From the road: Batavia, New York

This Friday’s episode of Math and Musings will feature O’Connell family exploits north of the border to Niagara Falls and vicinity.

But Niagara Falls was actually a sidequest to the real mission about 50 miles east: Batavia, New York, home of the Batavia Muckdogs.

Muckdogs, yes, glad you asked.

Last year I read a book called Homestand: Small Town Baseball and the Fight for the Soul of America. (When “fight” and “soul” and “America” are in the title you know it’s got to be an important book.) I’d heard the author, Will Bardenwerper, on Doug Hill’s podcast, Conversations with Sports Fans, had to get the book, and then had to see the protagonists, jointly the Muckdogs players and the townspeople of Batavia. Bardenwerper uses Batavia as a sort of stand-in for all rust belt cities, not unlike the one I grew up in, and the parallels between Batavia and Binghamton are striking. Run down and past its prime, for sure, but still with a certain spark and certain charm. When Batavia lost its minor league baseball club in 2020, the aforementioned townspeople rose up and brought a certain dignity back to old Dwyer stadium with the new Muckdogs, members of the Perfect Game Collegiate Baseball League. Perfect Game is the Cape Cod of Western New York, and the husband-and-wife team that runs the club in Batavia, Robbie and Nellie Nichols, are the true heroes of Bardenwerper’s story.

But there are so many more characters profiled than the Nicholses.

One of them I got to see on the field at the game I attended. Not a player or coach or owner but superfan (among other things) Dr. Ross Fanara. Dr. Fanara is 85 years old and has been cheering on the Muckdogs for decades. And I know his age because it was announced at the game… as we celebrated his birthday. Doc’s great-grandchildren (who also get mentions in the book) were there throwing out ceremonial first pitches to great fanfare, as everyone in the crowd knew who they were, and that Doc and his wife are raising them… in their eighties!

It was one charming moment of many at the park that night, one in which I saw not only small-town charm, small-town soul, and a certain amount of small-town fight, but a win as well!

Seeing it with my wife and son?

Even better.

Niagara Falls was okay too.

That time I ran for State Senate

Twenty years ago I ran for a seat in the New York State Senate.

Well, sort of.

My campaign ended when my petitions were invalidated by the State Board of Elections, an organization ironically vested in ensuring public elections actually did not occur.

There was a hearing for my case, though I was not allowed to attend. I submitted my comments in writing (by fax!), and for the record here they are, contents of a facsimile dated July 25, 2006.

Somebody ought to hear this.

Enjoy.

Facsimile

July 25, 2006 

To: Todd Valentine

From: Michael O’Connell Jr., Conservative Party candidate, New York State Senate District 52

Re: O’Connell hearing of July 25, 2006; follow-up to a phone call of July 24, 2006.

Call (607)723-4527 to acknowledge receipt.
To be considered a matter of public record in regards to any hearings or debates concerning petitions filed by Michael O’Connell Jr., Conservative Party candidate for New York State Senate District 52:

         On Saturday, July 15, 2006, I, Michael O’Connell Jr., received at my home a copy of a letter sent from a Ms. Margaret Luckert and a Ms. Michaelene Elko to the New York State Board of Elections in Albany. The letter described a “general objection” the women had made concerning my designating petitions, filed several days previous with said office. Ms. Luckert and Ms. Elko are known associates of State Senator Thomas Libous, the current occupant of the seat for which I am running this fall. I will heretofore refer to the objections as “Libous’s objections,” for I find the prospect that the women acted on their own laughable at best.

         Several days after I received Libous’s “general objection” I received by registered mail his specific objections. There are no fewer than 90 objections, ranging from my not placing a page number on a particular page to listing a signer’s mailing address rather than his actual geographic area under the heading “Town or City.” Admittedly these are “errors,” though few would fail to recognize the intent of the signer or petitioner. (Using the same standards, my notice of the hearing concerning my petitions held on July 25 would never have reached me, for my official notice is addressed to a Michael O’Connor Jr. I have no idea who this gentleman is or why he would receive mail at my home.)

         Libous’s objections to my petitions amount to nothing more than a general objection to my being on the ballot. He objects to fair elections, nothing else. He will hide behind a cloak of technicality offered by the State Board of Elections rather than face actual voters likely to oppose him. He expects the Board to act as a palace guard, protecting the lives and means of incumbents and their fellow travelers. I, on the other hand, would hope that the Board would exist to help regular, unaffiliated citizens obtain ballot access rather than establish hoops, garters, and rings of fire for us to combat.

         As someone who is not a sitting office holder and therefore unable to command my taxpayer-financed staff to investigate such matters, I must rely upon information provided by boards of elections. Voter lists provided to me by the Board of Elections in Broome County–all of which is contained in District 52–contained not only misspellings of names, the aforementioned mailing addresses instead of geographic areas, and names of persons who no longer lived in the state, but indeed the names of deceased persons. As one horrific example, an eastside of Binghamton family informed me that a particular registered Conservative Party member still listed on the rolls had been dead for 10 years.

         I did not challenge my opponent’s petitions nor did I even seek to view them. I can accept in good faith that the senator’s agents collected signatures and that he deserves a spot on the primary ballot. I find it a bit unsettling that he can do this as someone not officially registered as a Conservative, but he received signatures from registered Conservatives and I am willing to face him in the election.

         Libous, on the other hand, wants no part of actual elections. He assumes the Conservative line will be his, not because of the similar ideologies of the two parties, but because the Broome County Conservative Party chairman, Mr. James Thomas, is one of Libous’s paid staffers. I pay Mr. Thomas’s salary as a state employee from 9-5; he moonlights as my political rival. Let us not forget that the two parties–Republican and Conservative–no matter how similar their professed ideologies may be are rival political parties. Were Libous to succeed in invalidating my petitions he would prevent a primary election from occurring in a rival political party. I do not believe boards of elections were established to allow such things to occur.

         It did not surprise me in the least that Senator Libous challenged my petitions. A man who routinely makes a mockery of conservatism and small government would, naturally, cry foul to boards and panels and use hypertechnical legalese to skew real-world forces in his favor. Indeed, the general objection referred to above was filed on the same day as the board received my petitions. Considerable man-hours were spent detailing the 90 objections to my petitions, painstaking efforts usually reserved for gold panning or neurosurgery. I’m quite certain most people–including myself–could find better ways to spend their time.

         The only seemingly valid claim Libous makes against my petitions is that a number of my signers had signed for him as well. I did not make it a habit to ask my fellow conservatives–who, by the way, favor personal privacy and limited government–whether they had signed their name on a particular piece of paper a month previous. I didn’t even ask whether they had seen any of the hate-filled letters Libous had sent out against me. I visited the people listed on the voter rolls provided to me by the Broome County Board of Elections, introduced myself, and allowed people to sign or refuse to sign.

         And for all the high language and detail used in the Designating Petitions–again, issued to me by the Broome County Board of Elections–nowhere does it include anything about a signer’s not having signed other petitions or that a person cannot sign for multiple candidates. Nowhere. The listed qualifications are: duly enrolled voter of the party, entitled to vote in the next primary election, and truly stated place of residence. (I supposed living person is a given.)

         In closing, I believe I have done everything necessary to warrant inclusion on the primary ballot this September. I have established a campaign committee, filed the necessary paperwork with the Board of Elections, and submitted signatures to the Board of residents who pledged a desire to see my name on a primary ballot. Furthermore, I am a registered member of the party in question, unlike my opponent who is merely trying to wrest the ballot line from people with whom he shares neither a party affiliation nor an ideology.

                                                                                             Sincerely,

                                                                                             Michael O’Connell Jr.

                                                                                             Binghamton, New York

Two cheers for the real Pi Day

It’s blasphemous for a math teacher to say, I know, but as noted previously I think “Pi Day” is overrated. That would be the March 14 Pi Day.

Most of the world reads dates with the day in front of the month (22/7, not 7/22), and since 22/7 is actually closer to pi than 3.14 is, it stands to reason if we’re going to stoop to celebrating that irrational constant it should be today rather than in March.

Happy Real Pi Day, everyone!

So many trivial things

Forget Spain and the World Cup, forget a pair of Yankees-Dodgers classics.

Forget, too, the fact that my son this weekend increased his baseball winning streak to five games, the last four in four different states.

For all the trivial things in the world there is this one big thing: the potential for permanent Daylight Savings Time in this beautiful nation of ours.

Yes, yes, we’ve been close before, and recent steps towards such are only parts of the battle, but this offer still stands: undying political devotion to the party that gets it done.

It’s on.

World Cup Final set

So it seems Monday’s post didn’t actually post until Tuesday, and I assure you, dear reader, it had nothing to do with the fact that I was “on vacation.” (I’m kind of always on vacation, so that’s a moot point anyway.)

Being out of town for me doesn’t mean not working but rather existing with unreliable Internet, hence the delay.

So I figured I should delay this one too, plus it would give me a chance to see who won the England-Argentina World Cup semifinal. Or rather, Inglaterra-Argentina, as went the broadcast I was watching at my neighborhood coffeehouse.

What a game it was, winner not decided until the final moments, as Argentina pulled out some Argentina magic yet again. Just wow.

Question is… can they do it one more time?

Since Franklin and I will discuss other subjects on the podcast this Friday, might as well pose the question now, for whenever this posts.

We’re good luck

Saturday night my son and I were in Salisbury, Maryland, to see the Delmarva Shorebirds take on the Kannapolis Cannon Ballers. (I swear both of those team names are real.) The Shorebirds are the single-A affiliate of the Baltimore Orioles, meaning Franklin and I have now completed the set as far as seeing Orioles farm teams. And damned if the Shorebirds didn’t play like a double or triple-A team against some rookie league washouts, whipping the Cannon Ballers 8-0. It was Franklin’s fourth win in a row, the third in three different states, and back-to-back shutouts!

   Clearly a good luck charm wherever he goes.

It was fun while it lasted

Like most Americans the past few weeks I invested far too much in this thing called soccer and the tournament known as the World Cup.

Monday afternoon my son and I shared a pair of authentic experiences, first watching the Spain-Portugal match in a Mexican bar, then watching the U.S.-Belgium match at home with hot dogs and Coca-Cola. Unfortunately that latter match was very authentic, with the Americans playing like, well, the 20th century version of Americans playing soccer.

Classic. Unfortunately.

Well, it was fun while it lasted.