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Rays prepare for a steamy season of home-field challenges (and maybe home-field advantages)

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TAMPA — Dan Moeller’s known for two decades what some of the kids on his staff are about to find out: When pulling a tarp across an infield in the rain, it’s best to pull from the corners. The guys who pull from the middle are the ones who trip, slip, and end up underneath the thing. Also, a wet tarp is a heavy tarp. Getting it off the field is often harder than getting it on.

“You feel it in your hammys,” Moeller said.

As director of projects and field operations for the Tampa Bay Rays, Moeller is in charge of the team’s grounds crew. He has seven full-time employees and eight part-time workers, and most of them gathered in the infield grass 32 minutes before first pitch on Friday to watch one of their own spray a yellow sunburst logo on the back of the mound.

For the first time ever, that logo fit more than the franchise’s name. The Rays really were playing baseball in the sun.

Friday’s season opener at George M. Steinbrenner Field could hardly have gone any better. Six months after Hurricane Milton shredded the roof of Tropicana Field, the Rays had a new home. The building was transformed with Rays signage. The temperature was 84 degrees with a cooling breeze to left field. Ryan Pepiot pitched six innings, a two-run rally tied the game in the seventh, and Kameron Misner — a 27-year-old on his first Opening Day roster — hit a walk-off homer in the ninth. The whole thing was a triumph of organizational problem-solving and late-inning execution. The Rays are undefeated.

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And now the real challenge begins.


The Rays celebrate Kameron Misner’s walk-off to give them a 3-2 win in their opener at Steinbrenner Field. (Kim Klement Neitzel / Imagn Images)

It begins for infielders dripping with sweat in the Florida humidity, and for outfielders fighting the wind in an open-air stadium with no third deck. It begins for starting pitchers trying to get through six innings in the blazing summer heat, and for a coaching staff worried about rain delays and dreading bullpen-wrecking doubleheaders. There’s going to be no place in baseball this summer quite like Steinbrenner Field.

“We want to create some home-field advantage with that,” Rays manager Kevin Cash said. “I’d like to look up in two or three weeks when it gets hot in the summer and see that we are embracing it, and other teams are bitching about it.”

Moeller doesn’t want to hear any complaints. The mound is still 60 feet, six inches from home plate. The bases are still 90 feet apart. Baseball is baseball. But a Rays grounds crew that cut its teeth maintaining artificial turf in a climate-controlled environment now has to water and mow and maintain a ballfield in the sun.

Moeller and head groundskeeper Mike Deubel know what people assume about their jobs at Tropicana Field: that they’ve been in charge of carpet, basically. It’s a description that’s both completely wrong and utterly unfair (though, the fact they’ve had to sweep sunflower seeds with a dustpan and broom hasn’t helped dispel that notion). Do you know how to maintain moisture in infield dirt that’s being constantly sucked dry by the concrete underneath and the air conditioning above? It’s not easy.

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But Moeller and his crew are now managing natural grass in a notoriously precarious climate that goes from blazing heat to sudden downpour in an instant. Moeller and Deubel have worked outside before. They know what they’re up against. Some of their staff, on the other hand, are in for a nightly lesson in patience, precision and wet socks.

Moeller increased his budget to afford extra clothes so that his crew can change when they get soaked in a popup shower, and he sent most of his crew to work for the Yankees during spring training so that they could learn first-hand how to prepare the field (some of the Yankees crew is sticking around to help).

The Rays’ crew actually got to pull the tarp a couple of times this spring, but they still haven’t pulled it in the middle of the eighth inning, when Pete Fairbanks is getting loose in the bullpen and a mid-game shower has become a total downpour because umpires waited too long, fingers crossed, hoping the rain might magically go away. They haven’t pulled the tarp when they’re already soaking wet, it’s getting late, and there’s no telling when they’re getting home.

“Welcome to the big leagues,” Moeller said.

That same idea holds true for the Rays players, as well. Many of them have been in the big leagues for years, but never quite like this. Pepiot spent a little more time in the sauna this spring. He also lingered in the hot tub and went on post-workout walks with his wife. Anything to get his body used to the heat.

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“No one is ever going to get used to 105 and disgusting humidity,” Pepiot said. “But a little bit more acclimated to it.”

The Rays tested their players in spring training to determine how much they sweat — second baseman Brandon Lowe is a Tier 2, moderate sweater — and used that information to help individualize plans for how much water and sodium players are going to have to replace each night. Shortstop Taylor Walls, though, grew up in Georgia and played college ball at Florida State. He’s convinced the heat and humidity will be manageable for nine innings. He’s more worried about the rain, because when those sudden Gulf Coast showers linger, they’re going to rain out some ballgames, and doubleheaders in this climate are going to be exhausting.

That’s what Cash is most worried about, too. He can limit his team’s pregame work to keep players rested, and he can pump them full of water to keep them hydrated, but doubleheaders are hell on a pitching staff, and while Steinbrenner Field has fans with misters in the dugout, it has nothing to stop the rain.

Major League Baseball has tweaked the Rays schedule in deference to the Florida weather. The Rays play 19 home games between March 28 and April 20, meaning they’ll play almost a quarter of their home schedule before the summer even begins. The tradeoff is that the Rays will play only 12 home games between June 23 and August 18. They’re going to spend about half of August on a two-week, four-city, West Coast road trip that will include a stop in Sacramento to play the Athletics in the other minor league ballpark hosting Major League games this season.

Sun, rain, wind and shadows at home. Longer-than-usual trips on the road. It’s going to be completely unfamiliar, but the Rays won on Opening Day with a strong pitching staff and a deep bench, so maybe it’s not so different after all.

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“A lot of differences,” Cash said. “But now we can probably take a breath, and we’ll spend probably hours talking about how we can make it to our advantage.”

(Top photo of Steinbrenner Field on Friday: Mike Carlson/MLB Photos via Getty Images)

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Book Review: ‘America, U.S.A.,’ by Eddie S. Glaude Jr.

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AMERICA, U.S.A.: How Race Shadows the Nation’s Anniversaries, by Eddie S. Glaude Jr.


For those of us in the national memory-keeping business, anniversaries hold near-totemic power. Satisfyingly round units of time, ideally bearing fancy, Latin-derived names, serve as the overburdened pegs on which to hang think pieces and museum exhibits, revisionist documentaries and maudlin public ceremonies. The arbitrary nature of such occasions is precisely what gives them their charge, inviting us to set aside complacency and submit to a comprehensive check-in.

In his new book, “America, U.S.A.,” Eddie S. Glaude Jr. presents an intriguing variation on the genre, seeing the country’s 250th birthday as an anniversary of anniversaries: 50 years since the malaise-ridden, schlock-heavy Bicentennial. A century since the subdued Prohibition-era Sesquicentennial. A century and a half since telegraphed reports of George Armstrong Custer’s defeat by the Lakota and Cheyenne at Little Bighorn rudely interrupted the Gilded Age Republic’s 100th birthday party.

If an anniversary offers a snapshot of a moment, the core of Glaude’s book is an old-timey photo album, a collection of notable episodes from earlier national reckonings, long-ago glances in the mirror. An estimable scholar of Black history, politics and religion at Princeton — best known for “Begin Again,” his 2020 meditation on James Baldwin’s relevance for our times — Glaude focuses, as his subtitle puts it, on “how race shadows the nation’s anniversaries.”

Such celebrations, he contends, have never really been the moments for honest self-reflection they are often advertised to be. Instead, the nation usually shatters the mirror, refusing to accept what it prefers not to see. “American anniversaries are often moments to turn a blind eye to the evils of the past and the present,” Glaude writes, “to suppress the fact of America’s divided soul.”

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It’s a clever concept, and, needless to say, perfectly timed. Last year, Glaude notes, the Trump administration executed a hostile takeover of the government’s studiously bipartisan 250th anniversary planning. It is now preparing a program that is certain to conceal more than it reveals about the country ostensibly being celebrated.

Glaude, in no mood for celebration, argues that such omissions and evasions also defined commemorations in the past. In 1875, Frederick Douglass predicted “one grand Centennial hosannah of peace and good will to all the white race of this country.” He was right: The nation reached 100 years old at a crucial moment in the post-Civil War fight over racial equality, with white Northerners ready to give up on Southern Reconstruction. The occasion would help the once-warring sections to reunite around a shared commitment to white supremacy. On May 10, 1876, at the opening of the Centennial Exposition in Philadelphia, the police tried to bar Douglass from the grandstand, until a white politician vouched for him.

The 150th anniversary came soon after a resurgent Ku Klux Klan successfully pushed for a restrictive immigration law aimed at keeping America a “Nordic” nation. At the lavishly funded, lightly attended celebrations in Philadelphia, Black veterans of World War I were excluded from marching in the opening parade. A writer with The Associated Negro Press wondered “what was in the breast of those black men who fought to make America safe for Democracy and on Monday stood on the sidelines, forgotten, as the Nordic strode by in all his vain pride.”

By 1976, when the nation marked its Bicentennial, the violence of the ’60s had destroyed any semblance of consensus. Vietnam and Watergate had eroded trust in the government. The commission initially tasked with organizing the anniversary was disbanded amid reports of corruption. Corporations filled the vacuum, Glaude explains, with “star-spangled whoopee cushions; patriotic toilet seats; Liberty hamburgers; red, white and blue beer cans.” The author, around 8 years old at the time, dimly remembers donning a pair of tricolor trousers.

A half-century later, Glaude is refreshingly honest about the depths of his despair. “I do not love America, and never have, especially now,” he writes in one of the more startling opening sentences I’ve read in some time. He dismisses this year’s Semiquincentennial as reaching back “to a storybook America that requires either the banishment of Black people from view or the reduction of our role in the country’s history, so as to affirm America’s ongoing quest to be a more perfect union.”

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Undoubtedly true. But Trump doesn’t own the country, at least not yet, nor the 250th anniversary of one of the most radically liberatory and confusingly contradictory events in world history — an inspiration, as Glaude shows, even to critical observers of the American experiment, like Douglass. Far from the revanchist MAGA-palooza in Washington, I suspect this summer’s unasked-for invitation to national soul-searching may surprise us yet.

Despite his despair, Glaude concludes that “the past still offers resources for us to freedom-dream.” So, too, does this book.


AMERICA, U.S.A.: How Race Shadows the Nation’s Anniversaries | By Eddie S. Glaude Jr. | Crown | 270 pp. | $31

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Summer’s Best Beach Reads

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Moore is a dependable ingredient in any summer reading soufflé. Her airy novels accomplish what they came to do: entertain and transport, without the pyrotechnics of, say, books that eschew quotation marks. In “Down With the Shipmans,” three sisters, laden with baggage, converge on their late mother’s beach cottage, only to learn that their father and his much younger wife are planning to sell the place.

The stakes are high, the drama is juicy and the views are sublime. Moore even provides two beach dogs — Leo (an unruly pit bull mix) and Cinnamon (“golden retriever, red bandanna, long pink tongue”) — to keep things lively. (Comes out June 2)

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Artificial intelligence has made pirated audiobooks faster to make and harder to detect. Our reporter Alexandra Alter tells us about the latest threat to the publishing industry.

By Alexandra Alter, Léo Hamelin and Laura Salaberry

May 20, 2026

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