When I was growing up in Spokane, we took the Spokane Daily Chronicle during the week, and the Spokesman Review on Sunday.
Oh how I looked forward to the Sunday paper. It always showed the box scores from all the previous days’ baseball games. I used to study them because I was interested in seeing what players actually did in the game.
Who got how many hits, who committed errors, how many innings did each pitcher pitch, how many strikeouts and walks did they have, how many attended the game, and on and on and on.
The Chronicle showed only the line score of games, so you only knew who pitched, who caught and who hit home runs. How pathetic is that?
Back in those days, the Spokane Indians were the Triple A franchise of the Los Angeles Dodgers.
When not attending games, I listened to the legendary Herb Hunter do the play by play of all the games both home and away. After all, this was our team, and I followed them through thick and thin. The anticipation of the Sunday box score with names such as Maury Wills, Frank Howard, Don Sutton, etc. was very exciting to me and every other fan.
Living in Walla Walla, we have our own team, the Sweets. Catchy name, nice stadium to watch them play, good young players with hopes of a baseball career.
However, I don’t know who the players are. I don’t know who bats where in the lineup or what position each player plays, I don’t know how well each pitcher pitches, I don’t know who got how many hits, who committed the errors, how many double plays were there, and the list goes on and on because our “own” team’s box score is not printed in the Union-Bulletin.
Instead, we get the hated “line score” of the game.
I thought the Sweets wanted to be followed by adults and adored by kids. Get with it Union-Bulletin, and print the story of the game each day, the box score.
I don’t care about your big article about the game. I want to imagine my own story with a box score. It is the first thing every baseball fan looks at. The very first thing, and sometimes the only thing.
Dan R. Clark