un repertoire des termes de baseball en français, s'il vous plaît

Youppi: a uniter, not a divider.  

In a previous post I carried on about O-Pee-Chee baseball cards, and how the inclusion of French write-ups on the back made them vastly superior to their Topps counterparts in every conceivable way.  In that post, I linked to a handy glossary of French baseball terminology, which I know present to you UNABRIDGED below.  It's from Baseball Reference, and you can see both it and some related information at this address, but we're already all here, so let's just do this.

I am a French-language enthusiast.  I did a lot of my schooling in French and took a grad seminar in structuralist theory from a guy from the islands of Saint-Pierre and Miquelon, which was, like, supernaturally French. It was bananas.  I have a probably annoying tendency to throw French vocabulary into otherwise completely un-French sentences, not in the interest of, say, learned classiness (the language carries with it no such connotation in Canada, really) but rather in the interest of lolz.  Perhaps in tribute to the infamously incomprehensible franglais of my youth in Moncton, or whatever? Not really. I honestly feel like learning at least a little French is a kind of civic duty for English-speaking Canadians, and unless you just got here or are really, really old, shame on you if you can't mangle at least a bit of it.

But on the subject of baseball French, it's just that I miss it.  Obviously it didn't go anywhere, in the sense that it is still the grassroots language of the game in Quebec, and possibly of people's Acadian dads.  But now that the Expos are gone, you don't hear it or read it like you used to, which is too bad.  That the Expos games were broadcast nationally in French on Radio-Canada when I was small was a big part of the impression that I had that the NL and the AL weren't just different leagues, but kind of strange parallel universes.  And they were, sort of, and it's not just the DH: there were completely separate league offices, umpires, even strike zones.  Remember that?  How the high strike didn't exist at all in the NL like it did in the AL?  

Anyway.  When I was a kid the NL seemed like the mirror universe where Spock had a beard and everything was in French.  Actually did Spock's beard maybe make him look a little French?

Ce n'est pas logique.

Not really?  Either way, here are baseball terms in French.  Some of these are really, really awesome.             

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Basics

Baseball - le baseball; the term la balle au camp (i.e. field ball) was also used until the 1950's.

Ball - la balle

Field - le terrain

Dugout - l'abris des joueurs (masc)

Foul line - la ligne de démarcation

Mound - le monticule

Batter's box - le rectangle des frappeurs

On-deck circle - le cercle d'attente

Bullpen - l'enclos des releveurs (masc)

Base - le but

First Base, Second Base, Third Base - le premier but, le deuxième but, le troisième but

Home plate - le marbre

Infield - l'avant-champ (masc)

Outfield - le champ extérieur

Warning track - la piste d'avertissement

Fence - la clôture or la rampe

Fair territory, Foul territory - le territoire des balles en jeu, le territoire des balles fausses

Player - le joueur

Manager - le gérant

Coach - l'instructeur (masc)

Umpire - l'arbitre (masc)

Inning - la manche

(Batting) Line-up - l'ordre des frappeurs (masc)

Roster - la formation

Positions

Pitcher - le lanceur

Catcher - le receveur

First baseman - le premier-but

Second baseman - le deuxième-but

Third baseman - le troisième-but

Shortstop - l'arrêt-court (masc)

Left fielder, Center fielder, Right fielder - le voltigeur de gauche, le voltigeur de centre, le voltigeur de droite

Outfielder - le voltigeur

Designated hitter - le frappeur désigné or le frappeur de choix

Pinch hitter - le frappeur d'urgence

Pinch runner - le coureur suppléant

Defensive substitute - le remplaçant défensif or le substitut défensif

Pitching

Starting pitcher - le lanceur partant

Relief pitcher - le lanceur de relève or le releveur

Strike, Strikeout - la prise, le retrait sur des prises

Ball, Base on balls, Intentional walk - la balle, le but sur balles, le but sur balles intentionnel

Wild pitch - le mauvais lancer

Passed ball - la balle passée

Balk - la feinte illégale

Pitch - le lancer

Fastball - la balle rapide

Curve ball - la balle courbe

Slider - la balle glissante

Sinker - la balle tombante

Forkball - la balle fronde

Screwball - la balle tire-bouchon

Change-up - le changement de vitesse

Knuckleball - la balle papillon

Breaking ball - la balle à effet or la balle cassante

No-hitter - le match sans point ni coup sûr

Perfect game - la partie parfaite

Hitting

Batter - le frappeur

Bat - le bâton

Hit - le coup sûr

Single, Double, Triple, Home Run - le simple, le double, le triple, le coup de circuit

Grand slam - le grand chelem

Foul ball - la fausse balle

Full count - le compte complet

Hit by pitch - atteint par un lancer (used as an adjective)

Bunt - l'amorti (masc)

Sacrifice bunt, Sacrifice fly - l'amorti sacrifice (masc), le ballon sacrifice

Baserunning

Baserunner - le coureur

Stolen base, Double steal - le but volé, le double vol

Caught stealing - le retrait en tentative de vol

Run - le point

(Runner) Left on base - (le coureur) laissé sur les buts

Interference - l'interférence (fem)

Obstruction - l'obstruction (fem)

Fielding

Error - l'erreur (fem)

Out - le retrait

Fly ball - le ballon

Pop-up - la chandelle

Line drive - la flèche

Ground ball - le roulant

Fielder's choice - l'optionnel (masc)

Double play, Triple play - le double-jeu, le triple-jeu

Statistics

Batting average- la moyenne au bâton

Slugging percentage - la moyenne de puissance

On-base percentage - la moyenne de présence sur les buts

At bat - la présence au bâton

Run scored - le point marqué

Run Batted In - le point produit

Earned Run Average - la moyenne de points mérités

Complete game - la partie complète

Win - la victoire

Loss - la défaite

Save - la victoire protégée

Blown Save - le sabotage

Inning Pitched - la manche lancée

Shutout - le blanchissage

Other terms

Double header - le programme double

Disabled list - la liste des blessés

You'll always be the Second Basemen of my Heart

'DeLino DeShields modelling the hat I am currently wearing, also the disinterested look I am wearing'

There were three things about DeLino DeShields I liked as a young boy.

1: Best name in sports ever

2: He played second base . . . I played second base

3: Faster than all hell.

1 and 2 were pretty obvious things to notice, his name and position came up a lot, but the last thing I knew because. . . . it's the thing I remember commentators talking about the most, Speedy Ol' DeLino gonna steal a million and a half bases with no issue. And as a kid I equated speedy baseball with good baseball, (off topic but I think the reason I never came back to baseball during the 'PED' era was because I just didn't like home runs when there were like 10 a game, they seemed less impressive then.) and apparently Double D was the fastest.

He's also intertwined with Marquise Grissom in my mind because they were 1 and 2 in the batting order and again both just fast as hell. I am not sure why I was so into fast dudes, I will assume that it was because, although I won many 'hardest worker' awards I didn't win many (any) foot races. Perhaps I was merely projecting. Also I like weird names and those two guys had pretty weird names.

And now for the paragraph that will be in basically all of these posts. The Expos couldn't afford him, he peaced out to the Dodgers before the '94 season and it was too hurtful to follow him from there.

Awesome players leaving via free agency, the MO of this section of posts.

Feelings~.

And Here Come THE Feelings

I don't really follow Baseball now, I'll say that right off the bat, I mean I deal with feelings on the regular, so that isn't something any of us need to worry about (unless you are my mom or any woman that could ever love me), but like I said I don't really follow baseball now. Obviously I should write for a baseball blog.

The reason I have no real interest is a pretty good one. The team I felt the most kinship with no longer exists. I am one of, judging by attendance figures, 15 Montreal Expo fans in captivity. The other couple hundred or so 'fans' that didn't fill the Olympic stadium all run loose in the wild (By wild I mean they chill at the Cirque De Sexe in lovely Downtown Montreal). We are are generally all the same, bitter, little to no interest in baseball anymore and EXTREMELY virile. Or at least I am. The reason for that of course is good breeding (virility) and the 1994 strike.

Hey since every stupid idiot that has dumb opinions and stinks really bad has talked about the Strike over and over already, I am just going to say this. We were going to win the World Series. There was no one that could beat us, we had Larry Walker and Marquis Grissom and Wil Cordero (pre-wife beating ftr) and Moises and Felipe Alou and and Ken Hill and Jeff Fassaro and fucking PEDRO!~~! Look we just would have won the whole goddamn thing, also of note I am borderline angry just re-typing the names I just listed. We were going to win.

And then we didn't because Money Ruins Everything, and by the time the players came back how could I even pretend to give a shit? Same with the city of Montreal, they were tired of even half heartedly pretending and then came Jeffery Loria, who if he's reading this from whatever den of evil currently allows him respite should feel free rot in hell or New Brunswick forever, and that was about it for the team, Loria double dealed his way (along with anything not tied down in Montreal's Front office) to Miami and the Spo's were on the way to DC.

I checked out of Montreal fandom for good when they traded Pedro to the Red Sox, seemingly seconds after he won the Cy Young award. I loved Pedro he was the best and most charming player perhaps ever in Montreal and with him gone it really did seem like the Party Was Over.

I ended up moving over to the Red Sox, due to geographical location (Atlantic Canadians LOVE Boston), their being in the American League and thus never having to beat the piss out of the Spo's, the fact that they suited my self loathing personality to a tee and finally because of Pedro. Who by they way immediately after winning the World Series in 2004 thanked the people of Montreal because he loved playing there and oh man what a guy!

I am on the fence about the BoSox lately and I am sure that will seep over into my posts from here on out, but mostly I assume I'll just be remembering Old Expos that I loved or have come to love. Also I will be cursing the Yankees.

Let the Feelings bathe and cleanse us like the mighty Atlantic Ocean.