The Unhappy Recap, Part 2

Craig Swan: Dark-years ERA leader in the NL

The Players

Tom Seaver’s June 15, 1977, exile to Cincinnati represented the apex (or nadir) of the dismantling of the great and beloved Mets teams of 1969 and 1973. Cleon Jones, Tommie Agee, Ron Swoboda, Nolan Ryan, Rusty Staub, and Tug McGraw were already gone (though Le Grande Orange would return). Jerry Koosman, Ed Kranepool, Jerry Grote, Jon Matlack, John Milner, Bud Harrelson, and Felix Millan would soon follow.

Millan’s exodus was the farthest and most physically painful. Following the second baseman’s on-the-field scuffle with Pittsburgh catcher Ed Ott on August 12, 1977—leaving him with a broken collarbone, his final appearance in a Mets uniform—Felix signed with Japan Central League’s Yokohama Taiyo Whales in 1978. “The Cat” would win a Japanese batting title in 1979.

In their place came a group that more often than not played as if they’d rather be somewhere else. First baseman Willie Montanez was acquired in a four-team deal that sent Milner and Matlack packing (“Am I still invited to the [Mets] Christmas party?” the left-handed pitched inquired after being dealt to Texas) in December 1977. Willie exemplified the sobriquet hot dog. He fielded one-handed and displayed the most unique, and most time-consuming, home-run trot in baseball. But Mets fans didn’t see that trot often enough to justify his flashy style and Willie was soon booed out of New York.

Elliot Maddox, their first “big” free-agent signing (a reported $950,000 five-year deal) was in the midst of a lawsuit against New York City after ripping up his knee at Shea as a member of the New York Yankees in 1975 (the suit was thrown out in 1985). “There are some guys who quit. There are some guys here who don’t give a damn, a lot of guys who aren’t trying,” complained the outfielder-third baseman, all the while begging to be traded.

Randy Jones, NL Cy Young Award winner with San Diego in 1976, probably didn’t fit Shea any more than Maddox did, posting a 4-14, 6.09 record in two seasons there (1981-82) as a Met. New York took a gamble on the lefthander with circulatory problems and lost. They released Jones with two years remaining on a guaranteed contract.

Richie Hebner was a bust at third base in 1979 who hated crowds and traffic so much that he allegedly visited Manhattan only once as a Met. Not surprisingly, Hebner worked as a gravedigger in the off-season. Joel Youngblood was a malcontent utility man who spent six years in Flushing, grousing that he should be in the starting lineup for most of that time (but refused a starting assignment at third base). Upon his trade to Montreal in 1982, Youngblood would hold the unusual distinction of playing for two different major-league clubs in two different cities (and knocking base hits for both) on the same day.

Pitcher Dock Ellis made a brief, unsuccessful stop at Shea in 1979. Ellis didn’t talk much with the press, but when he did it was memorable. Opining on the tragic death of Thurman Munson, on August 2, Dock opined, “It’s Steinbrenner’s fault, anyway; letting him fly like that during the season. It don’t make no f—ing sense to let one of your topnotch ballplayers do that. But he’s too worried about fining people for missing flights….I didn’t stutter when I said Steinbrenner. He’s supposed to be so f—ing smart.”

Even manager George Bamberger was a reluctant Met, only accepting the job as a favor to Frank Cashen. Following a miserable 1982 season, Bamberger nevertheless elected to sign on for one more year. But after a 6-11 April, the Mets manager began seriously entertaining thoughts of resigning. He made it official on June 3. “I probably suffered enough,” he said.

Individual honors were few during those years. Pitcher Craig Swan backed into a NL ERA title in 1978. Country-and western singing second baseman, Doug Flynn—a Midnight Massacre acquisition—was awarded a Gold Glove in 1980. Dave Kingman’s 37 home runs topped the Senior Circuit in 1982—his 99 RBI ranked second in franchise history—but Kong also struck out a league-leading 156 times while batting .205, and failed to be the drawing card management expected.

Lenny Randle was arguably the most popular Met following the Midnight Massacre. Playing a solid third base for rookie-manager Torre, Randle batted .304 with 5 home runs, 27 RBI, and 33 stolen bases. He made headlines as the player in the batter’s box when the power went out in the 100° New York night of July 13. “I thought, ‘God, I’m gone.’ I thought for sure He was calling me. I thought it was my last at-bat.” Yet during the offseason, Lenny decided that he was unhappy with his contract and conducted an attention-grabbing if fruitless 24-hour holdout. He reported to camp on time in 1978, but started that year in a 1-for-25 slump. He was benched in favor of Maddox and would be released the following spring.

Steve Henderson, the blue-chip prospect acquired in the Seaver deal provided some initial thrills. “You’re going to love this kid,” promised Cincinnati skipper, and future Hall of Famer, Sparky Anderson. “He’s going to be a dandy,” agreed Torre. Stevie Wonder’s first four big-league home runs, all hit during his first month with New York, either tied or won ball games for the Amazin’s (the fourth hit in the presence of Duke Snider, Joe DiMaggio, Willie Mays, and Mickey Mantle, in town for Old-Timers’ Day at Shea). The fifth was a grand slam. Henderson ended his rookie season leading the Mets in runs scored, runs batted in, and tied in home runs despite only 350 at-bats.

But then came a sophomore slump in 1978, starting with an 0-for-25 streak in late April. The power diminished and the injuries began. A worrier to begin with, Henderson began to press at the plate and by 1980 became an undependable batter in the clutch. Frank Cashen dealt the outfielder and $100,000 to Chicago in February 1981 to bring Dave Kingman back to Shea.

During this dismal era, the most familiar Mets were probably Lee Mazzilli, John Stearns, and manager Joe Torre. Mazzilli, a Brooklyn born-and-bred matinee idol, was rushed up to the big leagues at twenty-one in 1976. Too much was expected of him; particularly after belting a home run in his second major league at bat. Maz, who took a screen test for Martin Scorsese (though not much came out of it), eventually lost his center field job to Mookie Wilson in 1981. Moving over to left, suffered through his worst season and became the focus of Shea boo-birds, tired of waiting for Maz to reach his promised potential. With the acquisition of George Foster, Lee became the fourth outfielder, and expendable. He was dealt to Texas for Ron Darling and Walt Terrell, many at the time criticizing the deal. “I never thought I would go for two minor-leaguers,” Mazzilli moaned.

Stearns was an offensive-minded catcher who did the majority of work behind the plate during the Dark Years until an injury to his right elbow shortened his career. Nicknamed “Dude,” the intense Stearns was a baseball player with a football mentality (he played defensive back at the University of Colorado), thinking nothing of tackling an opposing pitcher (whether or not he was in the lineup), mascot, or fan who leaped out on to the field. A bulldog, not afraid to speak his mind, Stearns caught five complete games in a 72-hour period in 1982. Of course, the Mets lost all five.

Thirty-six-year-old Torre was named manager of the 15-30 New York Mets on May 31, 1977. “‘This is the start of another outstanding career,” Maury Allen of the New York Post, accurately predicted. Poised to lose his best pitcher and home run hitter within weeks of assuming managerial reins, Joe could only say, “I’m here to manage a baseball team on the field with whatever players they give me.” Torre immediately proved to be a player’s manager (though Stearns complained he wasn’t tough enough), adept with the media. He kept the club loose through the toppling of Grant regime and incompetence of de Roulet.

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Once Seaver left, the ace of the pitching staff became 34-year-old Jerry Koosman. The southpaw asked for, and received, the starting assignment against his former teammate at Shea on August 21, 1977. Working on three days’ rest, Koos battled Seaver hard, trailing 2-1 going into the eighth inning. But a pair of Mets errors helped allow three more Cincinnati runs. “He [Seaver] had more fans in the stands than we did,” Harrelson observed of the 46,265 on hand that Sunday afternoon.

Koosman lost twenty games in 1977 (his post-Seaver record being 8-26). Loss number twenty came exactly one month after his August defeat to Tom Terrific, a 4-0 drubbing by Pittsburgh. With that, New York clinched its first basement finish since 1967. A crowd of just over five thousand looked on impassively. “You’ve got to have some sort of talent to lose twenty games,” the left-hander half-joked after the game. Koosman vowed he would win twenty games again, and he did. But it was for Minnesota in 1979.

The Koosman deal left Craig Swan and Pat Zachry to battle it out for ace of the staff. “Schwannie,” as Bamberger liked to call him, signed a five-year, three-million dollar contract with New York in 1980, the first big signing by the Doubleday people. In return, the Mets got a total of nineteen wins from Swan: a torn rotator cuff and incessant bouts of gastroenteritis sabotaging his career. The hard-throwing righty was best known for being hit square in the back by a Ron Hodges peg to second base, breaking a rib, and for picking a fight with six-foot-seven-inch, 255-pound Frank Howard, then a Mets coach. Onlookers later noted that Swan had to be either the dumbest, or most inebriated, man in history to become involved in a scrap with Howard.

Zachry came from Cincinnati in the Seaver deal coming off a hernia operation, a bad elbow which turned out to be chronic, and a lingering sense of self-doubt. “Look, I had to face it,” confessed the high-strung hurler, “The fans lost Tom Seaver and got Pat Zachry.” A year after the trade, Zachry suffered a hairline fracture in his left foot after angrily kicking a concrete dugout step following his seventh inning exodus from a game against his old teammates. Three batters prior to his dismissal, Pat surrendered a single to Pete Rose, allowing Charlie Hustle to tie the modern NL hit-streak record of 37. That fit of pique cost the lanky pitcher the 1978 season’s final ten weeks.

Zachry, who many said featured the best change-up in the NL, was in and out of the New York rotation for the next four seasons. His return to the mound on May 5, 1980, provided Mets fans with one of the more emotional and inspirational moments of the era. But after all was said and done, for dealing The Franchise, the Mets got a 41-46 record out of Zachry.

By 1979, the Mets pitching and financial situation had grown so dire that Joe Torre was forced to bring three rookies up north from spring training: Jesse Orosco, Neil Allen, and Mike Scott. None was an immediate success. Scott, who was considered to have the best stuff on the staff, was in and out of the rotation, compiling a 14-27, 6.64 record before being dealt to Houston in December 1982 where he learned the split-fingered fastball from original Met, Roger Craig. The left-handed Orosco, acquired as almost an afterthought from Minnesota in the Koosman deal, surprised everyone by making the club at the age of 20. Ironically, in his major-league debut, Orosco induced Bill Buckner of the Cubs to fly out for the final out of a 10-6 Mets opening-day victory. By 1982, Jesse was a mainstay in the New York bullpen.

On May 31, Neil Allen was 1-5, 7.06, and ticketed for the minors when he suffered a rib injury and was placed on the 21-day disabled list. Since he could not be sent to the minors while on the DL, Allen had to sit on the Mets bench and observe. When he was ready to pitch again, Mets closer Lockwood was injured and so Torre, with few alternatives, gave Allen a shot in the bullpen. He responded with eight saves, becoming Torre’s most reliable reliever.

Allen remained so until the middle of 1982. That June, he was sidelined for nearly two weeks with a colon infection. Asked to warm up on August 8, in Pittsburgh, Allen “…couldn’t throw the ball to the catcher. Not even underhand.” A strained tendon in the right elbow was diagnosed, rest the recommended cure.

Neil persuaded everyone he was back in form during spring training 1983. But then the wheels began to come off. He blew a couple of saves in April. Then, a magazine article quoted Allen criticizing several of his teammates including Tom Seaver, who had returned to the Amazin’s that year. Neil was also involved in a late-night brawl outside a St. Louis-area disco, and there were reports of problems with his marriage. In early May, the reliever informed Mets management he had a drinking problem and was seeking help. He was diagnosed to the contrary.

Allen’s “drinking problem” became a running joke in New York for several days. Seaver was particularly critical: “Problem, my foot,” exploded The Franchise. “He’s got no problem. He’s using it as a crutch because he won’t face the real problem. He’s got no more problems than anyone else in this room.” “Neil is 25 going on 12,” an unnamed player chimed in.

Allen lost his closer’s job to Doug Sisk. “It’s gotten to the point now where I’m scared to pitch,” he moaned. Still, Allen was the major chip in bringing Keith Hernandez to New York. When they announced the deal at St. Louis’s Busch Stadium, the crowd booed. “I’m going to go over real big there,” Allen worried,” like a lead balloon, right?”

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Music to Your Ears

Right Off the Bat: Baseball, Cricket, Literature, and Life is now available as an audiobook from Audible.com, Amazon.com, or from i-Tunes. Evander read the baseball bits and Martin read the cricket bits, and Raymond Cho did the mastering.

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The Unhappy Recap, Part 1

George Foster: 1970s superstar in Cincinnati, early 1980s bust in New York City

Former Baseball Hall of Fame librarian and researcher Russell Wolinsky is our guest blogger for a special three-part series on “The Dark Years: The Demise of the New York Mets—June 15, 1977, to June 15, 1983.” Please welcome Russell, and look for parts 2 and 3.

Between the evening of June 15, 1977—the infamous Midnight Massacre, when Tom Seaver and Dave Kingman were dealt from the New York Mets to Cincinnati and San Diego, respectively—and June 15, 1983, the date New York acquired Keith Hernandez in a trade with the St. Louis Cardinals, the Amazin’s compiled a won-lost record of 339-520 (.395)—a mark that placed them securely in sixth, and last, place in what was then the National League East. During that dismal era, the Mets avoided the cellar only in 1980—finishing fifth, three games in front of the Cubs—and both halves of the strike-shortened 1981 campaign, a “split” season which found them nestled in fifth and fourth place respectively. In 1979, possibly the low point of the franchise, manager Joe Torre’s hapless squad lost 99 games, avoiding the ignominy of 100 defeats only by winning their final six on the road; “A hell of a trip,” the Mets skipper only half-joked about that closing streak.

By then, attendance at home had dipped to 788,905, nearly 2 million fewer than the almost-2.7 million that flocked to watch the club in 1970, following the 1969 “miracle” World Championship. Only once in 1979 did the Amazin’s draw a single-game home crowd of over 28,000. Many evenings the upper deck at Shea Stadium was closed off. New York’s American League club, the Reggie Jackson-era “Bronx Zoo” Yankees once again dominated the town’s baseball scene. Over in Flushing, a smattering of diehards sat in a rapidly decaying ballpark watching a colorless crew that didn’t hit, pitch, or field particularly well; a team that often just seemed to be going through the motions. Ed Kranepool, a Met since 1962, succinctly noted, “We used to have a romance with our fans, but it seems to have died out.”

New York scored fewer runs than any NL club in three of those seven seasons. They hit the fewest home runs, struck out the most times, and committed the most errors twice. Their pitching staff allowed the most runs and walked the most batters once. No Mets moundsman won more than fourteen games in a season. The club suffered through losing-streaks of thirteen games in 1980, fifteen in 1982. (“Dancing in the Aisles at Shea,” announced Newsday when the latter streak was broken on September 1, a day after Nolan Ryan no-hit the New Yorkers for eight innings.)

On August 14, 1980, New York somehow found themselves within seven-and-one-half games of the division-leading Phillies with Philadelphia coming to Shea for five games. Philly swept that series by a cumulative score of 40-12. “Our starting pitchers didn’t do the job. It’s as simple as that,” summarized Torre following the sweep. Mets starters got racked for 23 runs in 18 1/3 innings pitched, no starter lasted more than five innings. Following that collapse, the Amazin’s played 11-38 ball the rest of the way.

Management did what it could to attract fans to Shea while at the same time trying to distract them from paying too much attention to the product on the field. They gave away sports bags, mugs, jackets, batting helmets, seat cushions (which fans tossed on the field), Lee Mazzilli and Bob Gibson posters, and Twinkies (which fans tossed at each other). A plan to give away Lottery tickets was nixed by (especially) gambling-phobic Commissioner Bowie Kuhn. Jane Jarvis’s organ was replaced by prerecorded music (a nod to “the kids”) played through a crummy PA system.

Further in the distraction-department, the organization presented “dot races” on a ridiculous two-line matrix board in left field. Cheering for the races was often louder than for the ball club. They offered fireworks, Freddie Fender, Playboy Bunnies, Karl Wallenda (rained out), the San Diego Chicken, “celebrity” softball games, and “This Magic Moment.” They added a picnic area in left field. They unveiled Diamond Vision in 1982, the third U.S. baseball franchise to do so. They spruced up Shea and brought back Mr. Met (after a brief dalliance with something called the Goony Bird or Met Maniac). They offered cut-rate tickets and freebies to NYPD employees, stuffing the gratis ducats in their pay envelopes. They even gave the scourge of Shea, Pete Rose, a “Day” in his honor.

Perhaps the most preposterous gimmick was the miniature-mule who took a lap around the warning track before each game in 1979. Management ran a contest to name the mule. Four-thousand entries and they settled on “Mettle.” No one liked the name. (Suggestions such as Frank Taverass, after the often-lackadaisical shortstop; Ed Kranemule; Donnie the Donkey, M. Donald Donkey, and Adios Victory were, it is assumed, ignored.) One could even purchase a Mettle T-shirt featuring a drawing of the mule and the declaration: “I’m a stubborn Mets fan.” Oy.

They tried slogans; nearly every season brought a new one. In 1978 newspaper ads pleaded, “Come to Shea and see our exciting new team.” By 1980, new ownership informed us that the Mets were “the People’s Team.” “The magic is back,” they promised for two years running. In 1982, with Kingman and George Foster on their side, Mets management assured fans that, “There’s no power shortage at Shea” (a less-than-subtle jab at the Yankees who, in an ill-conceived plan, were emphasizing speed rather than power). “Now the fun starts,” we were happy to learn in 1983. They didn’t say where.

In 1980, the new owners hired a Madison Avenue advertising firm—DellaFemina, Travisano, & Partners. “[G]ive your kids an experience they’ll still remember when they’re your age,” a series of newspaper ads in April suggested. The agency’s president, Jerry DellaFemina, said some rude things to the press about the Yankees in general, Reggie Jackson and Bucky Dent in particular, and questioned the safety of attending a baseball game in the South Bronx. George Steinbrenner and Bowie Kuhn both over-reacted as usual, the Commissioner slapping a $5,000 fine on the Mets for “conduct detrimental to baseball.” Despite the publicity the comments and reaction generated, a total of 43,996 turned out for the first six home dates.

The exodus was not limited to players and fans. Lindsey Nelson, radio and TV voice of the Mets since their inception in 1962 left following the ’78 season, breaking up the 17-year radio-TV trio with Bob Murphy and Ralph Kiner. Organist Jarvis, “Shea’s Queen of Melody” since the park’s inception in 1964, announced her retirement in July 1979 (ironically, one day before the infamous “Disco Demolition Night” incident at Chicago’s Comiskey Park). Even Karl Ehrhardt, the sign man, abandoned the club in 1981. Looking around at the Spartan turnout of 10,406 on opening day, 1979, Ehrhardt held up a placard that read: “Not Many of Us Left.”

Seemingly, the only success the franchise enjoyed during those years was either on opening day, or when they faced Philadelphia’s Steve Carlton. They won all six of their season bows between 1978 and 1983 and split twenty decisions against the silent southpaw. That doesn’t seem like much until one considers the future Hall of Famer recorded a 10-52 log versus the rest of the NL.

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Sometimes It’s Not Easy Being a Fan

Richie Ashburn, swinging for the fences and not the little old ladies.

This story comes via my (Evander’s) good friend Mike in Toronto. I believe it appeared in the Toronto Star,* the newspaper Ernest Hemingway worked for (briefly) around the period of World War I. (For several months, I lived near the large house, at the rim of a ravine, which Hemingway had resided in.) The incident involves Richie Ashburn, a bat, two baseballs, and one grandmother and grandson with good seats….

“Sometimes the trivial turns transcendent, in a moment so improbable that it endures as a metaphor for the vagaries of life. Take what happened 55 years ago (1957) at Connie Mack Stadium in Philadelphia. The perp was the Phillies Richie Ashburn, a future Hall of Famer who slashed a foul into the stands that hit a fan, one Alice Roth, smack in the face, bloodying and busting her nose. Play was halted as medics worked on her (her eight-year-old grandson, trying to fetch the offending ball, was told by the man who’d nabbed it, ‘Go to hell, kid!’), then resumed as she was laid on a stretcher. On the next pitch, Ashburn slammed another foul—cracking Roth on the knee as she was carted out. What are the odds? Ashburn visited Roth in hospital and they became friends, forever connected by the cruel whims of the baseball gods”

* As Mike has responded and corrected me (thank you!), the above piece is excerpted from the Toronto Globe and Mail. (But it was nice to talk about Hemingway.)

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South Africa Ascend to Number One

South African cricket team

South Africa: Number One at last

It was only a matter of time before a team of such quality would take the top position among Test-playing nations, and when South Africa defeated England in a gripping final Test match at Lord’s in London, to take the series 2-0, it was also well-deserved. South Africa are quite simply the best balanced side in the world today, with four world-class batsmen in Graeme Smith, Hashim Amla, A. B. de Villiers, and Jacques Kallis and three of the best bowlers in the game today in Dale Steyn, Morne Morkel, and the ever-revelatory Vernon Philander. They possess a supreme all-rounder in Jacques Kallis and a more-than-useful leg spinner in Imran Tahir. After years of choking at the big moments and underperforming generally, South Africa now have the chance to dominate the game for the next two or three years in a way that Australia did a decade ago. Yes, they’re that good.

The England cricket team have problems. They were off the boil throughout this series, in spite of moments of inspiration that almost floored the South Africans. Stuart Broad is mysteriously off the pace as a bowler and the top four batsmen have not consistently put in the big scores that they used to. England’s fielding has also not been as sharp. None of it is catastrophic, and the emergence of Steven Finn and Jonny Bairstow as genuine Test-caliber players is good news.

But the big problem is Kevin Pietersen. It sounds as if he were an insufferably arrogant presence, someone only engaged with the England players on sufferance. It’s hard to see how his enormous talent (and fragile yet expansive ego) could fit once more into the England cricket team. Like Achilles with the Greeks, he is a distraction that could set back the campaign to regain the top position in world cricket for years. I (Martin) would suggest dropping him and rebuilding for the future, hard though that may be to swallow at the moment.

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The Melkman’s Matinee

Melky Cabrera, perhaps contemplating Zager and Evans’s “In the Year 2525” and the power of the Internet. (Doug Pensinger/Getty Images)

In a bizarre but hardly surprising twist to his 50-game-suspension tale, the Daily News discloses that erstwhile National League superstar Melky Cabrera had helpers concocting the Internet posting that was meant to keep him out of Dante’s (or Bud Selig’s) Steroid Inferno. One wonders what level of knuckleheadism a major-league player must reach (or descend to) to test positive, even to take a chance with performance-enhancers in the 2010s, particularly in the walk-year (as I believe it is) of his contract. Exhibit A was Manny Ramirez, super-duper-star. Exhibit B: Ryan Braun, 2011 N.L. batting champion, who got off due to a FedEx mixup, a subject featured in two of our blogs. Exhibit C: The 2012 All-Star Game Most Valuable Player. Perhaps it would be easier, as Martin suggests, to open a Steroids-and-HGH Wing in Cooperstown.

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Pesky, Stanky, the Scooter

Eddie Stanky (number 12) always in the face of Phil Rizzuto (number 10).

The passing of Johnny Pesky (see yesterday’s blog) reminded me (Evander) of a third player of similar size and high skill from the same generation. Eddie Stanky played for Brooklyn and New York in the National League. He and The Scooter (Phil Rizzuto of the Yankees) are immortally linked via a play in Game 3 of the 1951 World Series, when Stanky, also adept at soccer, knocked the ball out of Scooter’s glove while sliding into second base.

All three diminutive infielders, three very different souls and each essential to the success of several legendary franchises, can (maybe) now settle all the old scores in The Great Beyond.

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The John Michael Paveskovich Pole

Pesky joins Rizzuto. In the words of W. H. Auden, Pesky has become one of his own admirers.

Christened by one-time teammate and broadcaster Mel Parnell “The Pesky Pole,” at 302 feet from home plate in right field at Fenway Park a ball landing there was just the right distance for Johnny Pesky. Phil Rizzuto’s rival died yesterday. Pesky’s career was never the same after he served for three years during World War II. Yet even with only seventeen home runs in all and a shortened career, Pesky is a worthy candidate for the Baseball Hall of Fame. With the old Yankee Stadium right-field pole at an even more distance-challenged 296 feet from the plate, one might wonder what success Pesky would have had in New York, say if Rizzuto had played in Boston. The diminutive infielders provide a compelling parallel to the eternal question of how Ted Williams would have fared with the Yankees and how many home runs Joe DiMaggio might have powered with Boston’s famous Green Monster in his sights for 77 games each season. RIP Johnny Pesky.

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England v. South Africa, Second Test (or, The Kevin Pieterson Show)

Kevin Pietersen

We need to talk about Kevin

I (Martin), having been otherwise occupied with another little sporting event (or, more accurately, massive Olympic-sized occasion) occurring in England over the last couple of weeks, have not been faithful to my plan to blog on every day of every Test match between the first- and second-placed Test-cricket nations in the world. The Second Test match ended in a draw, which means that neither side could force a victory within the five days of the competition. Actually, South Africa offered up a sporting declaration in their second innings (leaving England to score around 250 runs in about the same number of balls). England made a go of it, but in the end lost too many wickets and batted out the remaining time to end 100 or so runs short.

The Test match was thrown into relief by England batsman Kevin Pietersen‘s activities both on and off the field. In the game itself, he hit an aggressive and imperious 149 in England’s first innings that transformed a difficult situation for the home side into a commanding one, on which they failed to capitalize. Pietersen has the rare ability to turn a game on its head and dominate the bowling in a way that’s perhaps unequaled in world cricket. He’s also temperamental, a curious combination of massive and fragile ego, and—all protestations of his commitment to teamwork aside—clearly aware that many people see him as the star of England’s show.

This facet of his complex genius has been on display off the field, as he tries to balance his box-office money-making potential, his family life, and the crazy demands of England’s schedule over the next eighteen months. In the last few months he’s (1) announced his wish to retire from all forms of one-day cricket; (2) indicated that he may not play Test cricket again; and (3) contritely stated that he’s changed his mind and wants to play all forms of the game again. Apparently, his antics have alienated some in the England dressing-room, and there even seem to be dark mutterings that the South African–born Pietersen may be overly chummy with the members of the team against which he’s meant to be competing.

The result is that England go into the Third (and final) Test match on Thursday mightily distracted. England need to win this game to retain their number-one status. The management have dropped Pietersen from the squad for insubordination, perhaps hoping that England’s team will want to show their best player that they can get along without him very well. Nonetheless, it’s a huge gamble: it’s as if your star slugger had just hit 4 for 5 to improve his average to .360 and you told him to go back to the minor leagues to cool off.

England have been here before: Pietersen wasn’t in the squad that thrashed the Australians at one-day cricket earlier this summer, and the team performed better without a similarly mercurial, crowd-pleasing, and oxygen-sucking player like Andrew Flintoff than with him. Cricket needs its personalities, but the team must come first; Pietersen is a world-class performer at the height of his powers, who could command large appearance fees; but he signed a contract and South Africa (which he left because he couldn’t get into the nation’s side over a decade ago) probably wouldn’t want him back. They’re so good they don’t need him.

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The Other Babe Could Play Baseball, Too

She wasn’t called “Babe” for nothing!

With so many U.S. women having taken gold medals in the just-concluded Summer Olympic Games, I (Evander) wanted to call your attention to perhaps the greatest all-round woman athlete of them all. The aptly named Babe Didrikson Zaharias (she married a Greek pro wrestler) earned the name “Babe” from the time, in girlhood, she hit five home runs in a game. Her baseball career didn’t end there. As a barnstorming pitcher for the House of David (the murky spiritual colony that sported Old Testament-length beards; they earn a mention in Right Off the Bat) and other clubs, Didrikson is said to have struck out Joe DiMaggio, on three pitches no less, with her blazing overhand stuff.

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