Cap Anson was a racist
Sam McDowell, a hopeless drunk
And except for one no hitter
Bo Belinsky mostly stunk
John Rocker was a dumb ass
Ty Cobb was filled with bile
Samy Sosa had his cork
Joe Niekro had his file
Yeah, it’s on file
But someone loved them all
Someone loved them all
’Cause they played baseball
Dick Allen had detractors
Matt Stairs, his ups and downs
Ron Leflore had Jackson State
St. Louis had the Browns
Durocher had his lip
And Bob Welch his grapey wine
Piniella had his temper
Mendoza had his line
Oh, and it’s a fine line
But someone loved them all
Someone loved them all
’Cause they played baseball
Yeah, we cheered for them all
We cheered for them all
’Cause they played baseball
Scott Spiezio went psycho
Milton Bradley couldn’t take the stress
LaMarr Hoyt was a coke dealer
Poor Steve Howe was just a mess
And Barry Bonds had a swollen head
Cesar CedeƱo may have killed
When Jose Canseco reached deck 5
I admit to being thrilled
Brooklyn called their own team The Bums
Mantle had his bum knees
The White Sox threw the Series
Lou Gehrig got his own disease
His own dang disease
And we cheered for them all
We cheered for them all
’Cause they played baseball
Now Mark Reynolds has his strikeouts
Delmon Young could be a boor
Ryan Braun’s confessing
And A-Rod, well he’s a, he thinks he’s a centaur
No need to idolize them
Or cut them too much slack
You take the bad times with the best
And keep on coming back
I’ll keep coming back
But someone loved them all
Someone loved them all
’Cause they played baseball
Yeah, we cheered for them all
We cheered for them all
’Cause they played baseball
--"They Played Baseball" words and music by Scott McCaughey, copyright 2014
To hear the catchy tune that accompanies these lyrics on The Baseball Project album, 3rd, click on:
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Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Saturday, June 27, 2015
A belated birthday wish for a friend
More than 30 years after we had last spoke, the sound of his voice brought a big smile to my face. And, joy to my heart.
"This is he," is what the voice said when I asked if he was the same Kevin Chisolm who went to grade school with me in New York during the mid-1960s. We proceeded to speak about the stations our lives had passed through since we last got together. It was as if we were reconnecting after almost 33 days, or 33 weeks, not almost 33 years.
We agreed to get together a few weeks later, in the same neighboorhood in which we both grew up. I met his family and he met mine, which included a son who I named in fond memory of my childhood friend. We visited our playgrounds and walked past the apartment buildings in which we previously lived. When we stopped at the very spot in which he taught me how to play baseball, he astonished me by pulling out of his pocket a self-portrait I had sketched and mailed him shortly after moving to New Jersey while we were in sixth grade.
It was as if an old friendship had been rekindled. In truth, it was more like the continuation of a young friendship that had been interrupted by the nature of life in the pre-Internet age, when frequent phone calls to a different area code were beyond the means of most people.
In the 12 years since our reunion, Kevin and I have stayed in regular contact. We've met for coffee several times, enjoyed a few basketball games, a concert, and taken a ferry ride to a baseball game. We hooked up at a reunion of former classmates at St. Paul the Apostle School. Our families have gotten together for visits. Mostly, we've spoken on the phone about the ups and downs of our lives, his happy times and challenges and mine.
I learned that while I was completing my high school and college studies in New Jersey, he was doing the same in the Bronx and Maine, respectively. As I was launching my communication career, he was starting his career in biology in New York City. He was also acting on television daytime dramas and in commercials. I married and raised a family in New Jersey. Several years later, he did the same. In hindsight, our paths were destined to converge again. Fortunately, our friendship has stayed on track as our careers have taken a few twists and turns and lives have gone through some other changes.
Just as he was a positive part of my life during our grade school years, his thoughtfulness, ambition, patience and positive outlook are an inspiration for me today. His focus on being present in the moment, free from distraction, while we're together is refreshing in this age of smartphones (and watches). After we talk, even about some difficult topics, I feel a better person.
A day after his birthday, I thank Kevin for his good friendship -- before and after its 33-year break -- and wish him many more years of happiness and health.
A day after his birthday, I thank Kevin for his good friendship -- before and after its 33-year break -- and wish him many more years of happiness and health.
Saturday, May 30, 2015
A needed alternative to FIFA
Let's hope sports historians will look back at this week as the beginning of the end of FIFA, the organized crime family that has ruled global soccer competitions for decades. As if the arrests of some of its members on Wednesday wasn't sufficient evidence of how institutionalized corruption is within FIFA, the re-election of Sepp Blatter to a fifth term as president on Friday proves the organization can't be salvaged.
Now is the perfect time for major soccer powers around the world to withdraw from FIFA. Germany, Argentina, Holland, Brazil, Spain, Italy, France, England and other countries -- including the United States -- should pull out of the qualifying rounds for the 2018 World Cup and organize their own tournament for 2017.
By withdrawing now, these countries will once and for all destroy whatever legitimacy FIFA retains after this week's events. The 2018 World Cup, cynically awarded to a country, Russia, where racism in soccer stadiums is among the worst in the world while FIFA was launching an anti-racism campaign, would be a shell of a competition without the top teams. Major sponsors would pull their support, further making the tournament a huge money loser.
Bankrupt by no longer having its World Cup piggy bank, FIFA would implode. The 2022 World Cup, its hosting rights sold to Qatar by corrupt FIFA executives, would never happen. The slave laborers building the 2022 World Cup infrastructure in Qatar would be liberated.
Among the leaders who can help organize an alternative international championship tournament and governing body is Sunil Gulati, head of the United States Soccer Federation. A bright and fair man not tainted by FIFA, Gulati nominated the opponent to Blatter this past winter and was among the 73 country soccer heads who voted against Blatter's re-election on Friday. Along with major soccer powers, some of these 73 countries may jump at the chance to be part of an alternative to FIFA.
FIFA must be dismantled. It needs to be stripped of its power. Hopefully, when this happens, lovers of the beautiful game around the world will commemorate this week's events as the start of an era when soccer got rid of the relic known as FIFA.
Sunil Gulati with Charley Bruns, February 2015
(Deflated soccer ball photo from korifaeusmagazine.files.wordpress.com)
Sunil Gulati with Charley Bruns, February 2015
(Deflated soccer ball photo from korifaeusmagazine.files.wordpress.com)
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Monday, May 18, 2015
100 years ago. 100 years from now?
A hundred years ago, the three most popular spectator sports in the U.S. were horse racing, boxing and baseball. Although college football was played, it would be another seven years before the National Football League was founded. The National Hockey League wasn't launched until 1917, and the National Basketball Association not until 1949. The first significant professional U.S. soccer league wasn't established until 1921.
What were some of the major sports highlights of 1915?
The Boston Red Sox won the World Series by beating the Philadelphia Phillies, four games to one. A 20-year-old rookie pitcher named Babe Ruth led the team with four home runs in 42 games. More importantly, he won 18 games and lost only eight on the mound, completing 16 of the 28 games he started. He sat on the bench during the World Series, however, going hitless in one plate appearance and never setting foot on the mound.
Jack Johnson, the first black world heavyweight champion, lost his title to Jess Willard on a 100-degree spring day in Havana, Cuba. Johnson said he threw the fight in the 26th round, others felt age and heat finally got to his 37-year-old body. Many boxing experts felt the fight was indeed fixed, which was not uncommon at the time.
There was no triple crown winner in horse racing in 1915, but it was the only year that fillies won two of three legs. Regret won the Kentucky Derby and Rhine Maiden won the Preakness Stakes, but neither filly competed in that year's Belmont Stakes, in which The Finn earned the lowest winner's share in the race's history, only $1,825.
No one could listen to these big events on radio, which wouldn't begin broadcasting sports for five more years. Only those fortunate enough to have an admission ticket could experience them live. Otherwise, bulletins posted in public or word-of-mouth is how news about them spread until the next newspapers were published or news reels screened in movie theaters.
Television wouldn't begin broadcasting sports events until the late 1930s, when hardly anyone had access to TVs, anyway. The World Wide Web wasn't a source of news until the early 1990s, believe it or not. Periscope, the social media app used by many to watch this month's Floyd Mayweather, Jr. versus Manny Pacquiao fight, was launched just this spring!
No one could listen to these big events on radio, which wouldn't begin broadcasting sports for five more years. Only those fortunate enough to have an admission ticket could experience them live. Otherwise, bulletins posted in public or word-of-mouth is how news about them spread until the next newspapers were published or news reels screened in movie theaters.
Television wouldn't begin broadcasting sports events until the late 1930s, when hardly anyone had access to TVs, anyway. The World Wide Web wasn't a source of news until the early 1990s, believe it or not. Periscope, the social media app used by many to watch this month's Floyd Mayweather, Jr. versus Manny Pacquiao fight, was launched just this spring!
Although baseball remains popular today, few would argue that football, boosted by the rise in televised games during the 1960s and 1970s, commands greater attention from most sports fans in the country. Basketball and ice hockey follow, although a good case can be made for pro soccer matching the latter's popularity in the U.S. today, especially with cable television easily making many international matches available.
The years have not been as kind to horse racing and boxing. Aside from the Saturdays in which the triple crown is contested, interest in horse racing has declined. Tracks around the country now look to casino gambling and sports betting to save them.
The number of boxing fans has decreased since before heavyweights like Muhammad Ali, George Foreman and Mike Tyson were champions. In fact, the most intriguing figure in a ring these days for many people is neither a boxer or a heavyweight, but a Universal Fighting Championship bantamweight named Ronda Rousey.
Try imagining 100 years from now.
It's hard to picture pro football remaining the most popular sport in the U.S. by the year 2115. Perhaps basketball or soccer will continue their ascent and overtake football at the top. Maybe some extreme or hybrid competition that won't be organized until later this century will be more popular. Or, as media continues evolving, will personal interactive entertainment make spectator sports as we know them today obsolete?
What do you think?
It's hard to picture pro football remaining the most popular sport in the U.S. by the year 2115. Perhaps basketball or soccer will continue their ascent and overtake football at the top. Maybe some extreme or hybrid competition that won't be organized until later this century will be more popular. Or, as media continues evolving, will personal interactive entertainment make spectator sports as we know them today obsolete?
What do you think?
(Jess Willard versus Jack Johnson photo from fightsaga.com)
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Wednesday, April 22, 2015
American muscle vs. Japanese might
On consecutive weeks this month, I had the pleasure of renting a Chevy Camaro convertible and Scion FR-S on business trips. It wasn't planned, it just worked out that way. Enterprise offered me a free upgrade to the 2015 Camaro when I got off a train in Albany, N.Y. Dollar tempted me by having the 2014 FR-S parked in front of its rental office by the St. Louis airport, and I took the bait for a few extra dollars.
What's a middle-age businessman and car buff think about these two very fine but affordable sets of wheels assembled in different parts of our world? Well, let me tell you.
The Camaro convertible renewed my enthusiasm for American muscle. It was a solid piece of metal, painted red to draw the attention of other drivers, pedestrians ... and police officers. Fortunately, its cruise control was easy to use and prevented me from going much above the speed limit.
The Camaro's exhaust note made my smile even wider whenever the light turned green and my foot pressed the gas pedal. Rolling through the Catskills on a spring day with temperatures in the 60s and the top down, I couldn't imagine a finer automotive experience.
Then, I drove the FR-S. Lightweight and nimble, this Toyota-Subara joint venture of a car just wanted to keep moving. And, like a great ride in an amusement park, I never wanted to step out of it. It also featured a great exhaust note and, better yet, a pair of paddle shifters within an easy grip of the steering wheel.
Wanna experience the joy of manual transmission and convenience of automatic? Behind the wheel of the FR-S, you'll have the best of both worlds: easily pushing the six-speed transmission smoothly through its paces without having to continually press a clutch in crawling traffic.
To be sure, neither car is very practical. Both have tiny trunks and laughable back seats. A Camaro convertible just doesn't make sense to a lot of people today. And, an FR-S might have many people feeling a bit claustrophobic after a while. But, if you're traveling alone for a couple of days, who cares? The two cars made my two business trips that much more enjoyable.
It's impressive how refined the reborn Camaro is. GM should rightfully be proud of the justice it has done to the sports car which many American men recall fondly, if not lustfully. It's also impressive how two Japanese automotive giants can team up to make the FR-S so exhilarating. It will remind many Americans of the joy of driving they once felt, or always wished they could experience.
Which of the two would I choose the next time I want to smile and have some fun driving? I'll take the Scion FR-S ... unless it's a perfect spring day and the road goes on forever.
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Tuesday, April 14, 2015
"Vinnie Scelsa's on the radio"
Only the Ramones could get away with calling him "Vinnie." Actually, Vin Scelsa once described being mentioned in the band's 1981 song, "It's Not My Place (In the 9 to 5 World)," as the most touching moment of his career. Alas, it's a career that will end on Saturday night, May 2, when he signs off WFUV-FM a final time, two days after his last show on SiriusXM's The Loft.
During the past 47 years, Vin has done radio shows his own way on a number of New York-area radio stations. He's had his highs, like being WNEW-FM's prime time disc jockey in the early 1980s, and lows, most notably his complete disappearance from the dial for a couple of years immediately afterwards.
Vin has mesmerized listeners with his mastery of musical segues, and frustrated others with his long talks on the air. But, he's always stuck to his principles and been true to his muse. More importantly, he exposed the muses of many talented artists to an audience of music listeners.
Tom Waits was one such artist that Vin turned New York listeners onto in the mid-1970s. I didn't know about Tom Waits until hearing Vin play him on Sunday mornings. Waits' eclectic sound became music to my ears while in college, especially on mornings after long nights and little sleep. When I heard "The Piano Has Been Drinking" for the first time on Vin's show, I not only started a new musical journey, but began a long, twisting trip through the FM dial.
Vin turned me on to loads of punk and new wave artists, like the Ramones and Patti Smith, after I'd had enough of most mainstream rockers. He introduced listeners to new sounds, including those of John Prine and Black 47, and rekindled passion for some already established, like Bob Dylan. Vin brought personalities like Lou Reed into our homes with lengthy on-air interviews. He also made us laugh by sharing the hilarious tales of T-Shirt and Razoo Kelly.
Besides spinning all kinds of records on the air, he spun stories that were funny -- a fellow DJ's pilfering of the Beatles' White Album before its 1968 release from an E.J. Korvette store was my favorite -- and others that were simply fascinating, e.g., standing next to Jimi Hendrix at a urinal. He also shared stories that were touching, including some involving Townes Van Zandt and Joey Ramone.
Something Vin had little tolerance for, however, was being told what to do by radio station managers. His tenure on prime time at WNEW-FM ended shortly after the station began playing more mainstream music. A brief stay with a Long Island new music station ended not long after Vin insisted on airing some old music.
When Vin began a 10-year stint at WXRK-FM ("K-Rock") in 1985, he didn't think twice about playing music his young daughter would enjoy. Heck, he even convinced David Johansen to cover "Under the Sea" from the Disney movie, The Little Mermaid, which he no doubt watched several times.
Like most of his long-time listeners, I've gotten to know Vin like a friend or family member over the years. I heard his stories about vacationing in Long Beach Island, and working as an expediter for the jewelry business of his wife's family. I learned about him about running and losing weight, and then gaining weight back and becoming ill. I even got to meet him once, at an HBO studio in midtown Manhattan for the screening of a Neville Brothers film hosted by Ed Bradley in 1989.
Being a radio celebrity, however, was not really Vin's thing. Even though he hosted a number of singer-songwriter shows at The Bottom Line in Greenwich Village in the early 1990s, he preferred the solitude of a radio studio and stack of music he often brought in to share with listeners. As he got older and technological advances made it possible, he didn't even leave his Roseland, N.J. house to do his shows; he hosted them from his home studio.
Vin didn't take requests on the air and rarely acknowledged listeners by name, but he didn't snub those who were in tune with what he was doing (and not doing). In late 1978 I wrote him a long, rambling letter, ending it by asking him to play Elvis Costello's "Radio Radio." Sure enough, without mentioning me or my letter, he played the song to open his show the following Sunday night.
In 1986, after I saw Tom Waits perform in "Frank's Wild Years," in Chicago and mailed Vin the printed program, he shared information about the musical stage production and acknowledged receiving my correspondence on the air. About five years later I got through to him on the phone in the wee hours of the morning while he was on the air just to thank him for playing great music. He seemed surprised that "Charley from Bloomfield" didn't request a song.
During the past 47 years, Vin has done radio shows his own way on a number of New York-area radio stations. He's had his highs, like being WNEW-FM's prime time disc jockey in the early 1980s, and lows, most notably his complete disappearance from the dial for a couple of years immediately afterwards.
Vin has mesmerized listeners with his mastery of musical segues, and frustrated others with his long talks on the air. But, he's always stuck to his principles and been true to his muse. More importantly, he exposed the muses of many talented artists to an audience of music listeners.
Tom Waits was one such artist that Vin turned New York listeners onto in the mid-1970s. I didn't know about Tom Waits until hearing Vin play him on Sunday mornings. Waits' eclectic sound became music to my ears while in college, especially on mornings after long nights and little sleep. When I heard "The Piano Has Been Drinking" for the first time on Vin's show, I not only started a new musical journey, but began a long, twisting trip through the FM dial.
Vin turned me on to loads of punk and new wave artists, like the Ramones and Patti Smith, after I'd had enough of most mainstream rockers. He introduced listeners to new sounds, including those of John Prine and Black 47, and rekindled passion for some already established, like Bob Dylan. Vin brought personalities like Lou Reed into our homes with lengthy on-air interviews. He also made us laugh by sharing the hilarious tales of T-Shirt and Razoo Kelly.
Besides spinning all kinds of records on the air, he spun stories that were funny -- a fellow DJ's pilfering of the Beatles' White Album before its 1968 release from an E.J. Korvette store was my favorite -- and others that were simply fascinating, e.g., standing next to Jimi Hendrix at a urinal. He also shared stories that were touching, including some involving Townes Van Zandt and Joey Ramone.
Something Vin had little tolerance for, however, was being told what to do by radio station managers. His tenure on prime time at WNEW-FM ended shortly after the station began playing more mainstream music. A brief stay with a Long Island new music station ended not long after Vin insisted on airing some old music.
When Vin began a 10-year stint at WXRK-FM ("K-Rock") in 1985, he didn't think twice about playing music his young daughter would enjoy. Heck, he even convinced David Johansen to cover "Under the Sea" from the Disney movie, The Little Mermaid, which he no doubt watched several times.
Like most of his long-time listeners, I've gotten to know Vin like a friend or family member over the years. I heard his stories about vacationing in Long Beach Island, and working as an expediter for the jewelry business of his wife's family. I learned about him about running and losing weight, and then gaining weight back and becoming ill. I even got to meet him once, at an HBO studio in midtown Manhattan for the screening of a Neville Brothers film hosted by Ed Bradley in 1989.
Being a radio celebrity, however, was not really Vin's thing. Even though he hosted a number of singer-songwriter shows at The Bottom Line in Greenwich Village in the early 1990s, he preferred the solitude of a radio studio and stack of music he often brought in to share with listeners. As he got older and technological advances made it possible, he didn't even leave his Roseland, N.J. house to do his shows; he hosted them from his home studio.
Vin didn't take requests on the air and rarely acknowledged listeners by name, but he didn't snub those who were in tune with what he was doing (and not doing). In late 1978 I wrote him a long, rambling letter, ending it by asking him to play Elvis Costello's "Radio Radio." Sure enough, without mentioning me or my letter, he played the song to open his show the following Sunday night.
In 1986, after I saw Tom Waits perform in "Frank's Wild Years," in Chicago and mailed Vin the printed program, he shared information about the musical stage production and acknowledged receiving my correspondence on the air. About five years later I got through to him on the phone in the wee hours of the morning while he was on the air just to thank him for playing great music. He seemed surprised that "Charley from Bloomfield" didn't request a song.
Like many people who survived the 1960s, Vin has slowed down a bit over the years. In his prime, he often stayed on the air long past when his show was scheduled to end. A few years ago, he trimmed his four-hour WFUV-FM "idiot's Delight" show to two hours, between 8-10 p.m. Now, at 67, he'll be shutting off his microphone a last time to write and work a bit with his daughter.
Most radio listeners today have probably not heard of Vin Scelsa, but that's probably okay with him. Lots of people aren't familiar with Tom Waits, but he's in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Those of us fortunate to ride along on Vin's musical journey over the decades will always remember how he enriched our lives, and will never forget him.
Vin Scelsa with Lou Reed
(photo from WFUV-FM)
Most radio listeners today have probably not heard of Vin Scelsa, but that's probably okay with him. Lots of people aren't familiar with Tom Waits, but he's in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Those of us fortunate to ride along on Vin's musical journey over the decades will always remember how he enriched our lives, and will never forget him.
Vin Scelsa with Lou Reed
(photo from WFUV-FM)
Thursday, April 2, 2015
Is it baseball season yet?
Eventually, the weather around the New York City/New Jersey area will warm up. Baseball fans will plan outings to Citi Field and Yankee Stadium without having to think about staying warm. And, just maybe, the Mets will actually win more games than the Yankees.
Sports Illustrated thinks so. The U.S.'s leading sports magazine predicts the Mets will finish 82-80 and the Yankees 77-85 this season. That's not too much for Mets fans to get excited about, but it's been seven years since the city's National League team had a winning record. Only once in the past 15 years have the Mets finished with more wins than their crosstown rivals -- and the Yankees beat them in the World Series that autumn.
Thanks to interleague play, the two New York teams will square off against each other at Yankee Stadium on April 24-26 and at Citi Field on September 18-20. Optimistic Mets fans hope their team will still be in contention for a post-season spot during the latter series.
The Yankees hold a 56-42 advantage over the Mets in regular season games since interleague play began in 1997. Mets fans, feeling their team is on the rise with the strength of its pitching staff, believe the Bronx Bombers are in decline and ready to cede most of the city's attention to Queens. It's been 23 years -- when both teams finished in fifth place -- since the Mets have drawn more fans to home games than the Yankees.
Perhaps this is the year the Mets are once again a better team and attraction than the Yankees. Maybe Sports Illustrated is right. Then again, SI picks the Cleveland Indians to win this year's World Series -- which hasn't happened since 1948. The last time SI picked Cleveland to win it all, in 1987, the Indians lost 101 games and finished in last place! Don't bet on the Indians winning the World Series this year, either.
Charley's 2015 predictions:
NL East: 1-Washington, 2-Miami, 3-New York, 4-Atlanta, 5-Philadelphia
NL Central: 1-St. Louis, 2-Pittsburgh, 3-Milwaukee, 4-Chicago, 5-Cincinnati
NL West: 1-Los Angeles, 2-San Francisco, 3-San Diego, 4-Colorado, 5-Arizona
AL East: 1-Baltimore, 2-Boston, 3-Toronto, 4-Tampa Bay, 5-New York
AL Central: 1-Detroit, 2-Cleveland, 3-Kansas City, 4-Chicago, 5-Minnesota
AL West: 1-Seattle, 2-Los Angeles, 3-Oakland, 4-Texas, 5-Houston
What do you think, baseball fans?
Sports Illustrated thinks so. The U.S.'s leading sports magazine predicts the Mets will finish 82-80 and the Yankees 77-85 this season. That's not too much for Mets fans to get excited about, but it's been seven years since the city's National League team had a winning record. Only once in the past 15 years have the Mets finished with more wins than their crosstown rivals -- and the Yankees beat them in the World Series that autumn.
Thanks to interleague play, the two New York teams will square off against each other at Yankee Stadium on April 24-26 and at Citi Field on September 18-20. Optimistic Mets fans hope their team will still be in contention for a post-season spot during the latter series.
The Yankees hold a 56-42 advantage over the Mets in regular season games since interleague play began in 1997. Mets fans, feeling their team is on the rise with the strength of its pitching staff, believe the Bronx Bombers are in decline and ready to cede most of the city's attention to Queens. It's been 23 years -- when both teams finished in fifth place -- since the Mets have drawn more fans to home games than the Yankees.
Perhaps this is the year the Mets are once again a better team and attraction than the Yankees. Maybe Sports Illustrated is right. Then again, SI picks the Cleveland Indians to win this year's World Series -- which hasn't happened since 1948. The last time SI picked Cleveland to win it all, in 1987, the Indians lost 101 games and finished in last place! Don't bet on the Indians winning the World Series this year, either.
Charley's 2015 predictions:
NL East: 1-Washington, 2-Miami, 3-New York, 4-Atlanta, 5-Philadelphia
NL Central: 1-St. Louis, 2-Pittsburgh, 3-Milwaukee, 4-Chicago, 5-Cincinnati
NL West: 1-Los Angeles, 2-San Francisco, 3-San Diego, 4-Colorado, 5-Arizona
AL East: 1-Baltimore, 2-Boston, 3-Toronto, 4-Tampa Bay, 5-New York
AL Central: 1-Detroit, 2-Cleveland, 3-Kansas City, 4-Chicago, 5-Minnesota
AL West: 1-Seattle, 2-Los Angeles, 3-Oakland, 4-Texas, 5-Houston
What do you think, baseball fans?
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