"I want to do my best"
December 3rd, 2008
Don't we all, Ms. Yoshida. Don't we all.
Eri Yoshida, a knuckleball pitcher, will play for the Kobe 9 Cruise in a new independent league starting in April 2009. The team selected her last month along with 31 male players in the league draft.
"I still don't feel like I've really become a pro baseball player, but I want to do my best," Yoshida said at a news conference after signing her contract. "My specialty is the knuckleball, so I really want to be able to get batters out using it effectively."
The Cruise are more like a farm team and a far cry from Japan's mainstream pro teams such as the Tokyo Yomiuri Giants. But the 5-foot, 114-pound Yoshida has broken a barrier in baseball-crazy Japan, where women are normally relegated to amateur, company-sponsored teams or to softball.
Yoshida, who started playing baseball when she was in second grade, said she wants to emulate Boston Red Sox pitcher Tim Wakefield, who has built a successful major league career as a knuckleballer.
I don't want to make too big a deal of this, but when you love a thing, a subject, a sport, and you don't see anyone like you doing it, when you become accustomed to the idea or the convention that it isn't something that anyone like you — anyone female, anyone of color, anyone disabled, pick your "like you" — does or has done or probably will do anytime soon, or it's rare, or it's a fight to do it, it's not that you love it any less, that thing or sport. But when you finally see that "like you" there, you realize how much you wanted it to love you back. Now, maybe you can mean to it what it's always meant to you.
I used to stand behind home plate with stanky umpire pads on, back in the late '80s, watching a girl named Caroline throw the best heater in Summit Junior Baseball. I felt a sort of kinship with her because people said our dads looked alike (they didn't, really), and because we both had to do the same thing every time — wait for everyone to 1) see that we had our shit straight, and 2) go about their business. It usually didn't take long. Some people want you to fuck up so that they won't have to change their thinking about certain things, because that's a pain and makes them uncomfortable, but if you get done whatever it is you're supposed to get done, after about ten minutes nobody cares. If Yoshida can get outs with the knuckler, that will become the story.
I would like, someday, to live in a world where the story is not what women can or cannot do, but what we do, period (no pun intended), and the woman part is incidental. The Kobe 9 Cruise has the right idea: she has boobs, and she's tiny…ohhhhh yeah, that flutterball's tyin' 'em up, so who cares.



