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Old Sport Shorts: What’s with all the Streaks? #36

A streak in sports by definition is an inherent, often  contrasting quality.  In other words, any streak needs a point of reference, a beginning.  A winning streak starts with a win, while a losing streak starts with a loss.  The most infamous “losing” streak in sports ended last November, when the Chicago Cubs finally reclaimed the World Series Championship again after a 108 year drought.  It may have seemed like a long time, but the fact still remains that they did win it before, which is a lot better than never having won it at all.  Their victory left the Cleveland Indians without a World Series title since 1948, 69 years of frustration, now the longest in Major League Baseball.  Once again, at least they were once a winner, and that streak of misfortune will someday end.

When the Cubs won the 1908 series, it started a streak of two, since they also won in 1909.  Will history repeat itself, or will Cleveland find an end to their ugly streak?  Baseball starts tonight, signifying the end of “March Madness,” which always gets a couple bonus days of April.  I’d like to call it “April Anguish” for all but one remaining college team.

It has been an eventful 35 days of streak-making and breaking.  After all, it takes a streak of least six games to win the N.C.A.A. Championship. The most notable streak in college basketball history ended this weekend with the Mississippi State Lady Bulldogs’ stunning overtime victory over the University of  Connecticut. One-Hundred-Eleven consecutive games is a remarkable feat, but ending it was even more newsworthy!  I’m sure the Huskies will rebound once they’ve had a chance to reflect on their remarkable accomplishments.  After all, every streak eventually comes to an end – right Chicago?

A few pieces of “March Madness” are being assembled in these April bonus days.  The Oregon Ducks have not won a National Championship since 1939, making their first Final Four since that eventful year.  If you do the math, that’s 78 years, a streak that will unfortunately continue at least another year after yesterday’s loss.  Yet, once again they have at least won one.  Gonzaga University, on the other hand, entered the Final Four for the first time ever, and they’ve never won a National Championship.   The Zag’s steak of Final Four appearances starts at one, and we’ll see what happens on Monday night.   South Carolina, had both a men’s and women’s team in the Final Four this year.  In years prior, the Gamecock men’s team had never won back-to-back tourney games, let alone make a Final Four.  The women had also never been to a Final Four, so there was little tourney history to draw from both of these teams.  The South Carolina women still have a chance tonight to win their first national title.  Conversely, their Carolina neighbors to the North have been to 20 Final Fours and have won 5 National Championships. The Tar Heels men’s team won it it last in 2009, so it’s been only seven years since they’ve captured the big one.  The fate of that streak too, will be decided on Monday night when they battle Gonzaga for the crown.

Before “March Madness,” there was “Hoosier Hysteria.”  Every state has its high school basketball history, but I would argue that there is none greater than the state of Indiana, especially when the single-class tournament existed.  Or is that just bias? The very best story was captured in the movie, Hoosiers,  based on the Milan Indians basketball team of 1954.  Milan has not won a state championship since that fateful year, a drought of 63 years and perhaps another movie in the making when that lengthy streak eventually ends.  One of the teams that Milan defeated in the 1954 tournament was Indianapolis Crispus Attucks, the first all-African-American high school in Indiana.  The Attucks “Flying Tigers” were led that year by Sophomore Oscar Robertson, the Big O.   As most know, Robertson eventually landed in the NBA Hall of Fame.  Following the Milan Miracle of 1954, Crispus Attucks and Oscar Robertson won the next two Indiana State High School Basketball Championships, losing only one game in 1955 and going undefeated at 31-0 in 1956.  After “Big O” graduated and continued his basketball excellence at the University of Cincinnati, Attucks won the State Championship again in 1959.  Just last week, Crispus Attacks claimed another championship.  It only took 58 years, while Milan is still counting.  Oscar Robertson at age 78 handed out the medals.

In 1971, I went to my first NBA game in Milwaukee and was fortunate to see Oscar Robertson and Kareem Abdul-Jabbar play for the Bucks.  I find it interesting that the Indiana Pacers will don the Hickory High School uniforms from Hoosiers and play the Milwaukee Bucks on April 6th. To me, it commemorates that 1954 tournament game, 63 years ago, between the Milan Indians and Oscar Robertson’s Crispus Attucks Tigers.  It’s a great way to celebrate “Hoosier Hysteria” and “March Madness in April.”  Let’s now get ready for baseball season that starts tonight and the Masters Golf Tournament and see what other streaks we can start or break?

 

 

 

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Old Sport Shorts: It’s Miller Time! #35

“March Madness” has just been that!  For me it started with some hope.  Indiana University beat Iowa in the first round of the Big Ten Basketball Tournament, but that bubble burst quickly.  It had been a frustrating season with the Hoosiers starting strong with victories over two eventual Number 1 tourney seeds, North Carolina and Kansas.  It looked like a certain invitation to the NCAA tournament and an exciting year for the team.  Then the wheels fell off, one at a time. Senior leader Colin Hartman out for the year, a shocking loss to Fort Wayne, a season ending injury to O.G. Anunoby, another James Blackman knee issue, and a team that led the nation in turnovers, of all things.  Every game was a nightmare with rumblings about the future of head coach, Tom Crean.

Tom Crean came to Indiana from Marquette, a team know for its reckless brand of fast-break basketball.  The quick pace lead to turnover after turnover, embarrassing to a Hoosier Nation comfortable with a Bob Knight philosophy that stressed fundamentals and defense.  However, circumstances following the Kelvin Sampson debacle required a complete rebuild of the program and Tom Crean accomplished that challenge, winning two Big Ten Championships in his nine-year tenure.  However, the program has been a roller coaster ride with discipline problems, injuries, and tourney short-falls.  Indiana fans were used to winning, and Tom Crean was not their man to do it!

The last Indiana national championship was in 1987, with the unbeatable coach and player duo of Bob Knight and Steve Alford.  That was 30 long years ago!  Since that time, Bob Knight has turned into a bitter old man, and Steve Alford has put together an outstanding UCLA team in the tradition of fellow-Hoosier legend, John Wooden.  The I.U. basketball team went from Big Ten Champions to N.I.T. (not in tournament).  To make matters worse, they mysteriously declined the home-court advantage in their NIT opener against Georgia Tech and lost.  Tom Crean was fired several days later.  I was frankly surprised that I.U. Athletic Director, Fred Glass, pulled the trigger.  I knew Crean was in trouble, but felt the injury situation might save his job and that we would suffer through another year of disappointment.  Suddenly, it was Miller Time!

Many names came to the forefront, once the decision was made to replace Crean.  Brad Stevens topped the list that included other NBA coaches, up-and-coming college coaches, and of course, Steve Alford, always a Hoosier favorite. Alford had been a candidate to replace Mike Davis, who after “replacing the irreplaceable” Bob Knight, promptly took the Hoosiers to the 2002 NCAA Championship game but lost to future Big Ten foe Maryland.  It would have been more difficult to replace him had they won that game, but many believe that history led to a decision between Kelvin Sampson and Steve Alford.  Unfortunately, Alford was  not the winner, and Indiana eventually faced the wrath of NCAA sanctions, and the beginning of the Tom Crean era.

Alford has lost another battle in the course of those 30 fruitless years of Indiana basketball.  Following his leadership in winning the National Championship, not to mention helping Team U.S.A. secure an Olympic Gold Medal in 1983, Alford was the favorite to be the top draft pick for the Indiana Pacers.  General manager, Donnie Walsh, went against Hoosier sentiment and selected Reggie Miller as their top pick in the 1987 NBA draft.  It was a decision that turned out to be a great one.  Even Steve Alford agrees.  However, that was not the only time he was out-Miller-ed!

Reggie Miller retired as a Pacer, and was inducted in the Naismith Memorial Basketball Hall of Fame.  Alford earned the 26th pick of the Dallas Maverick, played a  four-year stint in the NBA, but only started three games over his career.  He then went into coaching, starting with North Manchester University in Indiana.  By 1995, he had moved on to Missouri State, taking them to the Sweet 16, followed by Iowa and New Mexico head coaching positions.  The road eventually led to UCLA in 2013.  Along the way, I’m sure he was considered many times by his Indiana alma mater, but it has yet to happen.  Many hoped that he would jump at the chance when Crean was dismissed, but why leave behind a promising recruiting class that he had built at U.C.L.A.?  After all, he had just achieved the Sweet 16 once again, and seemed to be in great standing with the U.C.L.A. fan base.

As it turned out, Alford would once again lose favor to a Miller.  This time, instead of Reggie, it was Archie.  Alford’s Bruins lost to Kentucky, and Indiana announced that Archie Miller from Dayton would take over the Hoosier reins for 2018.  I’m excited for the change in leadership, but disappointed that the only “March Madness” headlines that Indiana made in 2017 was the coaching change.  Budweiser take a seat, because if you were a Spike Lee hater and a current Hoosier supporter you know that in Indiana, it’s “Miller Time” once again!

 

 

Retirement is not without Hassles: Spring Break #34

Remember when your life used to revolve around spring break?  Maybe it still does?  It was when you took at least half of your vacation time, with the other half used to extend the time off around holidays.  Almost everyone can recall an eventful spring break vacation, when you packed up the car and adventured to new places.  Well, retirement is a new place, and it takes preparation and planning to get there.  This is why I encourage practice in the years leading up to this goal, and why many companies give you more vacation time as a benefit of staying with them.

Try to imagine what a day of retirement would be for you – what would you do with your time?  What would a week be like, a month be like, or a year be like?  Put some thought into a weekly schedule, and write down what each day would involve if you weren’t spending that time working.  This is a very important aspect of practicing for retirement.

What would your life be like without spring break, other vacations, holidays, and weekends?  A life where every day is an exercise in personal discipline.  What time would you get up in the morning?  When would you go to bed?  I was comfortable establishing a routine, similar to the routine that I had while working.  Maybe you would structure your day differently?  I get up just before my working wife awakes, do some stretching and strength exercises, take the dogs outside for a short walk, go for a three-mile run to gather my thoughts, write those thoughts down in this blog, and then take the dogs for a longer walk down to Starbucks, where we all enjoy a treat.  Yes, you still have to reward yourself in retirement, after all there are no bonuses, overtime, or employee of the month programs.  There are incentives, like travel, if you can afford it, and the pleasure of knowing that you don’t have to go to work tomorrow.

The good news is that all your time is now yours.  The kids are hopefully grown, you can choose how involved in the lives of grandchildren you want to be, and there’s a whole world out there for you to explore, whether through reading, video, or visiting.   There are movies to watch, documentaries and biographies to ponder, sporting events to enjoy, new acquaintances to make, and old friendships to renew.  I’m excited about all of these wonderful opportunities.  My life is now not consumed with getting a promotion, buying a better car or a bigger home, paying for college educations, or simply being the best at what I do.  I’ve already admitted that as a competitive person I’ve had moments of envy when someone else finds a better way to fill a day of retirement.  Sometimes I wish I had saved more, made more, or had more. In general I’m content, however, in having good health and some financial resources to fulfill some of my bucket list.

During my run this morning, I could actually see the sun come up.  It wasn’t totally dark and overcast.  I could see where all that rain was doing its magic.  Trees and flowers were blooming – spring was in the air.  It was what made me think of spring break and new beginnings, like my venture into retirement.  I just had a complete physical with positive results and I’m looking forward to at least a week of travel in each of the remaining months this year.  It didn’t even really dawn on me until just now that today is Friday.

I was in court-side, half-court seats last night for the Blazers game against the Rockets,  I’m not sure you could really have better seats for a basketball game.  The Ducks are in the Final Four against North Carolina tomorrow, as are the Zags who play South Carolina.  These are the events that now dominate my calendar, not business meetings.  Next week I’ll visit Chavez Ravine, Dodger Stadium, for the first time, joining my wife on her business trip.  I’ll probably also catch a tour bus, while she covers her appointments.

Life is good and retirement is great.  I’ll let you know if there are any hassles.  In the meantime, I’ll leave you with another poem:

 

Retire

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I’ve spent all my life,

Working for Friday.

Soon every day,

Will be a Saturday.

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No more Monday’s,

No more Hump Days.

I’m about to enter,

The retirement phase.

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I saved some money,

Have a company plan.

Will I spend my Saturday’s,

Working on my tan?

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With any luck,

I’ll have enough.

So cutting back,

Won’t be too tough.

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So how will I fill,

Each waking day?

Will I be lazy?

And just play.

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I begin a new life,

Be the boss of me.

There’s a whole world,

Out there to see.

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Maybe new hobbies?

Volunteer some hours?

More education?

Smell the flowers?

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Watch more sports?

Write more silly rhyme?

Catch up on reading?

Lose track of time?

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And I realize,

That there will be.

An occasional bad day,

Where I won’t be free.

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Because the thing,

That I like alot.

Those good days working,

Can’t beat bad days not.

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A perpetual weekend,

Or maybe the beginning?

As the years go by,

And my hair keeps thinning.

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Health matters,

Appointments to keep.

And those concerns,

That won’t let me sleep.

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But the fact remains,

There’s still a perk.

I won’t have to get up,

And go to work.

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Copyright May 2015

johnstonwrites.com

Retirement is not without Hassles: My Day – Alone Time #30

I published my first “Retirement is not without Hassles” post 12 weeks ago today.  At first, I was excited with all the comments I was getting – then I discovered that most all of them were spam.  It’s hard to know who is reading my words. Last night we watched the movie “Julie and Julia,” the story of a blogger, Julie, and her efforts to prepare all of Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking recipes in a one year span of time.   It had a happy ending with Julie eventually seeing more and more activity on her site and securing a lucrative publishing contract.  I think that all of us who blog have this fantasy of fame that we are trying to achieve, but unfortunately only a few of us succeed.  With this in mind, I’m satisfied with doing this solely for myself, enjoying the satisfaction of putting words on a page.

I am convinced that I’m what they call an “extro-introvert.”  I enjoy spending time with others but I also crave my alone time.  Today is MY DAY.  It’s as good as any Friday or Saturday and definitely a benefit of retirement.  While I was working, I certainly found time alone, but it was tarnished with guilt about not working.  Today this is my work.  I haven’t had a morning alone in well over a week, and I miss it.  We were traveling to see family and then my wife got the flu, staying home from work for two days prior to the weekend.  I enjoy her company as an extrovert, but needed my time alone as an introvert.  I’m very good at doing nothing, but I need to write about my thoughts and feelings.  I haven’t been able to do that for the last two weeks.

Yes, I love my wife, enjoy watching movies with her, and want to hear about her daily accomplishments.  I look forward to our Wednesday date night, cook for her on Tuesday night, and share my running time with her and our dogs on the weekend.  However, Monday morning has become favorite time of the week.  She’s at work, doing what she wants to do, and I’m alone with the dogs and my computer.  Hopefully, some of my best writing will happen on Monday mornings, a time that I used to dread in my working days.  I even enjoy doing housework on Monday afternoon – something I won’t be doing today because after being home and sick for several days, my wife started to notice the shortcomings of my cleaning skills.  At her suggestion, I had to clean on Saturday, instead.

I did watch a lot of basketball over the past week.  “March Madness” was filled with firsts.  The Oregon Ducks made the Final Four for the first time since 1939, when they won the very first College Basketball Championship.  The South Carolina Gamecocks earned their first Final Four appearance ever!  Indiana University hired a new basketball coach, making March headlines despite a disappointing season.  Finally, the  Indianapolis Crispus Attucks high school basketball team won it’s first Indiana State title since 1959, when they were led to an undefeated season by round-ball legend Oscar Robertson.  The “Big O” himself, at age 78, was there to hand out the medals – cool.   These milestones probably don’t mean anything to anyone but me, but since it’s MY DAY I get to reflect on what’s meaningful in history to me.

When I write about the hassles of retirement, I’m sure you realize I’m in most cases being facetious.   Hassles, or what an optimist calls challenges, are simply a part of life.  It’s just that in retirement they seem to be magnified since there are no work distractions anymore.  I could lament on the two doctor appointments that I have this week, but I’m also looking forward to five MY DAYS in a row, followed by the weekend of OUR TIME with my wife.

My Day

There’s reason to change,

The days of the week.

Since I no longer work,

They need a slight tweak.

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There’s no more Holidays,

Every day’s the same.

It’s only on my calendar,

If there’s a Big Game.

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Weekends are now,

Just another day.

Since in retirement,

We don’t wait to play.

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Mondays no longer,

Are filled with dread.

No clock to punch,

Just stay in bed.

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You don’t wake up,

Thinking “Only Tuesday?”

There’s four more days,

Until it’s Saturday.

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Hump Day’s gone,

No mid-week trauma.

The week’s half-over,

Has lost its drama.

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Thursday’s hope,

That when it passes.

“Thank God It’s Friday!”

Proclaim the masses.

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It disappears,

And you sleep in.

Slips quickly by,

Oh, not again.

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Where’d Saturday go?

You moan on Sunday.

My weekend’s gone,

It’s almost Monday.

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Only Pay Day,

Seems rewarding.

Your life is like,

A looped recording.

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Then you retire,

And begin to reflect.

The seven-day cycle,

Now easy to reject.

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You don’t look forward,

To it being Friday.

Every day of the week,

Is simply My Day.

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Copyright 2017 johnstonwrites.com

 

 

Old Sport Shorts: March “Bad”ness #23

Typically this is my favorite time of the year.  After all, it’s “March Madness!”  The sun should be shining, the NCAA basketball tourney is about to begin, and Spring Training is in full swing.  On Sunday, the basketball brackets will be announced, and since I’m now retired, I can watch all the games I want without feeling guilty about skipping work.  I also have the freedom to travel and see my team play once the pairings are set in place this weekend.  Unfortunately my team, Indiana , has played “badly” this year and unless a minor miracle occurs and they can win three more games in the Big Ten Tournament, I will not have a team to follow throughout March Madness.  I could be stuck with “March Badness,” and a spot in the N.I.T. (Not in Tournament).  Should I also mention that the sun is not shining, as the Portland monsoon continues?  No sun and no team equals a BAD March and a reason to be MAD.

I am excited today, as the Indiana team seems to have come together, so I’m meeting some fellow alumni at Buffalo Wild Wings for the televised game this afternoon against Wisconsin.   Indiana cannot seem to beat Wisconsin so I have reduced expectations.  However, yesterday’s get together for the game against Iowa created some guarded optimism. As a friend pointed out, all Indiana has to do is win 10 straight games to win the National Championship, something I haven’t witnessed since 1986 – over 30 years ago.  It’s a great memory – taking time off work to drive to New Orleans and win it all on a last second shot.  I’d like to have just one more of those memories before I die.  I won’t have to take off work to do it – if the team is willing and able.

I have another reason to be upset.  Having grown up in Indiana, the rival school Purdue has already won the regular season Big Ten Championship and I’m jealous.  I’ve lost most of my hatred for Purdue, since a “cruel” twist of fate took my career to Lafayette and the Boilermaker community.  I used to always say:  “Spring arrives when Indiana is still playing basketball and Purdue is not.”   Since Spring in Portland is all about rain – it’s no longer one of my favorite seasons, and Purdue is no longer my enemy.  I also have to contend with the Butler Bulldogs, since my wife is a graduate. Both Purdue and Butler are on firmly on track this year to be part of the Big Dance.  I hate to say it but Indiana just may be the first sign of Spring this year!

My friends and I are making plans to go to San Jose for the Sweet 16, with expectations of Gonzaga or Oregon playing there.  These are two teams that I’ve adopted since moving to Portland, but I can’t seem to find the same passion that I feel for Indiana.  Maybe Purdue or Butler will be there – who knows?  I do enjoy the excitement of high school and college basketball, so regardless of who makes the Sweet 16 it will be a fun weekend and a reunion with other college buddies that I haven’t seen since that last Indiana National Championship.

It’s been a good sports year for me so far!  The Cubs are World Champions and I was there.  Plus, I’ve already been to one Spring Training game with plans to attend regular season games in LA, Chicago, and Seattle.  I also plan to attend All Star Weekend in Miami with my son.  Baseball seems to have surpassed Basketball as my favorite sport for the first time in my life – and they say you’re too old to change.

I like this retirement stage in life, and hope that it doesn’t get “old.”  I know that I will – but I don’t have to play – just watch!  Go Hoosiers!

Retirement is not without Hassles: Getting going each day #17

In my humble opinion, getting out of bed is one of the hardest tasks in life.  I am not one of those that jumps out of bed each morning anxious for a new day.  I always want another hour of sleep, regardless of what time I get up.  I’m currently staying with my son and his family, as I continue my retirement tour across the country – Oregon to Arizona to Florida. There’s a three hour time difference from home to here, so I’m constantly trying to figure out what time it really is and which time zone better suits my needs at any given moment.  They have all left for school and work, while I stayed in bed an extra hour this morning.  I still wanted another hour of sleep – just because!

As I have for the last 10 years, I always get up and go for a run.  It’s not much to look forward to, but it keeps me going and has provided the necessary bridge between those working days and retirement days.  Nothing has changed in the first two hours of my day in quite some time:  I get up, walk the dogs, dawdle a bit, do some stretching, sit-ups, push-ups, lace up my Nike shoes, run, relax at the computer, and get dressed.  It’s almost mechanical – I’ve done it now for 2,984 consecutive days.   How do I know?  www.runeveryday.com computes it for me.

What I do after that two-hour “warm up” period varies each day.  It used to be work, but now I mostly get to do what I want to do.  Yes, I have my honey-do list, household and pet responsibilities, and fix-it tasks – those are the hassles of retirement.  At least, now, I don’t also have to face the hassles of a day of work.  I’ve been reminded the past few days of how tough it is to raise a family, get kids off to school, earn a living, and crash after a long day of no time for yourself. However, I’m a grandfather and a guest in my son’s home, so all I have to do is sit back and watch the action!  It’s exhausting just to watch!  I do try to help relieve some of the pain, provide some financial support, and stay out of the way.  I also limit my visits to a few days at a time so I don’t “hang around in the air” like a fish dinner.  After all, I have hassles of my own, remember!

I took the kids to Disney, the Daytona 500, and to a Spring Training game.  I will be flying back tomorrow with a thin wallet and the satisfaction of being a good grandfather and father for a few days.  Hopefully, I’ve provided a little relief to their complicated lives.  At times, I feel guilty for bringing him into this world, and other times I feel like a proud parent, as somehow they get by – just as I did all those years.  Now, I just smile as I reflect on school, college, marriage, family, marriage again, and work-work- work, knowing that all of those stages are behind me.  I also have to thank my wife, who is home taking care of the pets and working hard.  She’s helping make this visit possible and I miss her.  All I have left to deal with are the “hassles of retirement,” that today I say with tongue in cheek!

I will return to Portland late tomorrow, enjoy a happy hour get-together with friends still working to kick of my “weekend,”  do laundry, and relax a few weeks before the “hassles” of travel kick into gear once again.  My wife and I will be going to Indianapolis to visit her 96 year old mother, then Hawaii and Paris to round out the first half of the 2017 retirement tour.  I might even sneak in a trip to San Jose to hopefully watch the Oregon Ducks in the Sweet 16, since my Indiana Hoosiers will not make the cut.

Well, back to reality, my doctor’s office just called and I need to schedule a follow-up visit – speaking of hassles.  I see the Chiropractor on Thursday and the Dentist on Friday to round out the week.  Friends say  I look good on the outside, but I’m definitely “rusted out on the inside:”

Rust in Peace

People say I’m younger,

Than I look.

That my body’s youthful,

In any fitness book.

 

They like the way I dress,

And my childish grin.

My hair’s still there,

My figure thin.

 

But trapped inside,

Many years of stress.

Anger and pain,

I must confess.

 

Disappointment,

Pain and loss.

Troubles at home,

A demanding boss.

 

Looks good outside,

But rusty inside.

So many cracks,

I’m able to hide.

 

Like a vintage auto,

Shiny and sleek.

But my undercarriage,

Is rusted out and weak.

 

Blood pressure high,

Reflexes slow.

Another gasket,

About to blow.

 

Used to be fast,

Much in demand.

Cocky and confident,

The world in hand.

 

Just a few wrinkles,

Teeth still white.

A couple of dents,

From a fist fight.

 

Tan and fit,

You think I’m lookin’ good.

Just wait until,

You look under my hood.

 

Looks good outside,

But rusty inside.

So many cracks,

I’m able to hide.

 

 Like a vintage auto,

Shiny and sleek.

But my undercarriage,

Is rusted out and weak

 

Rev up my engine,

And hear it sputter.

My arteries clogged,

With too much butter.

 

A little beer gut,

But you should see my liver.

A little soft in spots,

But I can still deliver.

 

In  no time flat,

Zero to Eighty.

Driven only on Sunday,

By my old lady.

 

When my time runs out,

They’ll look at me and say.

What a good looking corpse,

He even hid the gray.

 

Looks good outside,

But rusty inside.

So many cracks,

I’m able to hide.

 

Like a vintage auto,

Shiny and sleek.

But my undercarriage,

Is rusted out and weak.

 

johnstonwrites

Copyright April 2009

 

 

Old Sport Shorts: Would you spend $10 for a place in Baseball History? #11

The Fort Wayne Kekiongas back in 1871 invested $10 in the newly formed National Association of Professional Base Ball Players (NAPBBP).  It evolved from the National Association of Base Ball Players (NABBP), with the decision to legitimately pay players, a practice that had been going on under-the-table for years.  The original organization had its first convention of sixteen New York City area clubs in 1857, and grew to over 400 members by 1867.  These included teams from San Francisco and Louisiana.  By 1869, clubs desiring to pay their players were free to declare themselves professional.  The Cincinnati Red Stockings were the first professional team established in a new league of twelve, but issues involving championship procedures and player regulation, added the additional “P for Professional” in the NABBP alphabet soup to start the 1871 season.  For the next two years the NAPBBP oversaw the game of baseball, before state and regional associations took over these responsibilities.

As a side note, it was the NAPBBP (National Association) in 1867 that established in its rules to bar any club “composed of one or more colored persons.”   This racist attitude was fueled by Chicago’s Cap Anson, who played for Rockford against the Kekiongas in 1871.  Thirteen years later in 1884, Anson’s White Stockings (or Colts) had won three consecutive National Association titles and was playing Toledo. Moses Fleetwood Walker, their mulatto catcher, was the target of Anson’s prejudice, when he stated, “won’t play never no more with the nigger in.”  Unfortunately, his attitude at the time was further enforced by the leagues in 1897.  Detroit’s Ty Cobb was another great player who allegedly was a racist when it came to baseball.  It wasn’t until April 15, 1947 that Dodger’s owner Branch Rickey introduced Jackie Robinson, who finally broke the baseball color barrier, and led the integration of the sport.

Native Americans also faced baseball’s color barrier, so it’s ironic that any team be named after Indian terminology. The word Kekionga means “Blackberry Patch” in the language of the Miami Indians who settled at where the St. Joseph River flows into the St. Mary’s River to form the Maumee River.  Today the city of Ft. Wayne is known for the “Three Rivers,” Johnny Appleseed, and General “Mad” Anthony Wayne.  It’s also known for a sports heritage that includes the Kekiongas, the NBL Champion Zolner Pistons (who moved to Detroit), the Ft. Wayne Daisies All-American girl’s professional baseball team, and the Men’s and Girl’s 1944 World Champion Zolner Pistons softball teams.  It’s currently home to three minor league sports teams:  Fort Wayne Comets hockey of the ECHL, Mad Ants of the NBA Development League, and the Tin Cups of baseball’s Midwest League.

Baseball history was made on May 4, 1871 when the Kekiongas beat the Cleveland Forest Citys 2-0 in the very first professional baseball game.  It was that $10 franchise fee into the NAPBBP and a coin flip, or maybe a rainout of the Boston vs. Washington D.C. scheduled opener as another account suggests, that earned this place in baseball lore.  Bobby Matthews pitched the shutout that was rained out in the top of the 9th inning.  Matthews was one of several players recruited by the Kekiongas from a mid-season break-up of the Maryland Club of Baltimore.  He’s credited for inventing the spitball and being the first master of the curve.  He went on to play five seasons each in the National Association, National League, and American Association, becoming the only pitcher of over 100 games to win at least 50 in three different major leagues.  Deacon White, who collected 3 hits against Matthews, was the other historic player in that first game, who’s 22-year career ended as playing owner of Buffalo’s Brotherhood team.

Jim Foran, who came from the Philadelphia Athletics (1869) and Troy Haymakers (1870) led the Kekiongas in hitting at .348 for the 1871 season.  Catcher and Manager Bill Lennon, also part of the migration of Kekionga players from Maryland is credited with throwing out the very first major league baserunner attempting to steal.  Harry Deane took over the managing duties from Lennon after he deserted the Kekiongas in mid-June.  His claim to fame was a substitute player for the Cincinnati Red Stockings in 1870, filling  in for an injured George Wright at shortstop.  He played center field during his brief stint in Fort Wayne, and eventually joined the Baltimore Canaries for 46 games in 1874.

Prior to their historical game with the Forest Citys, the Kekiongas played the legendary undefeated (57 victories and one tie) 1869 Cincinnati Red Stockings twice.  The Red Stockings employed all paid players legally according to the NAPBBP rules established that year.  The Red Stockings, of course, won both games 86-6 and 41-7 respectably.  Baseball in Ft. Wayne was organized in 1862 as the Summit City Club.  In 1866, following the Civil War, a second team, the Kekionga Baseball Club of Fort Wayne emerged.  In the years to follow, the Kekiongas played Summit City, Sydney (Ohio), Peru, Toledo, Kendallville, and tried to schedule games with LaPorte and other surrounding teams.  It was apparently hard to find competition, and when game was finally scheduled the visiting club would often be treated like royalty.  Eventually, the opportunity to join a league was worth the $10 and the chance to play regularly.  It is ironic that the Kekiongas who were never a very good team, often “reorganizing” to lure opponents into thinking they were playing an improved team, got this honor to play the very first game on their home field where the lavish grandstand was known as the “Grand Dutchess.”

What’s in a name?

In addition to the Kekiongas and Forest Citys, the other 1871 professional teams included the New York Mutuals, Chicago White Stockings, Boston Red Stockings, Philadelphia Athletics, Washington Olympics, Troy Haymakers, and Rockford Forest Citys.  All were recognized in the standings only by their nick-name, not the city where they resided.  The nick-name “Forest City” was obviously quite popular, with two clubs of the same name in the same league.  Of all these teams, only the Chicago White Stockings survived attrition and continuously played in the same city into today’s game.  The Chicago White Stockings name stuck through 1889, becoming the Colts (Anson’s Colts) through 1905, along with “Orphans” and “Remnants,” as the media referred to them following the departure of Anson.  The name “Cubs” surfaced around 1902 and gained the popularity necessary to earn its official place in 1906 throughout today. The White Stockings, according to some sources, were also called the Panamas, Rainmakers, Spuds, Trojans, Microbes, and Zephyrs before the Cubs name finally stuck.

The Philadelphia Athletics won the 1871 title winning 21 games.  The Chicago White Stockings finished two games back, followed by the Boston Red Stockings.  The Kekiongas only won seven games out of the 19 they played, with no victories over these top three teams in the league.  It was their final season, with rumors of the team moving to Brooklyn to become the Dodgers.  This was, in fact, a question in the game Trivial Pursuit – so it has to be true!  There are some connections to Brooklyn, including the two teams from Brooklyn that joined the National Association in the place of Ft. Wayne and Rockford the following year, but only one Kekionga player joined a Brooklyn team.

Kekiongas no more 1872-1875

The 1872 season included eleven teams.  The Kekiongas and Rockford Forest Citys were out and the Baltimore Canaries, Middletown Mansfields, and two teams from Brooklyn (Eckfords and Atlantics) were in.  The Mansfields existed only that year but featured future Hall of Famers Asa Brainard, who was a star pitcher for the 1869 Cincinnati Red Stockings and also played for the Canaries and Olympics, plus catcher Jim O’Rourke, who moved on to Boston.  Tom Carey and Bobby Matthews moved from the Kekiongas to the Canaries, while their teammate in Ft. Wayne, James McDermott went on to pitch for the Brooklyn Eckfords.  Other stars in the league included Cap Anson of the Athletics, and Deacon White of the Forest Citys.  The Washington Nationals did not win a game, and folded after a short season along with the Olympics.

1873 reverted back to 9 teams with the loss of the Nationals, Olympics, Mansfields, Eckfords, and Forest Citys.  The Washington Blue Legs, Elizabeth Resolutes, and the Baltimore Marylands joined.  The Blue Legs would lose all 6 games they played, and the 1874 season would add the Hartford Dark Blues and Philadelphia Whites to an 8-team league.  Boston would win it again with 52 victories, up from 43 the year before.   They would go on to win 71 in 1875, the final year of the NAPBBP.  Newcomers would be the St. Louis Brown Stockings, The New Haven Elm Citys, the St. Louis Red Stockings, the Philadelphia Centennials, and Keokuk Westerns, growing the league to a record 13 teams, even though the franchise fee had doubled to $20.  Hall of Fame bound players included George and Harry Wright from Boston, Pud Galvin from St. Louis (the first pitcher to win 300 games), and Candy Cummings of the New York Mutuals.  It should be noted that even though the Kekiongas only made it through year one of the league, their pitcher Bobby Matthews did manage to win 297 games (just short of the magic number), had eight 20 win seasons, and won 42 games in 1874 for the New York Mutuals, although it was not enough to get him in the Hall of Fame.

1875 marked the end of the NAPBBP (National Association) and the formation of the National League by William Hulbert, a Chicago businessman. As a baseball enthusiast and officer with the Chicago White Stockings, he was upset with the dominance of the four-time National Association Champion Boston Red Stockings and their alleged conspiracy against the success of “Western” clubs.  Furthermore, he was tired of contract jumpers, like his shortstop Davy Force, who was trying to get more money from the rival Philadelphia Athletics.  To get even, he signed future Hall of Famers Albert Spalding, Deacon White, and Cap Anson, among others, to move to Chicago.  In the process, he formed the new National League on February 2, 1876. The new league consisted of the Boston Red Stockings (now the Atlanta Braves), Chicago White Stockings (now the Chicago Cubs), Cincinnati Red Stockings, Hartford Dark Blues, Louisville Grays, Mutual of New York, Philadelphia Athletics, and St. Louis Brown Stockings.  Included in his plan was limiting membership to cities of over 75,000.  This would have affected a small time club like the Kekiongas had they been able to stay together. Absent from the former National  Association were The Brooklyn Atlantics, New Haven, Philadelphia Centennials, and Keokuk (Iowa) Westerns.  Keokuk was another small-town team that had gone out of business after a 1-12 record.  Their catcher “Paddy” Quinn had made his major league debut with the Ft. Wayne Kekiongas in 1871 and ended his career with the Chicago White Stockings in 1877.  New Haven and the Centennials were both one-season teams, while the Atlantics continued to play independently after not being invited to join the National League.

The New National League 1876-1900

White and Spalding, plus Cal McVey and Ross Barnes, two more of Hulbert’s acquisitions, led the Chicago White Stockings to the 1876 pennant, ending the dominance of the Red Stockings.  Spalding started his Sporting Goods business in Chicago and Hulbert became President of the White Stockings and the National League.  He eventually was recognized as a Hall of Fame inductee himself in 1995, nearly 125 years later. But in 1877, the Hartford team moved to Brooklyn and became the Brooklyn Hartfords, the New York Mutuals and Philadelphia Athletics dropped out of his league, and the Red Stockings became simply the Reds.  Unfortunately for Hulbert, Boston (renamed the Red Caps) jumped back on top, while the White Stockings finished next to last.

In 1878, Blues and Grays joined the league, as Indianapolis, Providence, and Milwaukee respectively fielded teams.  The Red Caps and Reds finished first and second, while the White Stockings finished at .500 and in fourth of only six teams.  Finally, a league resurgence occurred with the addition of the Buffalo Bisons, Cleveland Blues, Syracuse Stars, and Troy Trojans.  By 1880 the White Stockings and Hulbert were back on top of the now 8 team league, including the Worchesters from Worchester.  Cincinnati would leave for the newly forming American Association, replaced by the Detroit Wolverines. The revolving door at the bottom of the league would continue, but the White Stockings prevailed for back-to-back-to-back crowns 1980-1982.

1882 was the year baseball’s American Association got its start, known as the “Beer and Whiskey League,” consisting of “River City” teams from Pittsburgh, Cincinnati, St. Louis, and Louisville.  Many of these teams had left, or were asked to leave, the “puritanical” National League because of gambling, religion, and alcohol related issues.  It’s ironic that the new league was abbreviated to “AA.”  As the two leagues competed for players, it was decided that beginning in 1884 the winner of the NL would meet the winner of the AA in a Championship game.  This innovation set the stage for what would eventually become the  World Series of 1903.  The first AA league winner was the Cincinnati Reds, but it was the 1884 New York Metropolitans that lost the first “World Championship” to the Providence Grays of the NL.  The series would continue until 1890, with the only NL loss by the Chicago White Stockings of 1886 to the St. Louis Browns.  There were several ties.

The New American League 1901 and the World Series

In 1901, the National League’s modern rival, the American League of Professional Baseball Clubs, was founded. By then it had been 30 years since the Kekiongas hosted the very first National Association professional game and 25 years after the first National League season.  I guess the question is when does baseball history start.  Does it start with the Knickerbocker era back in 1842?  the Doubleday myth back in 1839? Or 1947 when the game was finally integrated?  Cap Anson was a competitor.  I think his prejudicial words were designed to give him a better chance to be a star and claim a championship by simply excluding an entire race.  It is the judgement of organizations like Major League Baseball and The Hall of Fame as to what should be recognized as baseball history and who should be recognized for firsts in the sport?  There are those that believe that organized baseball began with the National League in 1875.  These were essentially the exact same players and teams that played in the National Association of 1871, and its predecessor the NABBP of 1857.  The baseball genealogy then extends back to the Knickerbocker leagues of 1842, and maybe even to that game in Cooperstown in 1839, when Abner Doubleday was at West Point.  I feel it extends back to the first time that a club connected with a projectile with the object being to hit it as far as you can – if you can hit it.  As we try to give credit to this unknown moment in history, let’s also give credit to that $10 investment that the Ft. Wayne Kekiongas made to the NAPBBP, when playing baseball became a career, worthy of statistics, rather than a pastime.

Starting in 1903, the best team from each league began competing against each other in the World Series.   The first “World Champions” were the Boston Americans – not Red Stockings, Red Sox, Red Caps, Braves, Beaneaters, Somersets, Pligrims, Collinsites, Bostonians, or Plymouth Rocks.  They defeated the Pittsburgh Pirates five games to three – isn’t that an eight game series?  They did it again in 1904 over the New York Giants, and three more times before 1918.  They then waited 86 years.  I’m sure Harry Hulbert would be happy.  No wait – his Cubs would have to wait 108 years.  The Fort Wayne Kekiongas never won a World Series and probably wouldn’t have even if the opportunity existed.  Please don’t take away there one claim to baseball history – the very first game.

Old Sport Shorts: Goat Stew #10

For every hero,

It’s a shame.

There’s a goat,

To take the blame.  

In 1961, Tracy Stallard surrendered Roger Maris’ 61st Home Run.  He started his career with for the Lafayette, Indiana Red Sox – members of the Midwest League.  Being a goat in this case, means never being forgotten.  He claims to not have grooved the pitch.  I happened to grow up in Indiana, so every connection with my home state and the game of baseball is important to me.  Here are some stories that may ring of importance to you:

Guy Bush gave up Babe Ruth’s last two home runs.  He hit Babe himself in Game 4 of the 1932 World Series, then gave up two hits and one earned run in a Cubs loss to the Yankees.  His goat-like stats in that series:  0-1 record, 14.29 ERA, and gave up nine earned runs in less than six innings of work.

“Rookie Fred Merkle’s “Boner” on September 23 1908 resulted in a one game playoff on  October 8, 1908 for the NL Pennant.  That rematch was won by Hoosier native Mordecai Brown, who then went on to win the World Series against the Tigers.  Sorry – I snuck in that Indiana reference again.  Mordecai was also the 1920 pitching coach for the Indiana Hoosiers baseball team, where he claimed a state championship.

Merkle had singled, putting a runner on third.  When Al Bridwell hit the apparent winner into center field, Merkle failed to touch second base as fans rushed the field, thinking the Giants had won.  Instead the Cubs’ Johnny Evers retrieved the ball and claimed the Merkle force-out, a decision enforced several days later with the game ruled a tie.  “Merkle’s Boner” was arguably the most controversial decision in the history of the game.

Another “boner” belongs to Boston’s Bill Buckner, who’s ground ball fielding error in game 6 of the 1986 World Series against the Met’s proved to stink of goat.  It was the 10th inning with two outs, after three singles and a wild pitch put Mookie Wilson in position to win the game.  His slow dribbler down the first base line went between the legs of Buckner, allowing Ray Knight to score the winning run from second base.  Perhaps the greater “boner” was made by Boston manager, John McNamara, who chose not to relieve the ailing Buckner with the defensive replacement Dave Stapleton as he had in games one, two, and five.  Boston was one out away from winning the Series for the first time since 1918, with a three game to two advantage before that ugly sequence led to a game 7.  Boston then “rebounded” to lead the decisive 7th Game  3-0, until the bottom of the 6th when the Mets scored three runs off Bruce Hurst.  Prematurely, Hurst had already been named World Series MVP before that improbable comeback in Game 6.  It was just another example of how the game of baseball turns a hero into a goat in just a blink of a horned mammal’s eye.

In the 1988 World Series, Oakland Athletics pitching ace, Dennis Eckersley, made a hero of Dodger pinch-hitter Kirk Gibson.  On the other hand, maybe it was Gibson who made a goat out of Eckersley as they faced each other in the bottom of the 9th of Game One?  Gibson, who was not expected to play due to injuries in both legs, limped to the plate with two outs and in dramatic fashion hit the game winning homer on a full count.  He would not make another appearance in the series, but his Dodgers claimed the World Series title four games to one.   Eckersley would redeem himself in the 1989 World Series by winning Game 2 and getting the save in a Game 4 sweep of the Giants.  Then, he would go on to win the Cy Young and MVP in 1992 by posting 51 saves – hero once again.

It was Eckersley who coined the phrase, “walk-off homer,” when describing the Gibson blast of 1988.  However, perhaps the most famous World Series “walk-off” occurred in 1960 when Bill Mazeroski won it for the Pittsburgh Pirates over the New York Yankees.  To this date, it is the only time that a Game 7 has ended on a homer, and in this case the goat was Yankee starter Ralph Tracy.  It was also the only series in history where the MVP award did not go to a member of the winning team.  Instead, Bobby Richardson, of the losing New York Yankees received the honor.   Ralph Terry, ironically, went on to become the MVP of the 1962 World Series, despite continuing his goatish struggles the previous year, giving up a two-run homer to Cincinnati’s Gordy Coleman in Game 2, plus a 3-run homer to Frank Robinson in Game 5 of the 1961 World Series.

Known as the “Shot heard round the world,” Brooklyn Dodger pitcher, Ralph Branca, gave up another historic “walk-off” to New York Giants outfielder, Bobby Thomson, to win the National League Pennant in 1951.  It was the decisive blow in this three-game tie-breaker playoff series to determine who would eventually lose to the “third” New York baseball team, the Yankees in the 1951 World Series.  Thomson had also homered against Branca in Game 1, so in retrospect, maybe the goat was Dodger’s coach, Clyde Sukeforth, who apparently instructed manager Charlie Dressen to go with Branca?  Or was the true hero of the game a “cheater” who admittedly relayed stolen signs from Branca to Thomson?

With this thought in mind, other “cheaters” have taken a “seat of shame” on the outside of baseball’s Hall of Fame.  Two of the best-known examples are “Shoeless Joe” Jackson and Pete Rose, who turned heroic careers into goat stew.  Not to mention those who cheated through the use of steroids and other performance enhancing drugs. Please have a seat next to the goats outside.

Perhaps the greatest “boner,” the “goat of all goats” in baseball, occurred off the playing field.  On April 6, 1987, Al Campanis, the Los Angeles Dodgers VP and GM, was invited to appear on the ABC Network news show, “Nightline” with Ted Koppel.  The appearance was to celebrate the 40th Anniversary of when Jackie Robinson finally broke Baseball’s color barrier.   Companis was also a friend, teammate, and roommate of Jackie Robinson, having come up together with the Dodger minor league team, the Montreal Royals.

Koppel’s question to Campanis was as to why there had only been few black managers and no black general managers in Major League Baseball.   Campanis answered:  “I truly believe that they may not have some of the necessities to be, let’s say, a field manager, or perhaps a general manager. ”  He then went on uncomfortably, digging an even bigger hole in race relations. Needless to say, he conveniently resigned from the Dodger’s organization two days later, as civil rights groups showed their outrage.  Campanis’ comments literally set baseball relations back forty years, mimicking the exact same ridiculous attitudes that prevailed pre-Robinson about the baseball skills of black attitudes.  In defense of Campanis, many of his peers have suggested that he was known for butchering words, and that what he really meant was  “lack of experience” instead of “necessities.”  However, unlike many of the players who had “a goat moment” found a second chance – Campanis never did.

Ralph Branca, who was the “goat” to Bobby Thomson’s heroic homer, was at least one time a hero on the field himself.  It was Branca who lined up beside Jackie Robinson on Opening Day of 1947.  Other teammates refused.  In all fairness, Al Campanis did agree to be Robinson’s roommate – the very first interracial roommates in all of baseball.  Does that make Campanis less of a goat?

The game’s greatest hero, the Bambino, had his own curse that lasted from 1918 until 2004.  That’s only 86 years, compared with the Chicago Cubs’ “Curse of the Billy Goat,” that kept them from winning the World Series for 108 years. Now granted, both curses didn’t really get started with each team’s last World Series victory.  The Red Sox curse supposedly started in 1920 when Ruth was traded to the Yankees, while the Cubs curse allegedly began in 1945 by Billy Goat Tavern owner William Sianis.  The point is that both curses lasted a really long time, and thankfully both have finally ended.  It comes as no surprise that the Cubs lost that 1918 series to the Red Sox, but did manage to break Ruth’s 29 1/3 scoreless inning streak that stood for 43 years – another really long time.

I love a really good “goat” story and there are many surrounding Major League Baseball.  I’ve tried to highlight a few throughout this particular collection of baseball memories.  I would also be remiss if I did not bring up the name of Steve Bartman, who in my opinion has been unfairly judged as a “goat” in this long, painful process of making our Chicago Cubs heroes again, at last.   Finally, I would also like to take credit for ending the “Billy Goat Curse” by sitting in the top row of Wrigley Field for the game 5 victory, and then having lunch at the Billy Goat Tavern the next day.  I could literally feel the curse lift as we left the tavern in a giddy state.

Old Sport Shorts: Who Was That Masked Man? #5

“Now batting for the Chicago White Sox, catcher #10 Sherm Lollar.”  Those words meant a lot to me and to probably thousands of other kids my age, as we crowded around the black and white TV set to watch the 1959 World Series.  It was a rare treat to watch a baseball game on television.  I remember being discouraged, the Dodgers already led the series two games to one, and the Sox were down 4-0 in the top of the 7th when Lollar hit a 3-run homer to tie the score and win my heart.

With the recent announcement and well-deserved induction of catcher Ivan Rodriguez into Baseball’s Hall of Fame, it reminded me how much the responsibilities of that position have evolved through the years.  Catchers do so much more than just “catch” in today’s game, and to compare the output of modern day catchers to their predecessor’s decades ago is not a fair assessment of accomplishment.  Sherm Lollar was one of the greatest catchers of his era, and deserves Hall of Fame consideration.

A catcher is a special type of athlete.  It’s up and down from an uncomfortable squat inning after inning, it’s often guiding and supporting a star pitcher, and it’s being involved in every play.  Arguably, no one touches the ball in a game more than the catcher, and no one on the field has a better view of the field of play.  They are the field generals and often go on to be managers and coaches.  It’s just another reason why these masked men, like Sherm Lollar, deserve more respect from the Baseball Hall of Fame.

As of January 2017, there were 317 Hall of Famers, including 220 former major league players.  Other players, managers, and executives have been added to recognize the “Negro Leagues.” Baseball is a team game of nine positions.  Mathematically, there should be approximately 25 players per position, 36 if you combine outfielders into a single position.  However, with even the addition of Ivan Rodriguez, there are only 15 major league catchers in the Hall (plus 3 from the “Negro Leagues”).  I feel this is the first injustice. Ask yourself these questions.  What would a pitcher be without a catcher?  Or the seven other teammates on the field, for that matter?  By comparison, there are 77 pitchers that have been inducted.  The other half of the battery deserves more attention.   Or, just call it the Pitcher’s Hall of Fame, since they are one out of three players enshrined.

We don’t judge pitchers based solely on their hitting skills.  We judge them on their ability to pitch, so the main criteria for a catcher should be their defensive skills.  Although, this is where the game has evolved.  Today’s catchers can do it all, and their statistics now make them more competitive with other stars of the game.  In simple terms, however, pitchers pitch and catchers catch – that’s the way the game was designed.  Let’s give more credit to those who are fundamentally sound behind the plate like Sherm Lollar.

Who’s one of the greatest defensive catchers of all time?  Take off your mask Sherm Lollar – with a .992 fielding percentage, a ML record in his era.  He also caught a ML record-tying six pop-ups in one game.  Look at the statistics chart at the end of this article.  It compares the 15 players in the Hall, plus the three “Negro League” inductees and potential inductees, with Lollar’s career.  Only Elston Howard, also not in the Hall of Fame, has a higher FP at .993, but he did not play as many years or in as many games as Lollar.  Jorge Pasada ties Lollar, but also played 4 fewer years and 270 less games.  He is also not yet in the Hall of Fame.  Granted, they were both better hitters, but my point is recognizing the ability to catch and throw out batters.  After all, taking away runs from others is equally as important as scoring runs.

John Sherman Lollar had better stats all around than fellow White Sox Hall of Famer, Ray Schalk, with the sole exception of stolen bases.  His timing was unfortunate, since he was overshadowed in his playing days by Yogi Berra in every category but On Base Percentage (OBP).  Sherm did somehow manage to get on base despite being very slow afoot.  Realistically, however, most Hall of Fame catchers are statistically inferior to Berra, especially in RBIs where he’s the leader of all Hall of Famers at that position.  The six-foot-one-inch tall, 185-pound Lollar spent 12 years with the Chicago White Sox and was an excellent receiver who threw out base stealers with regularity (46.18%).  He’s ranked seventh on the all-time best list in this category.  Only three Hall of Famers were better, including soon to be inducted Ivan Rodriguez.  Sherm was a seven-time American League All-Star (nine games), and was considered one of the best catchers and recognized as a team leader during the 1950s. In 1957, he received the first Rawlings Gold Glove Award for the catcher’s position in the major leagues, and went on to earn two more of these awards.  His best offensive season was 1959, the year of the World Series runner-up “Go, Go Sox”, in which he hit 22 homers and had 84 RBIs.

Lollar began his career at the age of 18 in 1943, with the then minor league Baltimore Orioles. He was the league MVP in 1945, hitting .364 with 34 home runs.  He was then sold to the Cleveland Indians where he made his major league debut on April 20, 1946, but asked to be sent back to the minors so he would have more playing time.  On May 8, 1946, wearing uniform #12, he had the honor of catching a complete game victory for Hall of Famer Bob Feller and scored on a Feller sacrifice fly.  After the 1946 season, he was traded to the Yankees and wore #26, competing with Yogi Berra for the starting job and ultimately helping the winning effort in the 1947 World Series, going 3 for 4 with two doubles. The Yankee coach, Hall of Fame catcher Bill Dickey, ultimately felt that Berra’s left-handed swing was more suitable for Yankee Stadium than the righty Lollar.  Then, a serious hand injury sealed his fate, leading to a 1949 trade to the St Louis Browns.   He joined the White Sox in November of 1951 and wore #45 for the first year before claiming #10, a number that I fondly adopted throughout my uneventful Little League and Media League softball years.

After his 18 years as a player that ended on September 7, 1963 with the Sox, his career went full circle, back to the Baltimore Orioles where it started, this time as Bullpen Coach from 1964 to 1968.   In 1966, he was part of their World Series Championship season, earning his second ring.  He subsequently coached for the Oakland Athletics in 1969 and managed their minor league affiliates, The Iowa Oaks and Tucson Toros in the Seventies.

John Sherman Lollar was born on August 23, 1924 in Durham, Arkansas and died in Springfield, Missouri on September 24, 1977 at 53 years of age.  He’s buried in Rivermonte Memorial Gardens.  One final baseball honor was bestowed on September 30, 2000 when he was selected to be a member of the Chicago White Sox All-Century Team.  He is currently eligible to be identified as a Golden Era ballot candidate when the committee meets again in December 2020.

Sherm Lollar is admittedly my baseball hero.  I was never a catcher, but I love the game of baseball and its history.   I never had the pleasure to meet him, but when I saw him hit a home run in the 1959 World Series against the Dodgers, he had my attention.  I was eight years old and his #10 became my lucky number for life.  I have a growing collection of Sherm Lollar baseball cards, so he will always be in my Hall of Fame.  He’s one of many players, including other catchers, that have not earned the respect of the Baseball Writer’s and/or Golden Era committee.

I strongly feel there should be more balance by position in the Hall of Fame.  I also feel there should be greater emphasis on catching and throwing, when comparing those who excelled as catchers.  Sherm Lollar was one of the best at both fielding and throwing runners out from behind the plate.  Also, his lifetime .264 batting average exceeds both Ray Shalk and Gary Carter, plus an OPB that outperforms nearly half of Hall catcher inductees.   Sherm Lollar is certainly one of several great catchers of all time that should be added to the list of those already enshrined.  If not, I’ve made my point and exposed the man behind the mask -my baseball hero – #10.

Name Inducted Years played Games Avg, OBP SLG Hits HR RBI RUNS SB FP RANK/NOTES
Mike Piazza 2016 17 1912 .308 .377 .545 2127 427 1335 1048 17 .989
Johnny Bench 1989 17 2158 ,267 .345 .476 2048 389 1376 1091 68 .987
Yogi Berra 1972 19 2120 .285 .350 .482 2150 358 1430 1175 30 .989
Roger Bresnahan 1945 17 1446 .279 .386 .377 1252 26 530 682 212 .965
Roy Campanella 1969 10 1215 .276 .362 .500 1161 242 856 627 25 .988
Gary Carter 2003 19 2296 .262 .335 .439 2092 324 1225 1025 39 .991
Mickey Cochrane 1947 13 1482 .320 .419 .478 1652 119 832 1041 64 .985
Bill Dickey 1954 17 1789 .313 .382 .486 1969 202 1209 930 36 .988
Buck Ewing 1939 18 1315 .303 .351 .456 1625 71 883 1129 354 .934
Rick Ferrell 1984 18 1806 .281 .378 .363 1692 28 734 687 29 .984
Carlton Fisk 2000 24 2499 .269 .343 .457 2356 376 1330 1276 128 .987
Gabby Hartnett 1955 20 1990 .297 .370 .489 1912 236 1179 867 28 .984
Ernie Lombardi 1986 17 1853 .306 .358 .460 1792 190 990 601 8 .979
Ray Schalk 1955 18 1762 .253 .340 .316 1345 11 594 579 177 .981
Josh Gibson 1972 17 107 351 Stats not available
Biz Mackey 2003 25 40 297 Stats not available
Louis Santop 2006 15 Stats not available
Ivan Rodriguez 2017 19 2267 .301 .339 .475 2605 295 1217 1253 124 .991
Jorge Posada NO 14 1482 .277 .380 .477 1379 221 883 762 16 .992
Elston Howard NO 15 1605 .274 .322 .427 1471 167 762 619 9 .993
Thurman Munson NO 11 1423 .292 .346 .410 1558 113 701 696 48 .982
Sherm Lollar
NO 18 1752 .264 .357 .402 1415 155 808 623 20 .992
Bold type indicates #1 in category

Old Sport Shorts: Baseball Notes #2

-Chicago White Sox spitball pitcher Ed Walsh beat Cubs ace, Mordecai Peter Centennial Brown, known as “Three Fingers Brown,” in Game 3 of the 1906 World Series,   It was a series the Cubs were heavily favored to win, having won 116 games that year.  Brown was born in Nyesville, Indiana in 1876 (Oct. 19) and died in Terre Haute in 1948 (Feb. 14).  He was a two time World Series champion for the Cubs in 1907 and 1908.  It would be 108 years later, in 2016, that the Cubs would win another World Series.  Brown was also the pitching coach for the 1920 Indiana Hoosiers baseball team.  He was posthumously inducted into the Hall of Fame in 1949.

-The Fort Wayne Daisies  was a professional baseball team that played from 1945 through 1954, during the war years, in the All-American Girls Baseball League. The Daisies made the playoffs every year from 1947 to 1954, and finished in first from 1951-54, but never won a championship,

-May 4, 1871 the very first Major League game was played in Ft. Wayne, Indiana. The Ft. Wayne Kekiongas defeated the Forest Citys (Cleveland) 2-0 in the inaugural game of the National Association (player-organized – that later became the National League).  The decision to play the game in Ft. Wayne was the result of a coin flip, and a rain-out of the originally scheduled opener between Boston and D.C. made this game historically first. The game ended early with rain in the top of the 9th.  The Kekiongas paid a $10 league franchise fee to be part of baseball history.   Bobby Matthews, who’s credited with developing the spitball and was first to have his pitch curve away from batters, pitched the shutout and went on to win 297 games.  The Kekiongas did not make it through the season in this their final year since forming just after the Civil War.

The word Kekionga means Blackberry Patch in the language of the Miami Indians who settled at where the St. Joseph River flows into the St. Mary’s River to form the Maumee River.  Today the city of Ft. Wayne is known for the “Three Rivers,” Johnny Appleseed, and General “Mad” Anthony Wayne.  It’s also known for a sports heritage that includes the Kekiongas, the NBL Champion Zolner Pistons (who moved to Detroit), the Ft. Wayne Daisies All-American girl’s professional baseball team, and the Men’s and Girl’s 1944 World Champion Zolner Pistons softball teams.  It’s now home to three minor league sports teams:  Fort Wayne Comets hockey of the ECHL, Mad Ants of the NBA Development League, and the Tin Cups of baseball’s Midwest League.

-Eddie Cicotte of the 1906 Indianapolis Indians threw for what is believed to be the first time, a pitch gripped with the knuckles.  He then refined it into “The Finger Nail Ball” (Baseball Magazine article in 1908) that was more controllable.  He was suspended by the Chicago White Sox late in the 1920 season for his role in the “Black Sox” gambling scandal the year before.

-Albert Von Tilzer  – Indianapolis native (434 S. Illinois) composed “Take Me Out to the Ball Game.” It was a 1908 Tin Pan Alley song with lyrics written by Jack Norworth.  Both had apparently never attended a baseball game.  It was played for the first time at a ballpark in 1934 at a Los Angeles High school and later that year in the 4th game of the World Series at Sportsman’s Park, now Busch Stadium in St. Louis.

-Amos Rusie, “The Hoosier Thunderbolt” was born May 30, 1871 in Mooresville, Indiana.  His major league debut was on May 9, 1889 with the Indianapolis Hoosiers of the National League.  He spent the next eight years with the New York Giants from 1890 to 1898, and and his final year with the 1901 Cincinnati Reds.  The Giants traded him in 1900 for then unknown Christy Mathewson, who would play for them for 17 years as one of the most dominant pitchers in baseball history.

Rusi’s fastball speed, estimated to be in he upper 90s, and inherent wildness eventually led to an 1893 rule that changed the 50 foot pitching distance from the rubber to home plate to the modern day 60 feet.   His delivery was so erratic  that in 1890 he set a record of walking 289 batters.  The rule change came about when he hit Hughie Jennings with a fastball in the head in 1897.  Rusie was finally inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame in 1977 by the Veterans Committee.

-Hank Aaron played briefly in Indianapolis for the Clowns before his contract was sold to the Milwaukee Braves in 1952 for $10,000.

-The Hoofeds – Hoosiers of the Federal League – were the 1914 champions of the short-lived rival league that folded just before Major League Baseball was exempted from antitrust laws.  Two future Hall of Famers played in Indianapolis that championship season – third baseman William Boyd McKechnie and outfielder Edd Roush.

The 1884 Hoosiers, for instance, hosted a Toledo Blue Stockings team with two African-American players – brothers Moses Fleetwood Walker and Weldy Walker – more than 50 years before Jackie Robinson broke the modern baseball color barrier.

The earliest-known African-American player in organized baseball, John “Bud” Fowler, whose playing days date to 1878, later played for teams in Indiana.

-The Indianapolis Blues of the three-year-old National League called the city home in 1878. The Indianapolis Hoosiers played in the precursor to the American League in 1884, and another Hoosiers team was fielded in the National League from 1887 to 1889.

-In 1967, Satchel Paige appeared with the Globetrotters in Chicago and played with the Indianapolis Clowns for $1,000 a month.

More from Scott Tartar article:   http://www.theindianalawyer.com/little-known-indiana-baseball-roots-rediscovered-in-lawyers-exhibit/PARAMS/article/35211
I just bought this book from author Chad Gramling:

https://www.amazon.com/Baseball-Fort-Wayne-Images/dp/073854129X

Historical Baseball Blunders:

For every hero,

It’s a shame.

There’s a goat,

To take the blame.  

In 1961, Tracy Stallard surrendered Roger Maris’ 61st Home Run.  He played for the Lafayette, Indiana Red Sox, also members of the Midwest League.  Being a goat in this case, means never being forgotten.  He claims to not have grooved the pitch.

Guy Bush gave up Babe Ruth’s last two home runs.  He hit Babe himself in Game 4 of the 1932 World Series, then gave up two hits and one earned run in a Cubs loss to the Yankees.  His goat-like stats in that series:  0-1 record, 14.29 ERA, and gave up nine earned runs in less than six innings of work.

“Rookie Fred Merkle’s “Boner” on September 23 1908 resulted in a one game playoff on  October 8, 1908 for the NL Penant.  That rematch was won by Hoosier native Mordecai Brown, who then went on to win the World Series against the Tigers.

Merkle had singled, putting a runner on third.  When Al Bridwell hit the apparent winner into Center, Merkle failed to touch second base as the fans rushed the field thinking the Giants had won.  Instead the Cubs’ Johnny Evers retrieved the ball and claimed the Merkle force-out, a decision enforced several days later and the game ruled a tie.  “Merkle’s Boner” was arguably  the most controversial decision in the history of the game.

Another boner belongs to Boston’s Bill Buckner, who’s ground ball fielding error in game 6 of the 1986 World Series against the Met’s.  It was the 10th inning with two outs, after three singles and a wild pitch put Mookie Wilson in position to win the game.  His slow dribbler down the first base line went between the legs of Buckner, allowing Ray Knight to score the winning run from second base.  Perhaps the greater boner was made by Boston manager, John McNamara, who chose not to relieve the ailing Buckner with the defensive replacement Stapleton as he had in games one, two, and five.  Boston was one out away from winning the Series for the first time since 1918, with a three games to two advantage before that ugly sequence led to a game 7.  Boston the went on to lead the decisive 7th Game  3-0 until the bottom of the 6th when the Mets scored three runs off Bruce Hurst, already named World Series MVP before that improbable comeback in Game 6.  Just another example of how the game of baseball turns a hero into a goat in just a blink of an eye.

In the 1988 World Series, Oakland Athletics pitching ace, Dennis Eckersley, made a hero of Dodger pinch-hitter Kirk Gibson.  On the other hand, maybe it was Gibson who made a goat out of Eckersley as they faced each other in the bottom of the 9th of Game One?  Gibson, who was not expected to play due to injuries in both legs, limped to the plate with two outs and in dramatic fashion hit the game winning homer on a full count.  He would not make another appearance in the series, but his Dodgers claimed the World Series title four games to one.   Eckersley would redeem himself in the 1989 World Series by winning Game 2 and getting the save in a Game 4 sweep of the Giants.  Then, he would go on to win the Cy Young and MVP in 1992 by posting 51 saves.

It was Eckersley who coined the phrase, “walk-off homer,” when describing the Gibson blast of 1988, but perhaps the most famous World Series “walk-off” occurred in 1960 when Bill Mazeroski won it for the Pittsburgh Pirates over the New York Yankees.  To this date, it is the only time that a Game 7 has ended on a homer, and in this case the goat was Ralph Tracy.  It was also the only series in history where the MVP  did not go to a member of the winning team.  Instead, Bobby Richardson, of the losing New York Yankees received the award.   Ralph Terry, ironically, went on to become the MVP of the 1962 World Series, after giving up a two-run homer to Cincinnati’s Gordy Coleman in Game 2, plus a 3-run homer to Frank Robinson in Game 5 of the 1961 World Series.

Known as the “Shot heard round the world,” Brooklyn Dodger’s pitcher, Ralph Branca, gave up another historic “walk-off” to New York Giants outfielder, Bobby Thomson, to win the National League Pennant in 1951.  It was the decisive blow in this three-game tie-breaker playoff series to determine who would eventually lose to the “third” New York baseball team, the Yankees in the 1951 World Series.  Thomson had also homered against Branca in Game 1,  In retrospect, maybe the goat was Dodger’s coach, Clyde Sukeforth, who apparently instructed manager Charlie Dressen to go with Branca?  Or was the true hero of the game a “cheater” who admittedly relayed stolen signs from Branca to Thomson?   Or is that just smart baseball?

With this in mind, other “cheaters” have taken a seat on the outside of baseball’s Hall of Fame.  Two of the best known examples are “Shoeless Joe” Jackson and Pete Rose, who turned heroic careers into goat stew.  Not to mention those who cheated through the use of steroids and other performance enhancing drugs.

Perhaps the greatest “boner,” the goat of all goats in baseball, occurred off the playing field.  On April 6, 1987, Al Campanis, the Los Angeles Dodgers VP and GM, was invited to appear on the ABC  Network news show, “Nightline” with Ted Koppel.  The appearance was to celebrate the 40th Anniversary of when Jackie Robinson broke Baseball’s color barrier.   Companis was also a friend, teammate, and roommate of Jackie Robinson, having come up together with the Dodger’s minor league team, the Montreal Royals.

Koppel’s question to Campanis was as to why there had been few black managers and no black general managers in Major League Baseball.   Campanis answered:  “I truly believe that they may not have some of the necessities to be, let’s say, a field manager, or perhaps a general manager. ”  He then went on uncomfortably, digging an even bigger hole in race relations. Needless to say, he conveniently resigned from the Dodger’s organization two days later, as civil rights groups showed their outrage.  Campanis’ comments literally set baseball relations back forty years, mimicking the exact same ridiculous  attitudes that prevailed pre-Robinson about the baseball abilities of black attitudes.  In defense of Campanis, many of his peers have suggested was known for butchering his words, and that what he really meant was  “lack of experience” instead of “necessities.”  However, unlike many of the players who had “a goat moment” usually got a second chance – Campanis never did.

Ralph Branca, who was the goat to Bobby Thomson’s heroic homer, was at least one time a hero on the field himself.  It was Branca who lined up  beside Jackie Robinson on Opening Day of 1947.  Other teammates refused.  Al Campanis agreed to be Robinson’s roommate – the very first interracial roommates in all of baseball.  Does that make Campanis less of a goat?

The game’s greatest hero, the Bambino, had his own curse that lasted from 1918 until 2004.  That’s only 86 years, compared with the Chicago Cubs “Curse of the Billy Goat,” that kept them from winning the World Series for 108 years. Now granted, both curses didn’t really get started with each team’s last World Series victory.  The Red Sox curse supposedly started in 1920 when Ruth was traded to the Yankees, while the Cubs curse allegedly began in 1945 by Billy Goat Tavern owner William Sianis.  The point is that both curses lasted a really long time, and thankfully both have finally ended.  Ironically, the Cubs lost that 1918 series to the Red Sox,  but did manage to break Ruth’s 29 1/3 scoreless inning streak that stood for 43 years – another really long time.

I love a really good “goat” story and there are many surrounding Major League Baseball.  I’ve tried to highlight a few throughout this particular article.  I would also be remiss if I did not bring up the name of Steve Bartman, who in my opinion has been unfairly judged as a goat in this long, painful process of making our Chicago Cubs heroes again, at last.   Finally, I would also like to take credit for ending the “Billy Goat Curse” by sitting in the top row of Wrigley Field for the game 5 victory, and then having lunch at the Billy Goat Tavern the next day.  I could literallyu feel the curse lift as we left the tavern in a giddy state.

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