Johns Hopkins Coach Babb Helps Baseball Take Root in Russia
Name: Coach Bob Babb
Affiliation: Head Coach, Johns Hopkins University Baseball
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This past summer, head coach of the Johns Hopkins baseball program Bob Babb traveled to St. Petersburg, Russia on a program called “Helping Baseball Take Root in Russia.” Following his return to the States, Coach Babb compiled a detailed report of his experiences and shared that with the Office of Undergraduate Admissions to re-print as a blog. For a full biography on Coach Babb, and his 32 years of success at Johns Hopkins University, visit this link: http://www.hopkinssports.com/sports/m-basebl/mtt/babb_bob00.html.
A Bit of Background on the Trip:
In 2011, Russian baseball coaches and players celebrated their 100th anniversary of baseball in their country. The history of baseball in Russia dates back to 1911, when the crews of the visiting USS Kansas and USS North Carolina played the first baseball game as a demonstration of the sport in St. Petersburg, capital of Imperial Russia at that time.
In 1986, when the International Olympic Committee granted baseball official status for the 1992 Summer Olympics, the USSR deemed it time to officially develop baseball. Coincidentally, the Johns Hopkins squad visited Leningrad (St. Petersburg) in 1988 and played a game against Russian baseball players from that city. Various teams struggled to survive in St. Petersburg over the next twenty years.
In 2010, the development of baseball in St. Petersburg moved into a new phase. First, the Vyborzhanin St. Petersburg Children’s Sports School financed by the city government incorporated baseball classes into its curriculum. At present, about 150 kids are enrolled in baseball courses. Second, the decision to build a baseball stadium was made, and a piece of land in St. Petersburg was selected.
On April 3-15, 2011, six Russian baseball professionals visited the United States on a program called “Helping Baseball Take Root in Russia.” The two-week programs was funded by the US Dept. of State under the auspices of the US-Russia Bilateral Presidential Commission, and organized by the Institute of international Education in DC and the US Consulate General in St. Petersburg. The program was intended to introduce the Russians to the organization of baseball in the US.
The group began their trip in Washington where they met with govt. officials at the US Dept. of State to discuss international sports exchanges. They then travelled to Aberdeen and met with Ripken Baseball, Williamsport, PA to meet with officials from Little League, and New York City and Major League Baseball. Along the way, the Russians met with me at Hopkins, where I shared with them my experiences in Russian and the Soviet Union. The Johns Hopkins Baseball team had participated in an exchange program with the Mendeleyev Institute of Technical Engineering in 1988 in Moscow. Our Blue Jays played 3 games against the Mendeleyev team that summer during the same time that president Reagan and Premier Gorbachev were having a summit in Moscow. During that trip, we ventured to Leningrad and played a game there. The following summer, I and one of my assistant coaches returned to Moscow for two weeks of instructional work with the Mendeleyev team. Then, in 1992, the JHU baseball team returned to Moscow (now part of Russia) to play in an international tournament with teams from Russia, Japan, Korea, and JHU. Thus, when I met with the Russian delegation this spring, I showed them my scrapbooks, score cards from those games, etc. many of the players from those teams are now the coaches in Russia.
In addition, I showed the group our facilities and explained many of the drills which we employ. They also came out and watched one of our practices. Upon leaving, they asked if I would be interested in coming to St. Petersburg to work with their teams of various ages. I said I would if it could be worked out.
In late June, I was informed that I was granted permission to serve as a visiting baseball coach for the continuation of the “Helping Baseball Take Root in Russia” program. The US Consulate General in St. Petersburg agreed to cover my visa and airfare expenses, while the Institute of International Education covered accommodations, group excursions, airport costs, etc. Plans were made, and I traveled in mid-August to St. Petersburg!
Coach Babb’s Journal:
My Trip to St. Petersburg – August 2011
On Tuesday night, August 16th, I boarded an Air France plane at Dulles Airport and made the 7 ½ hour flight to Charles De Gaulle airport in Paris, France. I then had a four hour layover before boarding another Air France flight to St. Petersburg. This was a 3 hour and 20 minute flight, arriving at 9PM St. Petersburg time (which is 8 hours ahead of USA East coast time), Wednesday evening. I was fortunate that both planes were nearly empty. Crossing the Atlantic, I had 4 middle seats to myself, so I stretched out and slept most of the trip. I then had 3 open seats on my flight north to Russia.
Upon arriving in St. Petersburg, I was amazed how small the airport actually is. I slid through customs easily (much easier than obtaining a Russian visa) and waited for my luggage. I purposely packed one huge yellow bag with solely baseball equipment (bats, pants, old gloves, catchers’ equipment, etc.) which I intended to give to the St. Petersburg baseball organization with whom I would be working. Well, the yellow bag came tumbling on the baggage belt, but my personal bag never appeared. There was a desk for luggage problems manned by a single lady, so I headed that way. As I got closer, I noticed about 20 other people form a line at this desk. Reluctantly, I joined them. After about 30 minutes, I was at the front and given 3 forms to fill out. I was fortunate that the lady understood English and spoke some. She helped me with the forms, had me go back to customs to get them stamped, then return to her, only to have to complete three more forms. After about another half hour, I was told that my bag was still in Paris and would be delivered to my hotel the next day. Fortunately, I had placed some of my baseball uniforms in my carry-on bag, so I had a few T-shirts and athletic underwear to hold me until my suitcase arrived.
At this point, I was somewhat worried that my scheduled driver may no longer be waiting. There was no one else left on the secured side of the airport other than airport officials. I thought that the driver might have believed that I missed my plane and, thus, gone home already. This was, happily, not the case. Nikita Yegorov, one of the St. Petersburg coaches with whom I had met in April, was waiting for me. He helped with the yellow bag and took me to a waiting car. We were then driven to the Moscow Hotel which is in St. Petersburg proper, a 25 minute drive.
I arrived at the hotel at about 11:30 and saw a group of Americans who were there also in conjunction with St. Petersburg Baseball. They were from the New York Public School Athletic Association (PAL) and had brought a group of 14 tenth graders, each one from a different NYC public high school, to work with and play against the St. Petersburg North Stars. My trip was scheduled to coincide with theirs for a few days, and then I would be on my own.
My room in the Moscow Hotel was a single containing a small single bed, a TV, a small chest of drawers, and a telephone. There was no clock and, being forgetful, had brought no watch. The bathroom was nice and modern. The towels in the bathroom were small and contained a bare number of cloth threads! On the whole, the room was about half the size of a modern college dormitory room and just as sparse!
I awoke at 7:30AM Thursday morning and had breakfast in the huge banquet room in the Moscow Hotel. It was a buffet with an odd variety of food: shredded carrots, cold meats and cheeses, spaghetti noodles, scrambled eggs, various breads and rolls, sliced and cooked tomatoes, cucumbers, etc. Many people ate an assortment of cold and pickled salads. I stuck with scrambled eggs to which I added some cheese and cold meats. There was also apple, tomato, and orange juices (not freshly squeezed OJ) and strong coffee and a variety of teas.
After breakfast, I walked next door to the grocery store. What a surprise! The last time I was in St. Petersburg (1988), it was actually called Leningrad and was part of the Soviet Union. At that time, the grocery stores had virtually nothing; a few pathetic looking apples, some fish, breads, tomatoes, cucumbers, and that’s about it. Now, the market looked no different from a supermarket in the USA (certainly smaller) other than the fact that there was row after row of alcohol, much of it different brands of vodka. I have never seen so much vodka! I bought several bread rolls, from the deli section, a few bottles of ice tea and water, and a toothbrush, toothpaste (Colgate), and deodorant (Speedstick) since my missing suitcase contained these items.
I then met with the travel agent lady, Natalia, who arranged my stay. She had wanted me to pay her in US dollars and bring the cash. I told her that in no way would I be carrying that much money from Washington DC to St. Petersburg. She told me that she could not accept a credit card either, so I brought travelers’ checks. Natalia had never seen one and took a picture of one of my checks. She was a bit suspicious. We then walked to the exchange booth (located in the lobby of the Moscow Hotel) where Natalia was surprised to see the attendant gladly accept the traveler’s checks and give her US dollars back. I had had enough foresight to exchange some dollars for Russian rubles here in the US before leaving, so I did not need to exchange money.
At noon, I joined the group (~22) from NYPAL as they boarded a bus and toured the St. Petersburg Military Museum followed by the Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood. The military museum was fascinating, but all the writing was in Russian so it was difficult to comprehend much. Nevertheless, seeing old weapons, carriages, pictures, armor, etc. was to my liking. The church was spectacular in that all the pictures were made of mosaics. The outside domes were impressive, but the inside was incredible.
We then lunched at a local restaurant (3:30PM) and afterwards drove to a park where the NY team and the St. Petersburg team would conduct joint workouts. The traffic in St. Petersburg is horrendous. During my whole stay, there wasn’t a day when I did not experience a time where I just sat stopped in traffic. The streets are not built to handle the volume of traffic which the city has.
Speaking of St. Petersburg, I’m told that the city has a population of over 6 million people, but there may be many more as it is difficult to count all the incoming people. I was surprised that I saw almost no blacks or Asian people (not counting the Japanese tour groups). St. P. has to be the city that has the largest lily white population in the world.
St. P. was founded by Peter the Great. He loved Venice and, as a result, had his people build canals throughout the city. St.P. is called the Window to Europe. The Neva River flows through the city and empties into the Bay of Finland. There are supposedly more than 360 bridges in the city spanning the river and all the canals. Thus, there is a great deal of boat traffic throughout the city.
Around 6PM Thursday night, our bus arrived at a park where the Americans and Russians would conduct a joint practice. We changed in a small locker room and went out to the field which happened to be an old, runned -down soccer stadium. The grass was high, there was no mounds and only drop down bases. For the first hour, we worked with the young players on the North Stars team. Their ages ranges from 7-15. We assigned one American with one Russian and described and demonstrated many skills: throwing, catching, etc. The Russian players, numbering about 15, were then divided into groups based on their positions. I worked specifically with the pitchers, showing them the proper mechanics in a step-by-step sequence. They picked things up very quickly. We then had a similar workout with the older group before ending at 9PM. The older group of North Stars vary in age from 19-44. The 44 year old actually played against the Hopkins Baseball team in 1988 and remembered me. He still catches and does a very nice job.
After changing back into our traveling clothes, we took the hour bus ride back to the Hotel Moscow and had dinner at 11PM. I would soon realize that I would be eating dinner every evening between 10PM and midnight! The hotel had a special dinner for our group as the regular dining room was closed.
On Friday morning, I again put together my scrambled egg concoction and then our group departed at 10:30 for the Yusupov Palace, the sight where Rasputin was murdered. The incredible palace was rated as one of the top 20 private palaces in the world. There was a five man singing group who performed a traditional Russian song, which was fantastic. I actually bought one of their CD’s. The palace contained its own theatre with stage and balcony seating, plus seating for over 100 others! We then ventured to St. Isaac’s Cathedral, probably the tallest building in old St.P. There was a model showing how the cathedral was built as it used a new type of scaffolding. Many beautiful works of art adorn the interior. I would revisit this place later and climb to its top.
Lunch was next. Since the traffic was so bad, it was decided that we would take the subway back to the hotel after lunch, rather than have the bus try to fight its way through. The St.P. subway has an interesting feature, when the subway trains are not at a stop, a door blocks the entry so that no one can get near the tracks. As the train arrives, this door opens followed by the subway train’s door.
Upon arriving back at the hotel, I spotted my suitcase sitting in a corner behind the main desk. What a great moment, even if it was a day later than they had promised. I quickly unpacked and found my beloved jar of Jiff peanut butter which had been the first thing that I packed. Again, when last in St. Petersburg, the food was not to my liking and very sparse. Now, there was a McDonalds (with prices lower than in the US) right next to our hotel! However, my peanut butter would serve as my breakfast (on the rolls which I had purchased) from here on.
At 5PM, we made the trek to a different soccer stadium for an exhibition game between the North Stars and the NYC boys. The Americans were victorious as they made fewer errors, walked fewer hitters, had fewer passed balls/wild pitches. Essentially, they made fewer mistakes. I was very impressed with the level of play of the Russians. It was clear that they had the physical skills to be good, but they lacked the technical skills and did not have years of playing experience on which to rely. What comes pretty naturally to an American who is familiar with baseball and has been playing catch since he was 4 or 5 is something which requires practice by the Russians.
The NYC contingent made some tourist stops on Saturday, while I was picked up by North Star player, Petr Denisov, and driven to their game against the Moscow Green Sox. The game was held in a suburb north of St.P. about 40 minutes, named Kolpino. Our game was held at a big soccer stadium there, although the start was delayed by 30 minutes due to the soccer match which ended in a tie and was finally settled by penalty kicks. At its conclusion, I marveled as the North Stars assembled a 4-piece pitching mound (made of wood and covered in carpeting and rubber), pulled a tape measure to place bases, and connected a large net to two soccer goals to create a makeshift backstop. When finished, the field actually looked pretty good.
The Moscow Green Sox had beaten the North Stars twice in Moscow earlier in the year. The teams take the 4 hour fast train between the cities (8 hours on the old sleep trains) early Saturday morning and then play a late afternoon game that day. They spend the night, play a 10AM game on Sunday, and then return late Sunday so as to be able to get to their jobs on Monday morning. The sports clubs pay for their tickets, hotels, and supply meal money. Teams then usually practice 2-3 nights during the week at 7PM allowing workers to get there.
On Saturday, the North Stars played pretty well and led 5-2 entering the top of the ninth. The lead should have been larger, but they squandered several scoring opportunities with runners on 3B and less than 2 outs. After retiring the first hitter in the 9th, the pitcher yielded a hit, then threw 8 consecutive balls to load the bases. I suggested to the manager, Denis Novokshonov (President of St. Petersburg Baseball federation), whom I had also met in April in Baltimore, that he should bring in a reliever. He waited and two consecutive singles followed, making the score 5-4 with the bases loaded and still only one out. My driver, Petr, was summoned from shortstop to pitch. His first batter to face was the cleanup hitter, an excellent player from Cuba, who had ripped the ball all day. On a 3-2 pitch, he enticed the Cuban to swing at a high fastball and struck him out. The next batter hit a fly ball to left field which was an easy third out. The celebration by the North Stars then began. They were so happy and thanked me for all the help.
During the game, I took notes on the Green Sox hitters, what pitches they liked, how they ran, etc. and also was able to steal their signs from their third base coach. These would prove to be a valuable weapon during the next day’s game.
In typical American fashion, Petr asked if I would mind if we stopped at McDonalds after the game. It was nearby so we stopped, and I experienced my first Russian McDonalds. The Big Mac, fries, and coke were no different from any in America! Upon arriving back at my hotel at about 9PM, I bought internet time and started catching up on all my emails that I had not seen since arriving in St.P.
Petr picked me up at 8:30 on Sunday morning for the 40 minute drive back to Kolpino. We had a nice pre-game workout before the 12:00 start. The North Stars cruised to an easy win. We (the North Stars) used the purloined signs to pick a couple of runners of base, pitched very effectively to their hitters, and played an excellent defensive game. It was a pleasure to watch. The local St. P. TV station was there and actually interviewed me after the game. (Here is a link to the video (entirely in Russian): http://www.tv100.ru/news/Slovom-my-vse-bolny-bejsbolom-44647/). Again, a huge celebration occurred after the game, and I was thanked for all my help! I had brought a bag full of Hopkins T-shirts, golf shirts, old jerseys, hats, etc. and distributed these after the game making sure every player got something. They, in return, gave me a few gifts. We agreed that we would meet later that day (6:30PM) in an Irish-bar where one of the North Star players worked.
Again, we stopped at McDonalds on the way home. Petr had to go to work, but Nikita met me at my hotel and got me to the bar. We were joined by 7 of the North Star players who asked me questions, through Nikita or another player who spoke English, about everything from major league baseball to my favorite movies. This group was a very nice bunch of guys who I could see myself being friends with back in the states! I was given a T-shirt from the bar and treated to my drinks and food. They all chipped in, not allowing me to pay a penny (ruble).
I had planned on seeing the Hermitage on Monday with Petr as my tour guide (he stayed at work until 3AM Sunday night so as to be free to show me around on Monday). Unfortunately, we discovered that the Hermitage is closed on Mondays. Thus, we visited St. Isaac’s Cathedral and this time climbed to the top where the view of the city was spectacular. We then traveled to a park on the river Neva where I saw two baby black bears on leashes. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw them bound through the park. The bears were about the size of a huge German Shepherd, but with claws about six inches long! One baby bear actually held a baby bottle by himself and drank the milk inside.
Later, we met Nikita and drove an hour to practice. I worked first with the younger team showing them both infield and outfield drills. Afterwards, I worked with the North Stars, introducing how to play slow rollers, pitchers covering 1B, double play turning drills, etc. It was a very good session! Upon returning to the Moscow Hotel, we stopped at the McDonalds next door and again had an 11 o’clock dinner.
I worked on emails Tuesday morning before taking a taxi to meet with a member of the American consulate. The taxi driver had been given instructions the night before as to where to deliver me. When I got out of the cab, I realized that I was deposited at the fanciest hotel in St. Petersburg. I entered and asked if anyone spoke English. Fortunately, everyone working had this skill. I met a receptionist who had attended Richmond University. She made several calls to the US Embassy and then informed me that the building which I wanted was about 500 yards away.
I walked to the proper building and met with Cathy Hurst, a Public Affairs Officer in the Consulate. We were joined by Nikita and Denys and discussed my trip along with other ideas for future exchanges. After the meeting, I met Petr, and we went to Pizza Hut for lunch.
Practice that night consisted primarily of hitting drills using tennis balls. We went over 8 or 9 different drills which the Russians carefully watched and then executed quite well. They had a really good time doing the drills. We then met for about half an hour where I went over the notes of mistakes, suggestions, etc. which I had compiled during my trip. The team was fascinated with some of my thoughts and nodded their understanding as Petr translated for me. The group then presented me with a number of gifts which they had individually purchased. I was touched by their generosity!
Wednesday was my final day in St. Petersburg! Peter picked me up early, and we headed to Peter and Paul Fortress, the original fort built by Peter the Great. At noon, we watched as the attendants fired a huge cannon, a St. P tradition. We then made our way to the Hermitage, a spectacular museum. Inside, we saw an Egyptian mummy, Sumerian artifacts, Roman and Greek sculptures, the throne of the Russian Czars, and many works of art from masters such as Van Gogh, Rembrandt, DeVinci, Monet, Picasso, etc. We walked for over four hours and only saw about half of the exhibits. There are over 360 rooms in the museum!
I wanted to treat my Russian friends to a steak dinner that night, so they took me to the Montana Steak House. Joining me were Petr, Nikita, and Valeri, the centerfielder of the North Stars. We each ordered steaks (fine, but nothing special), and had a grand time. Before returning to my hotel, we walked to a coffee shop and had dessert and coffee, and said our goodbyes.
I was picked up by my driver at 4:30AM and driven to Pulkovo airport. My flight to Paris was easy and, after a brief layover, boarded for the 8 hour and 20 minute flight to Dulles. Upon landing, I got in the Customs line for US citizens and was amazed at the diversity of races, etc. who were in this line. I knew then that I was back in the USA!
An interesting aside, Petr, my main chauffeur and translator, had scheduled a trip to Virginia through Dulles. He had taken a summer course at Mary Washington University two years ago and had planned to return last week. In Russia, it is a national law that all workers get 28 vacation days! I convinced Petr to come to Baltimore (with his girlfriend who travelled with him). They arrived late one night at my house as their luggage, like mine, did not make it. Because of Hurricane Irene, we had no power in our house. Nevertheless, Petr found it and stayed with us two nights.
The next day, Denny and Chris Cox took them to the Babe Ruth Museum and Baltimore Sports Museum. Petr actually was allowed to hold the bat which Babe Ruth used during the season when he hit 60 home runs! I took them to an Orioles game, and Petr received two game balls! They toured Johns Hopkins and were amazed at our facilities! I also took them to Outback Steak House, a real treat for the Russians! They had a great time, and the Babb family had an equally great time hosting them!
I hope to return to St. Petersburg within a few years and work again with the North Stars and see the many new friends who I made on this year’s journey!




































