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“Jews and Baseball: An American Love Story” plays SFJFF in Berkeley, Palo Alto8:35 pm Wednesday, July 21, 2010by andy altman-ohr
"Jews and Baseball: An American Love Story" has its 2nd and 3rd showings in the San Francisco Jewish Film Festival this weekend: Saturday, July 31 in Palo Alto and Sunday, Aug. 1 in Berkeley (see below for listings). Last weekend, the 90-minute documentary played at the Castro Theatre. I'll say this about the film; While it's not a home run or even a triple, I'd call it solid two-run single -- and well-worth taking a look at.Scholarly and informative but without a hook or much heart, the documentary travels through the 20 th century (actually, the late 1800s are included as well) and into the first decade of the 21 st century in chronological order. The focus is Jewish players and other assorted Jewish contributors to the game; it celebrates both Jews connected to baseball, and also the place baseball has had in the lives of American Jews. You'll probably learn more on those topics than you ever knew before. But you learn it in sort of a dry and factual manner, and in stereotypical documentary fashion: lots of talking heads, as much vintage footage as the filmmakers could dig up, still photos and old newspaper clippings. Standard fare. I kept thinking the whole time that this would be a great documentary on PBS. Why not take it the next level, for example, show an entire Hank Greenberg at-bat or Sandy Koufax pitching a full at-bat or even a whole inning -- rather than just the standard two-second clip? There are some great revelations: For example, I learned that Greenberg, the great Jewish Hall of Famer for the Detroit Tigers, was the general manager for the Indians when Rosen played for that team, and that the two men had a special relationship because both were Jewish. It goes unsaid, but those times Rosen spent with Greenberg might have helped lead him toward becoming a general manager himself. (Rosen, by the way, was a much better player than I ever realized, hitting 24 or more homers and driving in 100 or more runs in five straight seasons; sadly, a finger injury cut short, at age 31, what could have conceivably been a Hall of Fame career). Greenberg and Koufax are, of course, the big stars of the movie, with something like 15 to 20 minutes devoted to each one. Hank Greenberg's son gets a decent amount of screen time, and Koufax consents to a rare interview (in fact, the scenes of Koufax talking and revealing things we've never heard before are the pearls of the movie). That leaves roughly an hour for all of the other players and Jewish contributors - and there are many! One great thing about this film is that it penetrates beyond the trivial things many of us already know (Ron Blomberg was the first designated hitter in major league history; Koufax refused to pitch on Yom Kippur in the World Series; Moe Berg was a spy; etc.) and enlightens us to so much more. We even learn (too briefly, unfortunately) about a Jewish woman who played in the All-American Girls Baseball League in the 1940s. Believe me, it's worth checking out... but as a piece of filmmaking, it's not super exciting. The first third is probably the worst, so just stick with it beyond that, and you'll start finding yourself more entrenched in the topics. There are some truly corny parts, such as old New York sportswriter Maury Allen proclaiming with a twinkle in his eye that of course Jews and baseball have a unique relationship, because, well, the Bible starts, "In the Big Inning." Then there's some talking head I can't recall saying lines like "We wanted desperately to be American, and baseball was our conduit; baseball was an avenue to be part of the community." Actually, that might have been the narrator reading from his script, now that I think about it -- and I guess I should mention that the narrator is Academy Award winner Dustin Hoffman. He's serviceable but dry and kind of boring; if you didn't know it was him, you might be hard-pressed to guess that it was. Not one of his best performances. The film does get off to a dazzling start, and I was cheering within seconds, thinking, "Wow! These filmmakers are on the ball! This is going to be an amazing experience." The very first thing you see on screen is the famous clip from "Airplane:" in which the stewardess asks: "Would you like something to read." Passenger: "Do you have anything light?" Stewardess: "How about this leaflet, ‘Famous Jewish Sports Legends'?" It's a leadoff home run, but the rest of the movie hits mainly singles and doubles. And that's just fine.
. . . . Here's the full lineup of screenings . . . .
Sun, July 25 2010, 1:15pm Sat, July 31 2010, 2:00pm Sun, August 1 2010, 2:15pm Sun, August 8 2010, 2:00pm
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07/22/2010 at 08:58 PM
I always considered myself a “Hank” Greenberg Jew. Our family was not religious, but my dad was my baseball Rabbi. When I was 8 years old in 1945, my dad gave me a crash course in Baseball 101, Cubs History and a special chapter in “Hank” Greenberg stats! How he helped his team win several Pennants, Won several H.R. Championships and 2 MVP Awards, plus the records he held, and taking off for the High- Holidays.How he re-uped in the Army when WW ll broke out.We never had bible stories in our house, except when he read to me from the Baseball Bible, The Sporting News.
Login to reply to this comment or post your ownGreenberg came back in time to hit 13 Homers in the last part of the 1945 season, and his bases loaded home run on the last day of the season clinched the 1945 Pennant for the Tigers. Sadly, My dad thought I was too young to see Greenberg, and the Tigers play the Cubs in the ‘45 World Series, but made me a promise… he would take me the next time! My dad took me to my first Opener in 1947, and Greenberg was playing for the Pirates, and became baseball’s first $100,000. player. I had mixed emotions when his 2 out, 6th Inning double drove in the game’s only run. In 1948, I took credit for helping the Cleveland Indians win their flag, when I sent Greenberg who was their G.M. a Mezuzah before the season started. He sent me back an autographed photo. From that time on, I always made my “e”‘s and “r”‘s the same way he did. My greatest thrill came in 1981, when he came to San Francisco to dedicate 2 wooden seats from Briggs Stadium, at the Washington Square Bar and Grill. I was able to talk with him, as well as take photos of my boyhood idol. In a way… I think of him everyday, because I still sign my name using
capital letters for the “E"s and “R"s in my name.
I am sure you did not hve to be Jewish, to root for Greenberg, but it gave me Pride to root for Hamerin Hank, because we both had something in common.
07/27/2010 at 08:48 AM
Thanks for your recollections, Jerry, and sharing your trip down memory lane. - Andy
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