Cool Papa & Candy Jim. Bo Knows. The DiMaggios. Satchel. Trevor-Time.

•February 1, 2011 • 1 Comment

July 26th, 1942. Cool Papa Bell stands next to his Manager Candy Jim Taylor during their time as members of the Chicago American Giants of the Negro Leagues. Taylor spent his entire adult life in Baseball as he came up as a Third Basemen in the Negro Leagues and eventually Managed up until his death in 1948. A fun fact about Taylor is that he was one of four brothers who all also played professional Baseball in the Negro Leagues (Ben, C.I., and Johnny were the other Taylor brothers).

 

Bo Jackson’s 1991 Topps Traded #58T card. Ok, I remember getting this card as a kid when my Dad bought me the Traded complete set as a Birthday present and finding this card in there. The feelings I got looking at the card is pretty much the same exact feelings that I get now when looking at it: Bo Jackson was the coolest dude on Earth.

 

I apologize for more DiMaggio brother/San Francisco Seals worship but I warn all of you that read this, as long as there are awesome old photos of these dudes floating around then they have a place in 90 feet of perfection.

 

September 25th, 1965. Satchel Paige made his last appearance in the Major Leagues as a member of the Kansas City Athletics.  According to his WIKI page, this is how the game went for old Satch:

Owner Charles O. Finley signed Paige, 59 at the time, for one game. On September 25, against the Boston Red Sox, Finley invited several Negro League veterans including Cool Papa Bell to be introduced before the game. Paige was in the bullpen, sitting on a rocking chair, being served coffee by a “nurse” between innings. He started the game by getting Jim Gosger out on a pop foul. The next man, Daltron Jones, reached first and went to second on an infield error, but was thrown out trying to reach third on a pitch in the dirt. Carl Yastrzemski doubled and Tony Conigliaro hit a fly ball to end the inning. The next six batters went down in order, including a strikeout of Bill Monbouquette. In the fourth inning, Paige took the mound, to be removed according to plan by Haywood Sullivan. He walked off to a boisterous ovation despite the small crowd of 9,000. The lights dimmed and, led by the PA announcer, the fans lit matches and cigarette lighters while singing “The Old Gray Mare”.

That’s right, the 59 year old pitched 3 scoreless innings with one strikeout and allowed one hit. Now that’s whats up.

 

On January 11th, 2011 Trevor Hoffman announced his retirement from Major League Baseball and revealed that he would be coming back home to the San Diego Padres organization to take a front office position after being a member of the Milwaukee Brewers the last 2 years. It is a bitter sweet event for me and most Padres fans as Trevor never should have left the Padres to begin with (F-You Sandy Alderson & John Moores) but at the same time it gave Heath Bell the chance to showcase his skills as an All-Star closer which we can not complain about whatsoever. I wanted to see Trevor in a Friars uniform one last time but hey, I guess it wasn’t meant to be.

The all time leader in Saves leaves the game with 601 career Saves which should stand for a season or 2 until Mariano Rivera most likely passes him up. The two things I will miss the most about Trevor is 1) Seeing Trevor come in to the 9th inning to the “Hells Bells” intro in San Diego. Trevor Time had to be one of the coolest things ever to witness at a sporting event, especially in person. 2) would be seeing hitters choke on his incredible change-up over and over again which he mastered to a level that I have never seen a any other pitcher do so in my lifetime. Heres to you #51,  see ya in Cooperstown.

Barry & The Kid. Pee Wee & Junior. Kirk & Pat. The ’42 Black Yankees. Whitey & Satchel.

•January 29, 2011 • 1 Comment

Barry Bonds and Ken Griffey Junior at the 1990 All-Star Game at Wrigley Field in Chicago. One of these players exemplified everything that’s great about Baseball for many years and the other represented the exact opposite. I’ll let you figure out who is who.

 

March 26th, 1953. Pee Wee Reese watches as Jim “Junior” Gilliam completes a Double Play at  Holman Stadium in Vero Beach Flordia…better known as “Dodgertown.” 1953 marked the first season the Dodgers spent their Spring Training in Vero Beach and stayed there until moving in 2009. The Dodgers spring training home is now Camleback Ranch Stadium in Glendale, Arizona where they share the stadium with the Chicago White Sox.

 

July 9th, 1995. Here we have Detroit Tigers slugger Kirk Gibson absolutely destroying Pat Borders of the Royals while scoring at home plate. The Tigers won the game 4 to 2 but I am going to go out on a limb and guess that Gibson ruined Borders’s day more so than the actual Royals losing. Everything is perfect about this photo. (UPDATE: Thanks to Nate Skinner for finding me a better version of this without the SI logo!)

 

July 26th, 1942. Members of the New York Black Yankees. From Left to Right: Manager Tex Burnett, Harry Williams, Tom Parker and Dan Wilson. This is definitely one of my more favorite photos I have come across recently.

 

August 17th, 1961. No big deal, it’s just Satchel Paige giving Whitey Ford some advice on the finer aspects of pitching.

Jackie. Alan & Lou. Joltin’ Joe. Yogi & Gary. Josh & Double Duty.

•January 28, 2011 • 4 Comments

October 5th, 1947. There are not many things better in Baseball than a well executed takeout slide at Second Base. Jackie Robinson shows Phil Rizzuto how it’s done during game 6 of the 1947 World Series.

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If you wanna talk about great double play combos in Baseball history you can not leave out Alan Trammel and “Sweet” Lou Whitaker of the Detroit Tigers. For 19 seasons this duo wore the Tiger orange with pride and held down the Detroit infield like it was no one else’s buisness. Unfortunately they often get overlooked in the grand scheme of things but it seems like in the last couple years I have heard more writers and Baseball people giving them much deserved credit for their acomplishments.

An interesting article that you should read is “Why Alan Trammel and Lou Whitaker Deserve to be in the Hall of Fame” which was written in 2009 and published by the Bleacher Report. I may not agree with the title of the article (and it seems like the author doesn’t either completely) but you can not argue with some of the numbers these studs put up year in and year out.

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San Francisco Seals Manager Ike Caveney introduces the newest member of the team to local sports writers: a 17 year old named Joe DiMaggio. What were you doing when you were 17 years old?

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September 28th, 2008. To celebrate the last regular season game at Shea Stadium, the Mets organization brought out members of the team from the past. I came across this photo of these Hall of Famers and fell in love with it. Former Mets Manager & Catcher Yogi Berra along with another former Mets Catcher, Gary Carter. I didn’t realize until after finding this photo that both men wore #8 for the Mets, kinda cool.

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August 13th, 1944 at the Negro League East vs West All-Star Game in Chicago, Illinois.  In my last post I mentioned that Roberto Clemente was one of my “Time Machine Players” as in, if I had a time machine I would make it a point to go back and see him play. Well, if I could go back and see ANY event in Baseball history it would be to go back and see one of the Negro League East vs West games. How the players played the game in the Negro Leagues was unreal and to see the All-Stars showcase this to a packed house at Comiskey Park almost makes me hurt inside when I think that I was not able to witness this with my own eyes. This photo captures it perfectly as Josh Gibson of the Homestead Grays slides into home safely behind Catcher Ted “Double Duty” Radcliffe of the Chicago American Giants. The West defeated the East, 7-4 that day.

I think this is one of the coolest photos I have ever come across and added to 90 feet of perfection, I gotta admit what I love the most about this is the fact that Ted Radcliffe is the Catcher. I recently started doing some research on Radcliffe, who was the self proclaimed “Greatest Baseball Player of All-Time” and I got to admit, he may not have been all that far off. The dude could play ball, go ahead and read his wiki page HERE and be amazed by his life in Baseball. I recently ordered his Autobiography entitled “Ted ‘Double Duty’ Radcliffe: 36 years of Pitching & Catching in Baseball’s Negro Leagues,” so expect a book review soon on this.

Lou & Cool Papa. Flash. The Dimaggio Brothers. The ’81 Dodgers. Clemente.

•January 25, 2011 • Leave a Comment

September 10th, 1974.  Cool Papa Bell is on hand to witness and offer congratulations to Lou Brock after stealing his 105th base of the season. Brock finished the season with 118 stolen bases which is still a National League single season record while Rickey Henderson (obviously) holds the modern single season stolen base record with 130 which was set in 1982. HOWEVER before 1898 a stolen base was defined as and credited to a base runner who reached an extra base due to another player hitting a ball into play. With that said, Hugh Nicol is still credited in the record books for setting the stolen base record back in 1887 with 138 stolen bases as a member of the Cincinnati Red Stockings. Of course anyone with half a brain knows that Rickey is the actual king.

 

1943. A great action shot of Joe “Flash” Gordon of the New York Yankees in mid air at Second Base. I have mentioned before how much I admire Gordon and his Hall of Fame career. In my opinion, his name should be mentioned in the same sentences as many other Yankee greats. Read his wiki page HERE and beef up on what a stud this dude was on the Baseball field as a player and then as a Manager.

 

Vince, Dom, and Joe DiMaggio at a Old Timer’s game. Not sure what the year this photo was taken but I am thinking it was the late 70’s. Such a cool photo of this legendary Baseball family.

 

October 11th, 1981, Game 5 of the NLDS which the Dodgers faced the Astros at Dodger Stadium. I love this photo so much. The crowd going insane, Jerry Reuss jumping off the mound in childlike enthusiasm, Steve Garvey dropping to his knees with fists in the air, and the defeated Astro Dave Roberts on the ground at 1B after making the final out. The Dodgers went on to defeat the Expos in the NLCS and then the Yankees in the World Series.

 

Roberto Clemente doing what he did best and that was playing the game perfect. I love how everyone in the crowd is frozen in the same direction, most likely holding their breath in anticipation to see how the play ended. Clemente is what I like to call one of my “Time Machine Players” as in if I had a time machine, he is one of the select players that I would go back and have to watch play the game.

Crash: The Life and Times of Dick Allen (and other Dick Allen stuff).

•January 22, 2011 • 2 Comments

 

When it comes to Dick Allen, I have repeated these two things more than once on the blog: 1) Dick Allen needs to be in the Hall of Fame and 2) PLEASE go out and read his autobiography “Crash: The Life and Times of Dick Allen.” Now with that said I want to push both things in this post, kind of a Dick Allen appreciation with a book review with an agenda if you will.

As far as him being  in the Hall of Fame, the stats add up. Especially if you look at the era he played in which was extremely pitcher friendly (mid-1960s, aka. the return of the dead ball). His batting line was .292/.378/.534 over 15 seasons in the Major leagues. In addition, the 1964 ROY and 1972 AL MVP retired with 351 career Home Runs, 1119 RBI’s, and was a x7 time All-Star. The dude needs to be in the HOF without a doubt, and why isn’t he? Well let’s just say he didn’t have a good relationship with most writers and members of the media. Unfortunately we all know that is what really counts in the long run. Here is a nice little segment that the MLB Network did on Allen and the HOF. They list him as the #4 player who should be a member of Cooperstown who currently is not:

Ok, so on to the book and oh, what a great book it is! I really can not count how many times I have suggested that friends read it.  Written in 1989, well over a decade after Allen’s career ended; the author Tim Whitaker chronicles everything that comes out of Allen’s mouth in regards to his Baseball career in a not so orthodox way that in some ways does not follow a straight time-line. This keeps it the book very fresh. You feel like you are sitting there with Allen while he voices his displeasure with the racist fans that greeted him with abuse in the Minor Leagues as the first Black professional Baseball player in Little Rock, Arkansas. Or as he talks about his fight with Frank Thomas (see below) which very well may have turned the media against him and in turn sparked a chain reaction of abuse from fans and writers for years to come. All in all, his peaks and valleys during his career are well documented.

HOWEVER, as Tim Whitaker mentions, it is hard to get Allen to speak openly about his positive accomplishments as a player. One example is his incredible 1972 MVP season as a member of the Chi-Sox. So instead of hounding Allen to speak about the season, Whitaker gets ex-teammates and coaches to speak about it instead and then waits for Allen’s small comments to build up here and there and put it together like a jigsaw puzzle (If that makes sense?). Just read the book, it’s always cheap on Amazon so you have no excuse. Also for you Baseball nerds who take everything Bill James says like the sacred word from god, he called “Crash: The Life and Times of Dick Allen” one of the best baseball books in recent years when it came out.

So now here are some excerpts from the book to enjoy which hopefully prompts you to read it:

-In regards to the fight with Frank Thomas which involved Right Fielder Johnny Callison:

So Callison waits until Thomas takes a big swing and a miss down at the batting case. Then he yells, “Hey Lurch!” Thomas yells back “You rang?” Then Callison says, “Why don’t you try to bunt instead?”

Callison’s gibe struck a nerve. The night before, Frank Thomas had been at the plate with runners on first and third with one out. Afraid of hitting into a double play, Thomas had tried to bunt the ball – not once but three times, striking out awkwardly in the process. The sight of the big, burly Thomas attempting to bunt had the Philadelphia players still laughing the next the morning at breakfast.

Dick Allen continues:

But instead of answering Callison’s taunts, Thomas glares down the third-base line at me and screams, “What are you trying to be, another Muhammad Clay, always running your mouth off?” Thomas knew it was Callison who had taunted him. The “Muhammad Clay” remark was meant to say a lot, and it reminded me of how he would bend back a black player’s thumb for laughs.

Next thing I remember is hearing the bell ring, the signal for the regulars to come in to hit. I went down to the cage and there’s Thomas, resting his elbow on a bat, waiting for me. Like I said, he knew it was coming. I went over, right in his face. I said “Frank, I told you, that stuff don’t go with me.” Then I popped him, a short left to the jaw. He went down, then he got up swinging that bat. I ducked, but he caught me on the left shoulder. I just wanted to teach him a lesson. Now I wanted to kill him.”

-Dick Allen on Mickey Mantle (VERY funny):

“We’re playing the Yankees in spring training, ’65. Mantle’s on first, I’m playing third. One of the Yankees hits a rope to right center. Now here comes Mantle, he’s heading for third, right for me. I can see it’s going to be close. There’s a huge swirl of dust. The umpire’s right in there with us. When the dust finally settles, the ump looks down at both of us sprawled on the ground and shakes his head. ‘I’ve never smelled so much booze in my life,’ he tells me and Mantle. ‘Get off your asses before you set each other on fire.’ “

-And finally, Dick Allen on meeting Cool Papa Bell. It’s very interesting and actually kind of thought provoking. After reading the book you definitely know where he is coming from :

“He said I could have been one of them,” the Ballplayer says of Cool Papa Bell. “He said I had power and I could run, the two most important requirements in Negro League baseball.” It is a rare display of Dick Allen braggadocio. Later, reflecting on his encounter with Bell, Allen waxes philosophic: “It’s funny. Back in their day, the Negro League players all wanted to be big leaguers. They felt deprived because they could never get in. And there I was, in my day, a big leaguer who felt he lost out because he never got a chance to play in the Negro Leagues.”

Well, thats all I got on Dick Allen today. Hopefully I inspire some of you to read up on the slugger from Wampum, Pennsylvania, what he accomplished in Baseball, some of the struggles he had, and hopefully to continue to spread the case of his potential Hall of Fame candidacy. I leave you with this photo from the 1977 season while he was a member of the A’s. He decided to pay homage to his hometown and had the words “WAMPUM” instead of his last name on the back of his jersey. Way cooler than Chad Johnson and that “Ocho-Cinco” nonsense.