know and don’t have to find out. Regardless of what my search engine suggests, when I put in the words “gray” and “lady” it has nothing to do with dating.

Hopefully these emails and ads will soon run their course and I won’t have to spend so much time weeding them out while studying sports history. As a matter of fact, I’m currently working on a piece about international soccer and researching the Swiss club BSC Young Boys.

Googling “Young Boys” shouldn’t cause any problems for me …

My sports ‘firsts’

With no live sports taking place due to the pandemic, all we can do is eye a future when they return and relive great moments from their past.

Scott Adamson’s sports column appears whenever he feels sporty. Follow him on Twitter @adamsonsl and Instagram @adamsons60

ESPN has reminded us how cathartic looking back can be thanks to its “The Last Dance” mini-series documentary. And aside from that, I haven’t been shy about jumping on YouTube and finding old clashes from the North American Soccer League and United States Football League.

Sometimes when you watch these events, you realize just how many details you’ve forgotten over time.

Anyway, all this has prompted me to do a lot of thinking (and a little research) and recall the first times I saw sporting events live. Turns out it was a fun mental exercise, and I highly recommend it.

Obviously there are some that I can’t pinpoint; the first times I saw college baseball and college soccer were when I was a student at UAB, but I don’t remember specific dates. However, there are other firsts that really stand out.

So even though I don’t expect you to care about my fan milestones, maybe this will at least inspire you to take a stroll down your own lane of memories.

Here are mine – presented in chronological order:

College Football

Virginia Tech vs. Alabama (September 19, 1970, at Legion Field).

When I woke up that morning I thought my dad was taking me to see Jacksonville State vs. Samford at Seibert Stadium, which was very exciting for me since I’d never been to a college football game. In fact, the only live football games I’d seen were the ones I played in as a member of the L.M. Smith elementary school YMCA league team.

You can imagine my disappointment when he came to my room about an hour before we were supposed to leave and told me we weren’t going.

Ah, but it was a trick play.

Before I could reach the eye watering, lip trembling stage, he produced tickets to the Alabama-Virginia Tech game, set for that night at Legion Field.

Alabama won, 51-18, but I don’t remember details – just feelings. And sitting in a football cathedral with my dad made me feel like I was the luckiest kid who ever lived.

Pro football

Southern California Sun at Birmingham Americans (July 10, 1974, at Legion Field).

I was a big pro football fan and the New York Jets were my favorite team. That all changed on a hot night in Birmingham when the World Football League debuted.

Sitting between my dad and brother, I watched the Americans take an 11-7 victory over the visitors and could finally brag that I had seen a professional football game live and in person.

It also led to an obsession with the WFL that remains today.

Pro Baseball

Oakland A’s at Birmingham A’s (March 15, 1975, at Rickwood Field).

OK, I’m cheating a bit here. The American League team and defending World champions were slated to play their Southern League farm club on this night, which was to be the first time I had ever watched a live game involving a major or minor league team. But lightning knocked out a bank of lights at the stadium, and inclement weather prevented the game from being played.

But, I got second baseman Phil Garner’s autograph, watched Reggie Jackson and Billy Williams take BP, and saw Vida Blue throw some pitches, so I’m counting it.

*Technically the first pro baseball game I saw was on April 14, 1981, when the Birmingham Barons defeated the Jacksonville Suns, 6-5, at Rickwood Field.

Pro Hockey

Atlanta Flames at Birmingham Bulls (September 21, 1976, at the Birmingham-Jefferson Civic Center Coliseum).

Once I found out the World Hockey Association’s Toronto franchise was relocating to Birmingham, I read anything and everything I could about ice hockey. And my, oh, my, did this game get me hooked.

Taking on the National Hockey League Flames at the brand new Civic Center, the Bulls’ Mark Napier (already a star at age 19) scored a hat trick – his last goal coming with 46 seconds left in sudden death – to give Birmingham a 7-6 victory.

It was just an exhibition game but it made me realize what a glorious sport this was.

College Basketball

Western Michigan vs. Alabama (December 28, 1976, at the Birmingham-Jefferson Civic Center Coliseum).

I first got interested in college hoops when Pete Maravich played at LSU, but my exposure to the game was confined to watching it on TV.

But my brother gave me an early birthday present and took me to see undefeated and No. 4-ranked Alabama play Western Michigan in the first basketball game ever staged at the Civic Center.

I was part of a sellout crowd that watched the Crimson Tide take an 83-74 victory.

Pro Basketball

Stroh’s Roundball Classic (July 9, 1983, at the Birmingham-Jefferson Civic Center Coliseum).

Here’s another case where I’m blurring the lines. The Stroh’s Roundball Classic was basically just a summer tour of NBA players who played defense-free exhibition games across the country. The stop they made in Birmingham featured stars like Magic Johnson, Isiah Thomas and Dominique Wilkins.

The cool part for me is that I was covering the game for my college newspaper (the Kaleidoscope) and got to interview Johnson.

I can’t recall who won (not that it mattered), but the winning team scored 182 points and Wilkins had at least 20 thunderous dunks.

Pro Soccer

New Orleans Riverboat Gamblers at Birmingham Grasshoppers SC (June 6, 1993, at Birmingham-Southern College).

Birmingham fielded a team in the United States Interregional Soccer League (which evolved into what is now known as the United Soccer League) in the early 1990s, and that gave me a chance to support my hometown club.

It was composed mostly of Birmingham-Southern players and it really wasn’t professional, but since it grew into a league that is, I decided to grandfather it in and define it as “pro” soccer. In an effort to spark my nephew’s interest in the Beautiful Game, I took him to see the Gamblers and Grasshoppers mix it up on a brutally hot Sunday afternoon.

New Orleans scored a 2-1 victory.

Welp, that’s all I got. Now it’s your turn …