Bankrolling Fields of Dreams
By JESSE McKINLEY
Published: July 9, 2005
Is there anything more American than baseball and Broadway?
Well, yes, probably money, which is more often than not the connective tissue between the first two. Indeed, ever since the Broadway producer and myopic Boston Red Sox owner Harry H. Frazee sold Babe Ruth to the Yankees in 1919, fans of both the theater and the national pastime have regularly made the men paying the bills into backstage villains. And not, of course, without good cause; after selling Ruth to the Yankees, the Red Sox did not win another World Series until last year - the legendary "Curse of the Bambino" - during which time the Yankees won 26 championships and New York City established a permanent superiority complex over Boston.
There were ever-so-slight echoes of that old-time wheeling and dealing, when The New York Post reported that Rocco Landesman, the president of Jujamcyn Theaters, which owns five Broadway houses, was considering selling a multimillion-dollar partnership in Jujamcyn in order to pay for an investment in the Cincinnati Reds, the venerable, pitching-poor franchise currently residing in the basement of the National League Central division.
Mr. Landesman, a renowned horse player whose favorite team is actually the St. Louis Cardinals, the Reds' rival and defending National League champions, said on Wednesday that reports of his selling of a portion of Jujamcyn were premature and that he had made no such offer to any buyer. "I've had lots of inquiries, and I've had conversations with a lot of people," he said. "But I've had no negotiations."
But Mr. Landesman did confirm he would be soon traveling to Cincinnati to investigate the possibility of buying part of the team, and that if that happened, selling part of Jujamcyn - which he bought earlier this year for some $30 million - would be one way of raising funds.
He would hardly be the first producer to try to make the leap from the stage to the dugout, or vice versa. (One of Mr. Landesman's partners in his pursuit of the Reds is his old friend Rick Steiner, another Broadway producer and an avid professional poker player who lives in Cincinnati.)
The Nederlander Organization, which owns nine Broadway theaters, has long been a partner in the Yankees, and the Yankees' principal owner, George M. Steinbrenner, has six Broadway producing credits to his name, including "Applause," a 1970 musical which ran for more than two years but that predates his leadership of the team. His other credits, however, are less notable (kind of like this year's Yankees), including "Legs Diamond," the fabled Peter Allen bust from 1988.
Then, of course, there is Dodger Theatricals, the Broadway production company - "Into the Woods," "Urinetown," "Dracula, the Musical" - that has incorporated its love of the game into its very name. (Mr. Landesman, perhaps unsurprisingly, is a founder of the company.)
Creative types along Broadway, meanwhile, have also flirted with the summer game. Prominent writers like August Wilson ("Fences") and Richard Greenberg ("Take Me Out") have used baseball as a backdrop for their plays, keying into the natural drama of the sport, including its fleeting thrills, individual and team dynamics, and historical depth. "Damn Yankees," meanwhile, the 1955 musical classic, tapped into an even deeper pool of baseball psychology: hating the New York Yankees.
Paul Boocock, an actor and playwright whose current show, "Boocock's World of Baseball," unfolds on a set shaped like a baseball diamond, said the game fitted the classic dramatic structure almost perfectly, what with its early inning setup, its middle-inning intrigue and bottom-of-the-ninth denouement.
"Baseball is a natural form of theater," Mr. Boocock said. "Football is more of a blockbuster movie, with all action all the time. Basketball is more akin to music, with improvisation and styling. But baseball, no matter what you do to it, is going to play out at a certain pace."
And the similarities don't end there. What really is the difference between a critic and an umpire, after all? Neither actually plays the game but both consider themselves integral to its legitimacy. Critics and umpires refrain from cheering, but both get great (and free) seats. (Umpires don't sit, technically, but you get the idea.) And both critics and umpires are periodically wrong, though baseball managers and producers alike know its almost always useless to argue the call.
Businesswise, too, baseball and Broadway work on similar models, with a perishable inventory - seats - and a work force that gets paid whether or not the audience has a good time. And both are plagued by ever-rising costs, with your average musical going for more than $7 million, or about what it costs to get a decent outfielder these days.
Those costs were most certainly a factor even back in 1919 when Frazee made his fateful choice, supposedly, according to baseball lore, selling Ruth to raise funds for a musical called "No, No, Nanette" and sealing the fate for the Red Sox for decades to come. (For the record, the story is most likely apocryphal: "No, No, Nanette" made its debut six years after Ruth left Boston and lasted a decent 321 performances on Broadway.)
And of course professionals involved in both pastimes are deeply superstitious. Some baseball players won't shave during a hitting streak; actors frown on whistling backstage or mentioning the title character of Shakespeare's "Macbeth." And Mr. Landesman, for one, was loath last week to let it appear as if any deal were in the offing, perhaps worried about conjuring another type of curse on his friend Mr. Steiner's beloved Ohio team - or his hometown operation.