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Thursday, August 25, 2022

Baby Chuck Robinson

 

'Baby Chuck' Robinson realizes 3rd-generation MLB dream

August 24th, 2022
Chuckie Robinson's first hit

PHILADELPHIA -- On the day of his Major League debut Wednesday vs. the Phillies, Reds catcher  was headed onto the field for batting practice when he saw his grandfather and father -- "Big Chuck" and "Little Chuck" -- on the dirt near the screen. Known as "Baby Chuck" around his family, Robinson stopped and gave them both a hug.

A dream -- decades in the making -- came true for three generations of professional baseball-playing Chuck Robinsons from Danville, Ill. Big Chuck, aka Chuck Sr., played one season in the White Sox organization in the 1960s. Little Chuck played in the Cubs’ system in ’91. Like Chuckie, they were catchers.

"I just gravitated towards it," Robinson said. "I guess it’s in my blood."

During the Reds' 7-5 loss to the Phillies at Citizens Bank Park, Robinson was 1-for-2 with his first Major League hit -- a one-out single to center field in the top of the fifth inning. The ball was tossed into the visitors' dugout for safe keeping.

Chuckie Robinson on first hit

"I saw it go through and I was like, ‘Yes, thank you!’" said Robinson, who was lifted for a pinch-hitter in the seventh inning. "[Rhys] Hoskins was at first base and was like, ‘It took me 12 at-bats.’ I’m super grateful and happy for that first knock."

Reaching the top level of baseball is, of course, a big feat that not many get to enjoy. Even rarer in the recent history of the Major Leagues has been Black catchers. Elston Howard and Hall of Famer Roy Campenella were two of the greatest at the position, but there hasn't been a star African American catcher since Charles Johnson earned four Gold Gloves, two All-Star appearances and a World Series title during his career from 1994-2005.

Black Canadian catcher  -- a four-time All-Star and 2007 NL Gold Glove winner -- last played in 2019, and  was the last African American catcher to play in the Majors when he played for Oakland from '16-18.

Robinson hugs his father, "Little Chuck," on the field before the Reds took on the Phillies at Citizens Bank Park.
Robinson hugs his father, "Little Chuck," on the field before the Reds took on the Phillies at Citizens Bank Park.

"I was a late Draft pick, always against the odds. I always try to keep that chip on my shoulder," said Robinson, who was drafted in the 21st round by the Astros in 2016. "It kind of adds fuel. I know I am representing a lot of people out there. I like being in the position I am in."

As a 4-year-old, Robinson went to his grandfather and told him he also wanted to be a baseball player when he grew up.

"He said, ‘Paw Paw, this is what I want to do.’ I said, ‘Let’s do this. We’ll try to make it possible, and I will show you the way,’" Big Chuck said before Wednesday's game.

"Big Chuck" (center) and "Little Chuck" (right) speak to Reds manager David Bell before the game.
"Big Chuck" (center) and "Little Chuck" (right) speak to Reds manager David Bell before the game.

Robinson's father noted that baseball was not a compulsory sport, however.

"Chuckie knew from the very beginning -- his siblings as well -- that we never forced the game on them," Little Chuck said. "We were very conscious of him not just doing baseball to try to live through us because he had seen us do baseball. It just naturally came to him, and we allowed him to exercise and do what he felt he wanted to do. Now, we’re here."

Robinson, 27, was selected by the Reds from the Astros in the Triple-A Phase of the 2020 Rule 5 Draft. In 58 games this season with Double-A Chattanooga and Triple-A Louisville, he batted .266/.320/.399 with five home runs and 25 RBIs.

"He’s impressed everyone that he’s come across in player development," Reds manager David Bell said. "He’s played well. He’s found ways to improve his game offensively, defensively. He’s absolutely earned the opportunity. Very well liked, very well respected on teams he’s been on."

Despite the long road to reach the big leagues, and their own short pro baseball careers, the elder Robinsons never gave up hope for Chuckie.

"We kept the faith. We had that perspective and we just kept believing and we kept trusting," Big Chuck said. 

The Reds initially called up Robinson to their taxi squad on Aug. 1, and he was the 27th man for the Field of Dreams Game vs. the Cubs in Iowa on Aug. 11. But he did not get to play and was sent back to the Minors. 

On Tuesday, Robinson was recalled when the Reds optioned Michael Papierski. The news came via Louisville manager Pat Kelly. 

"I was in my car and P.K. called me. He was like, ‘It’s for real this time.’ I was like, ‘OK, yes!’ I was excited," Robinson said. "The first person I called was my Grandpa. He basically taught me everything I know about the game."

Robinson also became the 58th player to appear in a game for the Reds this season, breaking a 2003 franchise record. He's the seventh catcher.

The family made the trip from Illinois to be there to see the debut of "Baby Chuck." They had time together on the field after the game, too.

"I’ve been waiting my whole life for this day," Robinson said. "I couldn’t ask for anything more than to be out there playing the game in front of my Grandpa, my Dad, my family. It was awesome."

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Saturday, June 11, 2022

Donald Trump, American Monster - Maureen Dowd NYT

 

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MAUREEN DOWD

Donald Trump, American Monster

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WASHINGTON — Monsters are not what they used to be.

I’m reading “Frankenstein” by Mary Shelley for school and the monster is magnificent. He starts out with an elegance of mind and sweetness of temperament, reading Goethe’s “The Sorrows of Young Werther” and gathering firewood for a poor family. But his creator, Victor Frankenstein, abandons him and refuses him a mate to calm his loneliness. The creature finds no one who does not recoil in fear and disgust from his stitched-together appearance, his yellow skin and eyes, and black lips. Embittered, he seeks revenge on his creator and the world.

“Every where I see bliss, from which I alone am irrevocably excluded,” he laments. “I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend.”

Before he disappears into the Arctic at the end of the book, he muses that once he had “high thoughts of honour,” until his “frightful catalogue” of malignant deeds piled up.

Shelley’s monster, unlike ours, has self-awareness, and a reason to wreak havoc. He knows how to feel guilty and when to leave the stage. Our monster’s malignity stems from pure narcissistic psychopathy — and he refuses to leave the stage or cease his vile mendacity.

It never for a moment crossed Donald Trump’s mind that an American president committing sedition would be a debilitating, corrosive thing for the country. It was just another way for the Emperor of Chaos to burnish his title.

We listened Thursday night to the frightful catalogue of Trump’s deeds. They are so beyond the pale, so hard to fathom, that in some ways, it’s all still sinking in.

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The House Jan. 6 committee’s prime-time hearing was not about Trump as a bloviating buffoon who stumbled into the presidency. It was about Trump as a callous monster, and many will come away convinced that he should be criminally charged and put in jail. Lock him up!

The hearing drove home the fact that Trump was deadly serious about overthrowing the government. If his onetime lap dog Mike Pence was strung up on the gallows outside the Capitol for refusing to help Trump hold onto his office illegitimately, Trump said, so be it. “Maybe our supporters have the right idea,” he remarked that day, chillingly, noting that his vice president “deserves it.”

Liz Cheney cleverly used the words of former Trump aides to show that, despite his malevolent bleating, Trump knew there was no fraud on a level that would have changed the election results.

“I made it clear I did not agree with the idea of saying the election was stolen and putting out this stuff, which I told the president was bullshit,” William Barr, Trump’s attorney general, said.

Breaking from her father, Ivanka Trump — in a taped deposition — said she embraced Barr’s version of reality: “I respect Attorney General Barr. So I accepted what he was saying.”

(Her husband, Jared Kushner, won the prize for gall in his deposition: He was too busy arranging pardons for sleazeballs to pay attention to whether Trump aides were threatening to quit over the sleazeball in the Oval.)

Trump’s data experts told him bluntly that he had lost. “So there’s no there there,” Mark Meadows commented.

Trump just couldn’t stand being labeled a loser — his father’s bĂȘte noire. He maniacally subverted the election out of pure selfishness and wickedness, knowing it is easy to manipulate people on social media with the Big Lie.

It was fine with him if his followers broke the law and attacked the police and went to jail, while he praised their “love” from afar. It’s amazing that no lawmakers were killed.

Everywhere you look, there’s something that makes your blood run cold. The monster in “Frankenstein” is not the only one who has forsaken “thoughts of honour.”

Russia, also in the grip of a monster, is invading and destroying a neighboring democracy for no reason, except Vladimir Putin’s delusions of grandeur.

In Uvalde, the unfathomable story unspools about how the police delayed rescuing schoolchildren for an hour because a commander was worried about the officers’ safety.

Greedy golf icons joined a tour underwritten by the Saudis, even though the Saudi crown prince ordered a journalist dismembered. (Kushner is under investigation about whether he traded on his government position to secure a $2 billion investment from the Saudis for his new private equity firm.)

As Bennie Thompson, the chairman of the committee, noted, when the Capitol was attacked in 1814, it was by the British. This time it was by an enemy within, egged on by the man at the heart of the democracy he swore to protect.

“They did so at the encouragement of the president of the United States,” Thompson said of the mob, “trying to stop the transfer of power, a precedent that had stood for 220 years.”

It’s mind-boggling that so many people still embrace Trump when it’s so plain that he cares only about himself. He was quick to throw Ivanka off the sled on Friday, indicating her opinion did not count since she “was not involved in looking at, or studying, Election results. She had long since checked out.”

Let some conservatives dismiss the hearings as “A Snooze Fest.” Let Fox News churlishly refuse to run them.

The hearing was mesmerizing, describing a horror story with predatory Proud Boys and a monster at its center that even Mary Shelley could have appreciated. The ratings were boffo, with nearly 20 million viewers.

Caroline Edwards, the tough Capitol Police officer who suffered a concussion, was sprayed in her eyes and got back up to return to the fight, described a hellscape.

“I was slipping in people’s blood,” she recalled. “You know, I — I was catching people as they fell. I — you know, I was — it was carnage.”

In his dystopian Inaugural speech, Trump promised to end “American carnage.” Instead, he delivered it. Now he needs to be held accountable for his attempted coup — and not just in the court of public opinion.

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