APRIL 23, 1967, YAZ, WILLIAMS, SPAHN, HUBBELL, TED, HOYT, HANK AND MORE…

A Sunday in Boston Massachusetts. A Sunday in which the high for the day was 56 degrees, the low only 46. Yet encompassed in that rather innocuous, disparity, was the rumble of thunder and flashes of lightning around the old ballyard in Kenmore Square. Indeed, an unusual occurrence considering the time of year.

The Red Sox were doing baseball battle with the New York Yankees it was their sixth encounter in the young ’67’ season and in two of those encounters a 25-year-old rookie southpaw named Billy Rohr had made some noise. On April 14th in Yankee Stadium, he carried a no-hitter into the ninth inning only to see it vanish with an Elston Howard single with two outs in the final frame. A week later in Fenway Park, he carried a shutout into the eighth inning only to have it disappear on an RBI single by the same Elston Howard.

And as mystical cosmic forces coalesced in the skies over Fenway, tumult reigned on the field. In the top of the fifth with the Red Sox leading 5-4, Elston Howard (that guy again) stepped up with two outs and runners on first and second. With two strikes on him Howard took a pitch that both pitcher Jose Santiago and manager Dick Williams thought was strike three. Umpire John Flaherty called it a ball and Williams started howling from the dugout. The next pitch Howard doubled scoring two and giving the Yankees a 6-5 lead. Williams continued to howl and was run by Flaherty, his first ejection as a manager. Carl Yastrzemski led off the bottom of the fifth. He’d hit a two-run homer in the first and when Flaherty called strike two on Yaz, he expressed his displeasure. “We cussed at each other’, he told the Globe’s Will McDonough. “…I didn’t try to make him look bad…It was silly, we were like two little kids fighting over a toy. The next thing I knew he tells me I’m out of the game and I couldn’t believe it.” The manager was not as gracious. “Just an incompetent umpire, that’s all.” He told Harold Kaese. “I don’t know what he said to me, he has a mouthful of mush when he talks…If he calls a better game, he has no arguments.”

Fenway Park circa 1967.

Dick Williams and Yaz 1967. Both these dudes made it to Cooperstown. Yaz, a first ballot selection in 1989 and Williams, a Veterans Committee as a manger in 2008.

Tacking on a run in the top of the ninth, the Yankees prevailed 7-5, preventing the Sox from cracking the .500 mark. Perhaps one last payment to satisfy a past mistake of a bygone day.

A Fenway crowd of 18,000+ witnessed the arrival of the cosmic forces which ordained a 27-year-old outfielder the “Minister of Miracles” and deliverer of “Impossible Dreams” in a year that would save a ballpark and transform a franchise.

A plethora of significant baseball related events have occurred on April 23rd and on the 57th anniversary of that long ago April Sunday, I share a few.

April 23, 1869

Cincinnati Enquirer lists the game featuring the Cincinnati Red Stockings versus The Field.

In the first professional baseball exhibition game – The Cincinnati Red Stockings 24, Cincinnati Amateurs 15.

April 23, 1903

The New York Highlanders (Yankees) register the franchise’s first win, 7-2 against the Washington Senators in Washington’s American League Park.

Harry Howell pitched a complete game striking out two and walking no one. He pitched 13 seasons in the big leagues and only one was in New York. He also went 2-4 in the franchise’s first win, scoring a run and driving in another becoming the answer to a trivia question.

April 23, 1914

The first game ever was played at Wrigley Field, then known as Weeghman Park. The Chicago Federals of the upstart and short-lived Federal League defeated the Kansas City Packers 9-1.

Art Wilson, backup catcher for NY Giants John McGraw for three pennant winning season in a row (1911-1913) jumped to the Federal League in 1914 and for its two-season run was the best catcher in the league. He hit the first home run ever at what would become the legendary home of the Chicago Cubs in 1916. It became known as Cubs Park from 1920-26 and was named Wrigley Field in 1927.

Art Wilson hit 24 home runs in his major league career, 17 of them in the Federal League and two of them on this day.

April 23, 1921

On April 23, 1921, Warren Edward Spahn was born in Buffalo New York.

Thirteen-year-old Warren Spahn (seated second from left) played for the Lake Citys and were defeated in Buffalo’s 1934 Class A Midget Championship game 2-1.

He made his Major League debut in 1942 but spent the next three years in the Army, becoming the only Major League player to receive a battlefield Commision during the war. The most decorated MLB player of WW II he earned a Bronze Star, a Purple Heart, and a Presidential citation, to go along with his battlefield promotion from Staff Seargent to Lieutenant.

His first win came in 1946 at the age of 25.

He went on to garner more wins (363) than any other left-handed pitcher in the history of baseball. Only five pitchers have won more games. A 12-time 20 game winner, he led the league in wins eight times, including five in a row. Nine times he led the league in complete games (seven in a row) and he pitched 5,244 innings, the most of any lefty in history. Once asked by a writer how many games he thought he’d have won if he had not lost three years to WW II. The humble lefty said, “I matured a lot in those [war] years, If I had not had that maturity, I wouldn’t have pitched until I was 45.” 

Spahn was a first ballot Hall of Fame inductee in 1973 earning 83.2% of the votes from the members of the BBWAA. Inexplicably 64 knuckleheads among the voting members did not think Warren Spahn Hall of Fame worthy. Yikes!

April 23, 1937

New York Giants Hall of Fame pitcher Carl Hubbell started the 1937 season with his 17th consecutive win: a 3-0 three hit shutout against the Boston Bees (Braves). He would win another seven straight extending his record to 24 consecutive victories. A record he still holds. In 1947, Hubbell entered the Hall of Fame, elected with 87% of the vote.

April 23, 1939

Ted Williams launched his first career home run on April 23, 1939. A two-run shot in the first inning of the fifth game of his career, deep into the right field bleachers at Fenway. He’d hit three more homers on April 23rd: career homer number 32 in 1940, number 198 in Yankee Stadium in 1948 and home run number 420 at Fenway in 1957.

Ted became the fourth Major Leaguer to hit 500 career home runs with his 512th and last one coming in his last Major League at bat in Fenway on September 28, 1960. “The greatest hitter” was inducted into the Hall of Fame his first time on the ballot in 1966, receiving 93.4% of the vote. Believe it or not, 20 writers DID NOT vote for him!

In his induction speech Ted called for the inclusion of Negro League players in the Hall of Fame.“I hope that someday,” He told the assembled, “the names of Satchel Paige and Josh Gibson can … be added to the symbol of the great Negro League players that are not here only because they were not given a chance,”

April 23, 1952

Hoyt Wilhelm won his first game in relief on April 23, 1952, in the third appearance of his career. He entered the game against the Boston Braves in the 3rd inning with the Giants leading 3-2, one out and men on first and second. After inducing a popout to short, he surrendered a single which tied the game. A popout to the catcher ended the inning. The game entered the bottom of the fourth still knotted at three when Willie Mays led off with a walk. After he was thrown out attempting to steal, right fielder Don Mueller homered giving the Giants the lead. Al Dark was hit by a pitch and Wes Westrum homered extending the lead to three runs. Hoyt Wilhelm stepped in for his first Major League at bat and he deposited a pitch deep into the Polo Grounds right field seats. A home run in his first at bat! He went five and a third innings to get the win.

In 1985, Wilhelm became the first pitcher, who was primarily a reliever, to be elected to the Hall of Fame. He registered 492 more plate appearances and never hit another home run.

April 23, 1954

When the Milwaukee Braves broke camp in 1954 they took with them 20-year-old Henry Louis Aaron. He’d won the right field job and was inserted in the sixth spot in the line up between center fielder Andy Pafko and shortstop Johnny Logan. He had five hits in his first six games and was hitting .217 when the Braves traveled to St. Louis for a three-game set with the Cardinals. Unbeknownst to the 14,577 present, for the opening game of the series, history was about to be made. Three firsts in the career of Hank Aaron occurred, with two of them coming in the very first inning. With the bases loaded and two outs, young Henry stepped to the plate facing veteran right-hander Vic Rashi. He promptly singled, scoring third baseman Danny O’Connell giving the Braves a 1-0 lead and notching the first RBI of his career. In the bottom half of the inning, Aaron committed his first error when an errant throw to O’Connell at third, on a single by Stan Musial, allowed Red Schoendienst to score.

It is a twist of irony that Hank Aaron’s first career home run was but a foot note in the recap of the Braves 14 inning win written by UPI Sportswriter Stan Mockler in the Madison Capital Times.

A total of 754 home runs followed “Hammerin Hank’s” first shot in 1954. Five of them came on April 23rd: career number 143 in 1959, number 303 in 1963, number 486 in 1968, number 560 in’70’ and homer 641 came in 1972. Another 2,296 RBI followed his first one, more than any other player in history!

Hank Aaron went on become, well, Hank Aaron! Enduring vitriolic, rancorous, nonsense, to become and remain one of baseball’s most adored players, revered by generations of Americans and throughout the world. Fifty years ago this month, he hit an Al Downing pitch into the Atlanta Braves bullpen for home run number 715; surpassing Babe Ruth as baseball’s all-time home run leader.

In 1982 he was inducted into the Hall of Fame, receiving 97.8% of the vote of the BBWAA, yet incredibly, nine nincompoops did not find him worthy of first ballot induction!

And both Vic Rashi and Danny O’Connell became answers to trivia questions and are eternally linked to Henry Aaron.

A six-time World Champ with the New York Yankees, Vic Rashi served up Hank Aaron’s first RBI and first home run.

Danny O’Connell is the first teammate driven in by “The Hammer.”

Some non-baseball related yet highly significant historic events also occurred on the 23rd day of April.

April 23, 1564, and April 23, 1616

Let’s start off with this fellow, who really needs no introduction.

William Shakespeare was pretty adept at spinning a yarn. Maybe more adept than any spinner before or since. He was born on April 23, 1564, and then he took its magic to another level, dying on his 52nd birthday, April 23, 1616.

A wordsmith like no other, Ole Willie Boy’s words of a half millennia ago are sprinkled across the landscape of Western Culture and are as relevant today as they were when written. The joy, the sorrow, the celebration, the tragedy that is life, drip from his words.

A few tid-bits…

From Julius Caesar…”Cowards die many times before their death, the valiant taste of death but once.”

A few from my favorite work of Sir William, A Midsummer Night’s Dream…”The course of true love, never did run smooth,” and “Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”

From Romeo and Juliet…”What’s in a name? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”

His essay on hopelessness articulated in 40 words, from Macbeth, “Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”

And, who else but Willie, could write a treatise in 12 words? This one on hope from Hamlet…”We know what we are but know not what we may be.”  

April 23, 1665

The Boston Latin School was founded in Boston Massachusetts. Not only is Latin the first public school in the United States, but it is also the first public institution of any kind. Founded nearly a century before John Hancock, a Latin alum, became the first governor of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, Latin boasts a list of luminaries as alumni. Among them, Sam Adams, Ben Franklin, Cotton Mather, Josiah Quincy and Helen Magil White. Boston Latin and Boston English have played a football game every Thanksgiving since 1887 the longest, continuous rivalry in the United States.

 April 23, 1789

On April 23, 1789, this fella moved from his home in Virginia to New York City and took up residence

in this place. The Samuel Osgood House which also was known as the Walter Franklin House. You see he assumed a new job as President of the United States. This was the first presidential residence and George and his family lived here until February 23, 1790.

He was greeted with quite a fanfare which was chronicled in Philadelphia’s Dunlap and Claypoole’s American Daily Advertiser.

“In the evening the city was elegantly illuminated. The joy and satisfaction universally expressed on the fase (initial) arrival of this illustrious personage, clearly evince (reveal) that patriotism and magnanimity are still held in respect and veneration among our citizens. His Excellency having, in a distinguished manner displayed those eminent virtues, in a series of important and faithful services, rendered his country, in the most gloomy and distressing periods.”

April 23, 1861

It is a grim irony that George Washington and this fella would share April 23rd marking monumentally significant events in their lives.

Robert Edward Lee was married to the great-granddaughter of Martha Washington. His father “Lighthorse” Harry Lee: fought under George Washington in America’s battle for independence, was present at the British surrender at Yorktown in 1781 and he was summoned by President Washington to quell the “Whiskey Rebellion” in 1794.

An 1827 graduate of West Point, Lee finished second in his class. After distinguishing himself in the war with Mexico and as Superintendent of West Point, Colonel Lee was widely recognized as the finest officer in the United States Army. Forty-four days following the election of Abraham Lincoln in November 1860, South Carolina seceded from the Union. Mississippi joined them on January 9, 1861, Florida followed on January 10th and Alabama the next day. By the time Lincoln assumed the office on March 4th, seven states had left the Union. On April 12th the war commenced with the attack on Fort Sumter and on the 17th, Virginia became the eighth state to seceded. The following day US Army Commander, Winfield Scott, at the behest of President Lincoln, met with Colonel Lee offering him command of the Army which was being raised to “put down the rebellion.” Two days later Colonel Lee sent a letter to General Scott expressing his intent to resign his position in the United States Army. “Save in the defense of my native State”, he wrote to Scott, “I never desire again to draw my sword.” He echoed that same sentiment in letters to his brother and sister and on April 23rd he accepted command of the Army of Virginia.

Lee’s connection with George Washington would expand and intensify as he ultimately drew closer to him in death than he was in life. Following the war, Lee accepted the position of President of Washington College in Lexington Virginia; named after our first president because of the $20,000 donation he made to keep the college afloat in 1794. Lee served as its president until his death in 1870 and today it bears the name Washington/Lee University.

Robert E Lee is interred in the chapel on the grounds of Washington/Lee University.

Eternally linked.

On April 23, 1967, the Cosmic Tumblers clicked, a portal opened and through the thunder and lightning of a spring squall, an energy force arrived and hovered over a “lyric bandbox of a ballpark” in Boston. An energy forced which culminated in a region sharing a collective joy that comes once, maybe twice in a lifetime. An energy which echos across time and space reverberating through generations. An energy that continues to whisper the words of Terrance Mann, “there comes a time when all the cosmic tumblers click, and the universe opens up to show what’s possible.”

Another April 23rd is here, and the tumblers still click to whisper a reminder that even in “the most gloomy and distressing periods,” all things are possible.

And so it is on this day, April 23, 2024, reminder day.

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SIX YEARS GONE…PUMPSIE, EARL, GENNARO AND A SIX-YEAR-OLD KID.

“Long ago and far away, life was clear, close your eyes. Remember is a place from long ago…Remember close your eyes and you can see” Harry Nilsson

In honor of these three Venice High baseball greats, I make my return to this blog this spring training of 2024.

Dalton Guthrie a 2014 Venice grad, two-time State Champ, Rawlings National High School Gold Glove winner, a gold medal winner (2016 USA Collegiate National Team) and a National Champ at the University of Florida (2017) made his MLB debut with the Phillies in 2022. This spring he is battling for a roster spot with the Boston Red Sox.

Orion Kerkering a 2019 Venice grad, two-time State Champ was a 2022 fifth round pick out of the University of South Florida. He made his MLB debut with the Phillies in 2023, becoming the first player in three decades to play in four levels of minor league play and the big leagues in the same season. This spring he may be tabbed as the Phillies’ closer.

Mike Rivera, a 2014 Venice grad, two-time state champ, a gold medal winner (2016 USA Collegiate National Team) and a National Champ at the University of Florida (2017), was a sixth-round draft pick of the Cleveland Indians in the 2017 draft. After five seasons in the Indians organization, Mike became the 21st centuries version of “Moonlight” Graham, standing on the threshold of his dreams then “watching them brush right past you like a stranger in a crowd.” Called up to the big leagues in April of 2022, he spent two weeks on the covid squad, traveling with the team, taking BP, catching bullpens with all the requisites of a major leaguer. But he never made it into a game or on the hallowed 40-man roster. When they sent him back down, he, like “Moonlight” called it a day, going home to his family to “get on with my life.” This spring he can be found in the first base coaching box and working with catchers at the University of Florida.

It was April of 2017 when I last posted here. It seems like a lifetime ago and it was in fact four lifetimes ago. Since that spring Ayla, Henry, Melrose and Emmett have arrived and I am now a Papa 12 times over. By the end of the month, Micah will join the mix and 12 will become a Bakers Dozen. In that short six-year span, we have been Trumpized, Covidized, Bidenized, Fauchied, Facetimed, Woked, Twitterfied, Magafied and Genderfied. And in the midst of the madness, journalism has been revolutionized. Great journalism still exists; however, you have to look for it, do your own homework and one thing is for certain; it’s virtually impossible to find it, in once reliable places. Our country has been retching for nearly a decade seeking to redefine itself and in the midst of this redefinition a schism has been created the likes of which we have not seen since the days of the Great Emancipator. Our country and culture are changing leaving heads spinning, and life, sometimes not so clear and other times crystal clear.

Since my last post, I’ve retired from the teaching profession where for a quarter-century I taught what could best described as wayward boys, of all colors, creeds and ethnicities. I have entered my eighth decade of wandering this planet only to learn that I am the problem. Imagine my surprise to learn, from various allegedly educated people (who do not know me or anything about me) that I am a racist! It’s not my fault though, because you see, I am white, adorned in “white privilege,” and therefore I don’t even know that I’m racist. And, coincidently, if I dare say “I’m not racist” it’s proof that I am, of course, racist. Confused? Hold on, I’m also a guy and therefore, according to some I’m a member and product of the “toxic patriarchy.” Which is sure to earn me a one-way ticket straight to hell. Ah, but I digress, another post for another time.

My writing has continued, just not here. In 2019 Jackie’s Newport was released and in April 2023 two more: Yankees in the Hall of Fame and Dodgers in the Hall of Fame. All are available by clicking the link to my Amazon page to the right so feel free to help yourself.

I am in the process of sorting through my sports memorabilia, a bittersweet task to be sure but what I’ve realized is there are a boatload of stories associated with all my “stuff,” and this is the first of them. At the request of ALL of my children, I am selling off my baseball cards. An extensive collection and as I began my perusal of Ebay to decide which direction I want to go; a funny thing happened. I began a collection of Topps 1960 baseball cards. My kids laughed, and so did I but I am going to sell, honest!

And that brings me to my story. My first trip to Fenway came in 1959, Ted was nearing the end and though my six-year-old mind had a rudimentary understanding of what that all meant, it would take decades before I could grasp the meaning of me watching Ted Williams play left field at Fenway Park in my first visit to that sacred edifice.

I knew all about the Red Sox “Big Guns.” Ted had battled, down to the wire, with teammate Pete Runnels for the American League batting title and Jackie Jensen was the 1958 MVP. The Red Sox had been a “first division,” team four straight years. First division meant that they had finished in the top four of an eight team league. They had winning records but never finished closer than 12 games to the AL pennant winning NY Yankees. A solid baseball team, hope always sprung eternal that “this year could be the year” and they would topple the Yankees. The 1959 season was no different, especially for this six-year-old little fella.

This was the year I started to pay attention to baseball. Having just learned to read, I scoured the sports pages of the Boston Globe, the Boston Herald and the Record American. I paid particular attention to the box scores. And of course, came the requisite collection of baseball cards, and why not, the wonderful world of color brought to you for only a nickel with a piece of bubblegum thrown in to boot! The Red Sox opened the season in Yankee Stadium and then it was on to Fenway for a nine game homestand facing the Washington Senators, Baltimore Orioles and the Yankees. And a six-year-old boy was on the threshold of discovering his first baseball hero. Was it one of the “big guns?”

1959 pack of baseball cards.

Ted signed a contract with Fleer Card Company for 1959 and did not appear on a Topps card. He hit .254 and for the first time in his career did not lead the league in one offensive category. Not willing to go out after such a paltry season, he played in 1960, insisting on a 30% pay cut. He hit .316 and homered in his last at bat. But it wasn’t him.

Jackie led the league in RBIs in 1958 and 1959. A virulent fear of flying forced an early retirement following the “59” season. He returned in 1961 for one last go round. Not him either.

Pete hit .314 in 1959 and was an all-star. He won batting titles in 1960 (.320) and 1962 (.326). A lifetime .290 hitter he managed the Red Sox for the last 16 games of the 1966 season. Nope, not him either!

It was this guy!!!!

GENNARO (JERRY) JOSEPH CASALE

After dropping the season opener 3-2 to the Yanks, the Sox beat the Senators 7-3 in the home opener; and on the next day before “3,498 shivering fans…at frigid Fenway Park…25-year-old Jerry Casale” made his first major league start.

It was 1952 when he signed with the Red Sox out of Manual Training High School in Brooklyn NY. Signing for $40,000 the “top prospect” reported to the San Jose Red Sox in the California League, the Red Sox Class C affiliate. In eight years in the minors, Casale had 140 starts, pitched 1062 innings and went 81-55 with a 3.94 ERA. He struck out 838 averaging 7 strikeouts per 9 innings. He also could mash a baseball! He hit .217 while thumping 18 homers and knocking in 83 runs in his 619 at bats. Averaging two homers and 10 RBI per season was pretty damn good for a pitcher. And it would be no different in his debut as a Red Sox starter.

It took two hours and thirty-two minutes for Jerry Casale to dispose of the Washington Senators and he did so in dramatic fashion, striking out 1957 AL home run king Roy Sievers three times. The second time came in the top of the fifth with the bases loaded, to end the inning. With his team leading 2-1, the rookie flame-thrower walked three straight hitters, before zipping a called strike three passed the veteran slugger. “I think I crossed up Sievers” he told Boston Globe reporter Cliff Keane. “I think he was looking for a breaking pitch, but I gave the fastball everything I had, and I don’t think he was expecting it.” He struck him out a third time to end the game. But in the immortal words of the delectable Miss Vito in My Cousin Vinny, “There’s moah!” A lot more. In the Red Sox half of the sixth, Jackie Jenson led off with a double. After Frank Malzone fouled out, Dick Gernet walked, which was followed by a Gary Geiger single scoring Jensen and stretching the Red Sox lead to 3-1. Catcher Sammy White then fouled out bringing up Jerry Casale. The rookie hurler had already contributed a sacrifice bunt in the fifth inning which set up a run scoring single by Pete Runnels. There was no bunt sign this time and Jerry took the first two pitches for balls. “I was looking for the curve,” said Casale, “it was a little up there.” Senators’ righty Russ Kemmerer confirmed it, “I got it up a little high,” he told Cliff Keane, “He got it lots higher didn’t he.” Indeed, he did, launching a three run smash high over the left center-field wall, over the screen and on to the roof of a building on Lansdowne Street.

Fourteen-year-old Billy Street from South Boston retrieved the ball from the roof and returned it to Casal receiving an autographed baseball in return. “Someone said there was a ball on the roof top”, the gleeful youngster told the Globe’s Harold Kaese, “so I climbed up and got it.”

Jerry Casale was the center of attention, effusively praised for his remarkable performance which invoked the memories of the some of the game’s all-time greats. “It wasn’t one of those tainted Fenway Park taps either,” wrote Cliff Keane, ” But a tremendous clout, over the left centerfield wall and screen, across the street, atop a building. Possibly it was 500 feet, belonging in the same class with those hit by Jimmy Foxx…Hank Greenberg and some of the other muscular men of the past.” And then came the headline of Harold Kaese’s article invoking the sainted memory of the man who bore such nicknames as “The Colossus”, “Caveman,” “Tarzan”, and “The Mauler” when he played for the Red Sox in the nascent days of Fenway Park. “…Probably the longest home run hit by a pitcher in Boston since Babe Ruth.” The similarities were everywhere. Babe sent to a home for “incorrigibles” as a little boy, Jerry losing his father at six and his mother at 14. Both heavily influenced by Roman Catholic clergy, Babe by Brother Mathias at St. Mary’s, Jerry by Father John Keane at St. Francis Xavier church in Brooklyn. Both clouting balls higher and farther than most, both pitchers and both Red Sox. For me it was the perfect storm; A pitcher who could hit bombs!!! Gets no better than that! Jerry Casale, a first-generation Italian immigrant (just like my dad) was my guy! But yes Miss Vito…There’s still “moah.” A bunch “moah.”

Four days later was Patriots Day, the marathon ran through Kenmore Square and Frank Malzone’s home run in the 12th beat the Yankees 5-4, putting the Sox 4-3 on the season. Five days hence, they beat the Senators in Washington for a 6-5 mark on the year, in fourth place, four games behind the Cleveland Indians. They would never be over .500 again and by mid-May it was clear that this was not “next year.” On the last day of June, they hit last place, two days later manager Mike Higgins was fired and replaced by Rudy York (for one game), a loss and then Billy Jurgis.

Billy Jurgis, the Red Sox, and Elijah “Pumpsie” Green, were on the precipice of history.

Streaky was the earmark of this club. They dropped the first two under Jurgis but then, holy mackerel! They won seven out of their next eight including, get this, a FIVE GAME SWEEP OF THE YANKEES at Fenway! They dropped five of their next seven.

And then…History was made!

The Red Sox occupied the cellar in the eight team American League when “Pumpsie” arrived. They were 40-50, eleven games behind the Indians and White Sox. He made his major league debut and history on July 21, 1959, in Commiskey Park against the White Sox. With the Red Sox trailing 2-1 in the top of the eighth, Vic Wertz, batting for shortstop Don Buddin, singled leading off the inning. Jurgis inserted Green to run for Wertz. He was stranded on first as Pete Runnels lined to right, Marty Keough popped to third and Dick Gernet fouled out to the catcher. He replaced Buddin at short for the eighth, did not see a chance and was on deck in the top of the ninth with runners on first and third when Jackie Jensen grounded out to end the game, a 5-4 loss.

Ted Williams immediately took the 25-year-old rookie under his wing, making him his warm-up throwing partner before games.

“Pumpsie’s” first at bat came the following afternoon against Hall of Fame pitcher Early Wynn. He went 0-3 with a walk, however, Jerry Casale hit his second homer of the year and at the breakfast table the following day, that six-year-old kid in Weymouth Massachusetts learned that “Pumpsie” Green was a switch-hitter which immediately added him to the list of “my guys.” The Red Sox were stumbling through to the end of the road trip losing 10 of 13 games and every day I checked the box scores, no “Pumpsie.”

A switch hitter!!!!! How awesome is that!!! “Pumpsie joined Casale as one of “My Guys.”

Then….Still more Miss Vito…Another move.

A week later the stumbling Sox reached down to Minneapolis once again and brought up “the future” as shortstop Jim (not Joe) Mahoney and pitcher Earl Wilson arrived. Mahoney, a slick field no hit guy replaced Don Buddin at short. My dad referred to Buddin as E-6. Pumpsie was inserted at second base and Runnels moved to first. But what caught my six-year-old eye was Earl Wilson. He arrived hitting .356 with three homers and 10 RBI. It is worthy of note that his OPS in Minneapolis was 1.010. Of course, in 1959 OPS had not yet been invented but in retrospect it provides a great indicator of Earl’s prowess at the plate. And he was 10-2 while leading the American Association in strikeouts. Another pitcher that could hit bombs!!! I was in heaven and my triumvirate of heroes was complete. Two pitchers who could hit bombs and a switch-hitter would be my bright spots in an otherwise dreary year!

On July 27th, in Cleveland, Jerry Casale stopped a six-game skid beating Herb Score and the first place Indians 4-0, hurling a three-hit shutout. The following day was a truly historic one in the annals of the Boston Red Sox. It was the first game of a double-header pitting Gary Bell against 6′ 6″ Red Sox right-hander Frank Sullivan. “Sully entered the fourth inning with a 2-0 lead and he had not surrendered a hit. And then…A lead-off walk to Minnie Minoso, a single to Terry Francona’s dad “Tito,” a double to Rocky Colavito, a single to George Strikland, followed by a two-run homer to 31-year-old rookie Jim Baxes. And when the dust cleared, the Sox were down 5-2 and Ike Delock was on the mound. Delock was superb, holding the Indians at bay for three innings, and in the top of the seventh Billy Jurgis sent up “Pumpsie” to pinch-hit. He flied out to center and when the inning was over, the second black man in one week, 24-year-old Earl Wilson, emerged from the bullpen to make his MLB debut with the Boston Red Sox, replacing Green in the lineup. Perhaps ironically, perhaps serendipitously, perhaps both, the second black man to play for the Boston Red Sox, replaced the first black man to do so.

It took Wilson only six pitches to dispose of Minoso, Francona and Colavito, the heart of the Indians order. And he wasn’t even nervous!

Just “scared to death.” On the day that Pumpsie Green was replaced by Earl Wilson in the line-up, the Red Sox were 42-56, in last place 15 and half games behind the first place White Sox. From that day until the end of the year, they went 33-23. Although they finished the season in fifth place, (75-79 and 19 games out of first), that 33-23 mark was second best in the league trailing only the pennant winning White Sox.

Two days later, the Sox left Cleveland bound for Detroit and a three game weekend series to wrap up their road trip. Wilson was tabbed for his first big league start. There were 31,916 fans watching “Pumpsie” Green lead-off the game with a single to right. He scored on a double by Gary Geiger who then scored on a single by Ted Williams; staking the flame throwing rookie to a 2-0 lead before he even fired a pitch. Wilson faced 20 batters in his debut start. He did not surrender a run; in fact, he did not surrender a hit and he had four strikeouts. He added an RBI double off of Hall of Famer Jim Bunning and he was leading 4-0 when he left the game. And he didn’t get the win. He didn’t get the win because he only went 3 2/3 innings. an inning and a third short of qualifying for the win. You see, he walked nine Tigers! Earl’s first start was, in fact, a microcosm of his entire pro career. In the minor leagues he averaged 7.6 strikeouts per nine innings and 7.5 walks per nine. There was never a doubt about his athleticism, nor his ability, nor his strength. The question was, can he harness command of his pitches?

The Red Sox returned home on August 2nd, a much different baseball team, that had left Boston two weeks earlier. Having taken two of three from the Tigers, they won five of the first six games of the homestand, but alas, the see-saw of the streaky Sox continued throughout the summer. They’d win six of nine, lose four, win four, lose five and on and on. But then came the last three weeks of the season and in that stretch my Boston Red Sox were the best team in the American League. They were 12-5, including 8-2 in the last 10 games, with three of those wins…the always exciting walk-offs. Leaving a six-year-old little boy absolutely convinced that 1960 was going to be their year.

As for my guys?

Jerry Casale (with catcher Sammy White) went 13-8 on the year with a 4.31 ERA and led the team in wins. He threw 179.2, innings, second most on the team. He tied for the team lead in shutouts with three and his nine complete games was second to Tom Brewer (11). He hit .169 garnering 10 hits on the year. Three of them were homers, two of them were doubles and he had nine RBI. It turned out that 1959 was his best season. He fell to 2-9 in 1960 and was left unprotected in the American League expansion draft and the LA Angels made him their fifth choice. Jerry would throw only 91.1 more innings in the big leagues with the Angels and Tigers, and he would win only two more games, one with each. However, he still had a role to play in baseball and Red Sox history.

On Tuesday April 11, 1961, the Los Angeles Angels played their inaugural baseball game in Baltimore, defeating the Orioles 7-2. Cold, rain and a few sprinkles of snow blanketed the northeast causing postponements everywhere. Thus, the new franchise spent their first four days in first place. Their second game was at Fenway Park. The brand spanking new Angels arrived in town with nine players who once belonged to the Red Sox. However, the one in the spotlight was my boy, Jerry Casale, the pitcher who hit bombs. A little over 7,000 folks crowded into Fenway on that chilly afternoon when the Angels took the field behind Casale. The Red Sox touched their old teammate with a run in the bottom of the first, when rookie Carl Yastrzemski singled in Chuck Schilling, his first major league RBI. It was all the Red Sox would need as Ike Delock twirled a four hit shutout and Jerry Casale took the loss, the first in the history of the LA Angels.

Jerry had one more chapter to write in Red Sox history and it would take place on May 9th in Los Angeles’ Wrigley Field as once again he was matched up against Ike Delock. With the game scoreless in the bottom of the second, Casale came to the plate with two outs and a runner on second base. He proceeded to launch, what would be the last homer of his career over the 412-foot sign in dead center field, staking himself and his mates to a 2-0 lead. In the top of the fifth, the Red Sox had knotted the score at two when rookie Carl Yastrzemski strolled to the plate. The Boston Globe’s Bob Holbrook described the action…”the hard swinging left-hander pickled a 3-1 pitch thrown by Casale…it was a savage line drive that leaped over the left field wall for Yaz’s first major league homer.” One of my boys had departed and the guy who would become my “all-time guy” had arrived, Carl Michael Yastrzemski.

Earl and Pumpsie.

ELIJAH, JERRY “PUMPSIE” GREEN

In four seasons “Pumpsie” played 327 games with the Red Sox, 133 of them in the 1960 season. He spent most of the 1961 season as a starter. It was his most productive year as he hit .260, with career highs in home runs (6), RBI (27), doubles (12) and triples (3). A solid utility player he divided time between short and second and in December of 1962 he was traded to the brand new, New York Mets, along with Tracy Stallard and a player to be named later. In return the Red Sox received Felix Mantilla. In yet another ironic twist Mantilla would become the Red Sox first player of color to be named an All-Star.

In Danny Peary’s book We Played the Game, Pumpsie said “When I was playing, being the first black on the Red Sox wasn’t nearly as big a source of pride as it would be once I was out of the game. At the time I never put much stock in it or thought about it. Later I understood my place in history. I don’t know if I would have been better in another organization with more black players. But as it turned out, I became increasingly proud to have been with the Red Sox as their first black.” He later told Harvey Frommer “There’s really nothing that interesting about me. I am just an everyday person happy with what I did, I take a lot of pride in having played for the Red Sox…I would like to be remembered in Red Sox history as just another ballplayer…That was what it was really all about, from the beginning.”

I chuckled when I read these passages for in a way, I was like “Pumpsie.” I fell in love with “Pumpsie” Green when I was six, for one reason, he could switch hit. He was “just another ball player” but he could SWITCH HIT!! Just like Mickey Mantle. And like “Pumpsie” I was far removed from 1959 when I realized what “Pumpsie” Green meant to the Boston Red Sox and their history and how much more I appreciate and admire him for it!

EARL WILSON

Ten years ago, I wrote the piece below which tells my tale of Earl Wilson. And there is “moah” Miss Vito, so much ‘moah” but that’s for another post. I would only add this.

Earl’s page from the 1965 Red Sox yearbook which he signed for me in 1965. No matter what my kids say, I ain’t selling!

AND SO IT IS ON THIS DAY IN BASEBALL, MARCH 19, 2024
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Of Apples and Trees, Aunties and Love…

On Friday, April 21, 2017 at 10:00 am, a celebration will take place in a little corner of the world of a little town, in southeastern Massachusetts.

Those of you who read this blog, know that recently our family lost the hub of it’s wheel with the passing of my sister Nan.

Spring has arrived and in this season of new life; we will gather as the Hanson Public Library will honor her life and her heart when they dedicate their Children’s Room in her name.

And thus is as it should be for it was children which shaped her life and who in turn had their lives shaped by her.

A case in point, two cases actually.

Brady, Papa and Jake

Brady is 10, Jake is 13 and Papa, well he’s older than that. They are the great-nephews of Nancy. Last December, they traveled from Florida with their immediate family to gather with their extended family to say goodbye to their great Auntie Nancy.

The week consisted of gathering in Nancy’s home where days were filled with, talking, laughing, crying, hugging and a whole lotta love. We played Monopoly and Clue,  we poured over hundreds of photos. We put together five photo posters, collages which told the story of Auntie Nancy’s life, told the story of all of our lives.  And in so doing unveiling to us all, the monumental role that this sweet gentle soul played in all of our lives.

                                                          Charley and Brady

Several days after returning to Florida Brady told his mom that their week in Massachusetts was the “best trip ever.” Mom called to tell me this and she said “Dad, we went to Auntie Nancy’s wake and funeral, we took a trip for a couple of hours to a book store and other than that, we never left the house.”

One might ask themselves, how could a ten year old, call this his “best trip ever?”

The answer is simple in its profundity…Love! The love that was and is Auntie Nancy. That love which penetrates each and everyone in the blessing of our family.

“Our connection is pure love.” A concept that is not lost on 10 year old Brady. Ah yes, “And a child shall lead them.”

                                                              Jake and Reagan

Jake is a 13 year old eighth grade student. Gathered in the church to say goodbye, he heard these words spoken about his great Auntie Nancy, regarding a small plaque which sat on her bookcase in her home.

“For the past two years as she battled her disease, she did so with a determination, hope and dignity that left those of us around her in awe and at one point simply stating ‘I’m sick of talking about it.’ And in so doing, she refused to let cancer define her, for to her it was simply a storm and there was far too much dancing in the rain to be done.”

He spent the week learning to dance.

A few weeks after Jake returned to Florida, he was inducted into the National Junior Honor Society. Each student was charged with the responsibility of choosing their own quote to define them.

                                                               Jake’s choice!

It is said that apples do not fall far from trees. And in fact to become a tree one had to have at one time been an apple. On Friday apples and trees will gather at the Hanson Public Library.

                       Some apples which have grown into some fine young trees.

                                                            Seven sweet apples

                                                    Apples and trees

                                                           A collection of trees

                                                                The trunk

On Friday we will gather for Nancy Cappellini Family Fun Day. We will honor the indelible mark left by her at The Hanson Public Library. There will be some tears for we miss her so, but the smiles will prevail as we will be reminded how blessed we are, for we were touched by her light and continue walk in it.

            The newest apple will be there, making his first trip to Auntie Nancy’s

We move forward with a deeper understanding, with “our connection of pure love” and with a better ability for dancing in the rain. And as I reread the flyer I can’t stop smiling, remembering that; for so many apples and so many trees, every day was Family Fun Day at Auntie Nancy’s.

Twas always thus and thus shall always be!

                 And so it is on this day, Nancy M Cappellini Family Fun Day!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“The great enemy of the truth is very often not the lie, deliberate, contrived and dishonest, but the myth, persistent, persuasive and unrealistic.” John F. Kennedy

Today, April 17th, 2017 a lifelong dream comes to fruition when Arcadia Publishing and the History Press releases this book. It is a pictorial essay about the 35th President with 200 photographs of him at home in his beloved New England.

JFK at the tiller of the US Coast Guard Yacht Manitou, sailing Rhode Island Sound in August of 1962.  

I was a seven year old third grade student in Miss Noyes’ class at the James Humphrey School in Weymouth, Massachusetts when John F. Kennedy was elected the 35th President of the United States.

Three years later my class returned from the playground and gym class to be informed by Miss Rygren that “Our President” had been shot and killed in Dallas TX.

From 1990-1992, while in grad school, I worked as a volunteer docent at the JFK Library. While leading a group of fourth grade students through the museum I was asked this question. “Did you know President Kennedy?” “No”, I replied and the loquacious little fellow followed up with “Then what are you doing here?”

My response went this way. “When I was your age, President Kennedy made me believe that my life could make a difference in the world… So I guess what I’m doing here is passing that message on to you.”

In 2018 I will retire after 26 years as a history teacher in Manatee County Florida. During that time I have noticed a phenomenon which I have named the Iconic Streamline. This is the single event for which icons come to be known. For example, when I ask students what they know about Abraham Lincoln, I would invariably hear, “He freed the slaves.”

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Martin Luther King? “I have a dream speech.”

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Rosa Parks? “Didn’t give up her seat.”

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When I asked what they knew about JFK, the answer was virtually always the same, “He got shot.”

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My passion for history, which ultimately led me to the classroom, was lit by President John F Kennedy.  The idea that generations later, middle and high school kids identified him simply as “the guy that got shot” was and is unsettling to me.

It was during my tenure at the JFK Library that Jackie, Caroline and John Jr. initiated the annual Profiles in Courage Award. It is awarded each year around the time of the President’s birthday, May 29th, and it was designed to put the focus upon JFK’s life and legacy, not his death.

This year marks the 100th anniversary of his birth. Those of us who are the children of his New Frontier, may have a bit of a problem wrapping our minds around that fact; for images from those days remain vivid and clear. This is especially true if you lived in his home state of Massachusetts and indeed all of New England.

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John F. Kennedy in New England is my small effort to bring the focus to the life and legacy of John F. Kennedy. And as I researched and wrote I was brought to an epiphany, I am a piece of that legacy. Like so many of the children of the New Frontier, I was inspired by the young president, his vision for America and Her place in the world. Angered and disillusioned by his murder and the decades that followed, it would take me neigh a half century to return to it.

Having done so, I sought to find the man. The man behind the hero, behind the legend, behind the icon.

What better way to do that than to find him at home? I spent weeks pouring over thousands of photos before settling on the photos to use. Several of which have never been published.

Some of them follow.

This one is personal. The gentleman smiling between JFK and the smiling woman, is my grandfather William Kelly. I still have a copy of the October 1952 newspaper in which this appeared. It is a cropped photo and the woman on the far left with the fur wrap is not in that cropped photo. When I found this original it brought a huge smile, for that woman is my grandmother Mary Kelly.

This is a Monday morning in July 1962 as JFK and RFK leave Hyannis Port bound for DC. Note the President saying good bye to his very unhappy little boy in the background.

This was taken in the summer of 1952 as JFK and his campaign manager RFK take a break from the Senate Campaign.

In 1958, it was a forgone conclusion that Senator Kennedy would win his re-election to the Senate. However with aspirations to capture the nomination for president in 1960, it was essential that he win decisively. Jackie said that this was the toughest of all his campaigns. The above photo is from the 1958 Columbus Day Parade in Framingham MA.

In June of 1962, President Kennedy delivered the commencement address at Yale University in New Haven Connecticut. In his speech he said, “The great enemy of the truth is very often not the lie, deliberate, contrived and dishonest, but the myth, persistent, persuasive and unrealistic.”

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In so many ways John F. Kennedy has become mythical, “enlarged in death, beyond what he was in life.” What he was in life was:

A PT Boat Commander, whose boat was sliced in two by a Japanese destroyer in August of 1943. Eleven of the 13 crew members survived as Kennedy swam many miles throughout a week of hiding on two different, Japanese occupied, Pacific islands. They were all rescued by virtue of a message carved by JFK in a coconut and delivered to Allied forces in Rendova by natives.

He was,

Uncle Jack, who would drive the kids around the compound of his summer home in a golf cart.

He was Daddy, who would take his son for a swim in the pool at Bailey’s Beach in Newport RI.

Or enjoy a sail or cruise with his daughter upon the waters of Nantucket Sound.

Or who would, one month before he died, leave the Harvard/Columbia football game (above) at half time, slip the Secret Service and visit the grave of his son a few miles away.

He was a husband,

“who wove with a woman, what could not be broken in life”and with whom he shared the loss of two children, stillborn Arabella in 1956 and Patrick at two days old in August of 1963.

President and Mrs. Kennedy leave the hospital at Otis Air Force Base, following the birth and death of Patrick Bouvier Kennedy in August of 1963.

He was Jack, the son who never failed to kiss his father goodbye and…

He was a brother.

Who lost his older brother Joe (right) in World War II and his sister Kathleen a few years later. His beloved “Kick” who was often call his kindred spirit.

Who would ultimately inspire two younger brothers to follow him into the political arena and who reveled in gathering with his family.

He was a fiercely loyal friend,

Who would go for a drive,

Head for the links…

Or sail or cruise the ocean…

He was,

the Commander in Chief of the United States armed forces.

And he was the 35th President of the United States of America.

John F Kennedy was the youngest elected president in US history. Like all of us, he was a flawed human being. Like few of us, his flaws were played out on an international stage.

He was my president and he made me believe my life could make a difference. Within weeks of his death Jacqueline Kennedy said, “now he’s a legend when he would have preferred to be a man.” It is my hope that this book helps dispel “the persistent, persuasive and unrealistic myth” that, in many ways, has cloaked John Kennedy. And you may come away with a better understanding of the man who made New England and in fact the sea, his home.

I further hope that somewhere out there are some who left my classroom believing that their life can make a difference. For then I will have been worthy of his legacy.

Email fenwaypark100@gmail.com for an autographed copy. And feel free to purchase one for everybody you know.

                                            And so it is on this day, April 17, 2017

 

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Billy Rohr, We Will Love Him Forever…

It was 50 years ago today that I was huddled around an eight transistor radio at the soda fountain counter at Reidy’s Drug Store in Jackson Square in East Weymouth Massachusetts.

We were listening to the voice of the man in the middle…

Ken Coleman (center), Ned Martin (left) and Mel Parnell were the Red Sox broadcast team in 1967.

This team was in their second year of broadcasting as Coleman had replaced broadcasting legend Curt Gowdy who was bound for NBC, national broadcasts and immortality. Ken Coleman was a native of Quincy Massachusetts and he arrived behind the Red Sox mike from Cleveland where he was the voice of both the Browns and Indians.

Coleman’s voice was palpable that Friday afternoon, filled with excitement as he painted the picture of Billy Rohr toiling on the mound at Yankee Stadium on his own march toward immortality.

You see, on April 14, 1967 Billy Rohr came within a whisper of pitching a no-hitter in his first appearance on the mound as a major league pitcher.  He came within an out of doing just that and I wrote about it here four years ago.

“Billy Rohr, on the Threshold, Eight Hits in the Game, All of them Belong to Boston”…..Ken Coleman

Billy and Russ Gibson, his catcher that day, were both making their major league debuts. They forged a lifelong friendship.

Four years ago I was working on my book about the 1967 Red Sox and I asked Billy to write the foreword.

He was more than gracious and on this day I offer his recollections of his “15 minutes.”

I’ll never forget! “You’re going north”; these words were spoken to me by Dick Williams one spring morning on the practice field at Chain-o-Lakes Park in Winter Haven Florida. I was going to “the Show” and what a show it was. We had a Triple Crown winner and a Cy Young winner. We had the obligatory brawls with the Yankees. We had sell outs, shut outs and blow outs. We had a Boston icon felled by a fastball to his head. We even had a kid get his “fifteen minutes of fame” in Yankee Stadium. When all was said and done, we had a pennant and a crack at a World Championship, Boston’s first since Harvard was a prep school. And the fans went crazy!

On a more personal note, I’ve come to very peaceful terms with my role, my contributions, indeed my fifteen minutes.

Throughout the many years since 1967 the wonderful Fenway Faithful have welcomed us, welcomed me back to Boston on numerous occasions. As time has crept forward I have noticed a palpable difference in the universal perception of my little part in the Impossible Dream. For a good many years the focus was on Yaz and Lonnie-as well it should be. Yet in the past decade or two there has seemed to me a bit more all inclusive view of the team. More kudos for George Scott, Reggie Smith, Rico Petrocelli, Gary Bell, John Wyatt, Mike Andrews, Jerry Adair, my dear pal, the late Russ Gibson. While still recognizing the stars, the role players have become beloved members of the Dream.

As dreams go, the fondest memories blur through the prism of time into a landscape of history seen to anyone under 50 as that distant miracle described indelibly by Kenny Coleman in the Impossible Dream. I don’t hear it much anymore, haven’t for a good many years, but make no mistake, it still brings chills. I suppose winning the pennant by one game gives each individual victory some added meaning and if you do not think the stars were in alignment on April 14, 1967 all you need do is once again hear the voice of Ken Coleman screaming from the Yankee Stadium radio booth….”Yastrzemski going back, way back and he dives and makes a tremendous catch.”

Impossible? Probably.

Dream? Oh yeah.

Thanks Boston

Billy Rohr

At 71 years young, Billy still practices law in California, “to fund his golf habit.”

There has been a flurry of media attention which has come his way as the baseball world remembers the wonder of his magical day a half century ago.

And as for me, I pause remembering a chilly day in April a half century ago, when the “stars aligned” for a skinny, 22 year old kid from San Diego California who knocked on the door, the entry to a new portal. A portal that would click the cosmic tumblers unveiling a, new energy. An energy that would ultimately transform a franchise, a city and the world of baseball itself!

Ah, 1967 how she has marked me…

Thanks Billy, may all your days be played in the short grass.

                                 And so it is on this day, April 14, 2017, Billy’s Day.

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Venice High School Baseball’s 6th Annual Veteran’s Night, “The best thing we do every year.”

On December 7, 1941, the country of Japan attacked the American naval base in Pearl Harbor Hawaii, initiating America’s involvement in World War II.

On April 1, 2017 in the little city of Venice Florida, approximately 150 Veterans of the United States of America gathered on the Venice High School baseball field to be honored, to be appreciated and to be thanked.

The field was prepared and ready.

“Old Glory” presided over the festivities.

Among the dignitaries were Veterans of WW II.

                                     These folks range in age from 90 to 96.

There were Korean War Veterans.

                                                                    There were Vietnam Vets

                                 And some from more recent world conflicts.

Over 16,000,000 Americans served in World War II and The National World War II Museum in New Orleans estimates that, in 2016, there were approximately 650,000 still living. It is my pleasure to introduce a few of them.

Sgt. JoAnn Hacay served in the Civil Air Patrol in Roanoke Virginia from 1944-1948. It was the largest air patrol unit in the country.

Walt Glaws (top) and “Clink” Forsberg (below) were both B-24 pilots however in the truest trademark of the “Greatest Generation”, all “Clink” would say about it all was ” yea I flew a plane” and Walt just wanted to talk about his brother who was an “ace” flyer.

Bill Burger, the elder statesman of the group at 96, was a flight engineer who served in the US Army Air Corps. He designed the engines for both the B-24 and B-29 and trained the flight crews.

Chief Yeoman Officer Richard Lapan, served on the USS Mount McKinley which directed the landing of the 77th Infantry Division on the southern coast of Okinawa. He also served in the capacity of Admiral’s Secretary which found him privy to top secret info. He was constantly accompanied by the Navy Shore Patrol.

Jack Hollerback served as a 3rd Class Petty Officer on the USS Vincennes. I asked Jack the somewhat rhetorical question ” so I assume you were in the Pacific?” Jack, “yea.” Seeking to hear about any action he may have seen, I asked, ‘so where were you.” Jack, “we were all over.” It was clear after a bit of prodding Jack was not particularly forth coming. So when I got home I researched the Vincennes. Here’s what I found. She was a screen for the carrier carrying the Doolittle Raid fliers. They participated in the Battle of Midway and in the Guadalcanal Campaign. AND, it was sunk in the Battle of Savo Island taking 332 men with her.

Sgt. Erwin Berg was a Royal Dutch Marine who served aboard the HNLMS Piet Hein which was sunk in the Battle of Badung. He was rescued by a British Allied ship which was also sunk landing him in a Japanese POW camp from which he escaped. Erwin is 95 years young.

This Veterans Night had a special twist for yours truly. The guy in the Red Sox hat is my “big brother” Willie. Willie served in Vietnam in the 3rd battalion, 22nd infantry of the 25th infantry division. He took part in countless search and destroy missions in and around Cu Chi, Tay Ninh, Dau Tieng, Hoe Mon and Saigon. He participated in operations in the Iron Triangle receiving two Purple Hearts. He is surrounded by family who came to honor him. Grandson Gus holds the baseball.

 Coach Faulkner shakes hands with Captain Jerry Biller.

Jerry is a graduate of Venice High School he received his commission from the University of Central Florida as a 2nd Lieutenant in 1989.  He served in the 101st Airborne as a Platoon leader and a U.S. Airborne Ranger Scout Recon Team Leader leading 3 sniper and 3 reconnaissance teams. He served in Central American in early 1990 and in the fall of 1990 through 1992 he deployed to Operation Desert Storm which later became the Persian Gulf War.

As an Air Assault Pathfinder unit, Team Jerry served in the 3rd/187 Rakkasan Unit, leading the invasion of US forces as the first into Iraq determining enemy location and stopping the resupply of Kuwait through his deployment of sniper teams along HWY 8. He was awarded the Bronze Star for Leadership and the combat infantry badge. Team Jerry was featured on the cover of the book Certain Victory which is now taught as military doctrine.

A few of the host of volunteers who made all this happen. These young ladies greeted each veteran and signed them in. Every veteran’s name was read as they walked onto the field.

Four more members of the volunteer crew who worked to make every vet know that they were and are VIP’s.

Countless people offered their time and energy to pay tribute to our veterans.

Venice High freshman Gabe Mopps played the National Anthem. Gabe is the First Chair Violinist Concert Master with the Sarasota Youth Orchestra. The violin he is playing was made in 1910.

Venice High Senior Hannah Jai, who recently opened for Bon Jovi sang God Bless America in the bottom of the fourth inning.

The Young Marines of Venice Middle School were one of three color guards who participated in the event.

The JROTC of Venice High School was the second color guard.

No-Vel Legion Post 159 provided the third honor guard.

And they provided a 21 rifle salute as well.

And their bugler played taps.

                                          The umpires donned red, white and blue.

From left to right, Chris Hunt served in the Sarasota Police Department and he was part of the protection detail for President George W Bush on his visit to Sarasota on September 11, 2001. Josh Copeland (center) served in the Marine Corps for four years and Tim Tate is a 17 year veteran of the US Air Force.

Venice Police Chief Tom Mattmuller and Captain John Jernigan of the Sarasota County Sheriff’s office led the color guards on the field.

Venice Mayor John Holic, here with former Venice High teacher Mr. Mitchell, led the honored guests on the field.

They gathered by the batting cages and were presented with a baseball.

Coach Faulkner and members of the coaching staff greeted each of the nearly 150 veterans who made their way to the field.

Each vet’s name was called and they were invited to take the field and participate in the  first pitch ceremony.

The Venice Indians are ready to receive the first pitch.

The visiting Rams participated in the ceremony as well, but not before applauding the vets as they took the field.

Four different “First Pitch” events accommodated the branches of the service, with the Coast Guard and Navy combining forces.

The game was played, with Ty engaging in his rookie performance as the Indian bat boy.

The Indians prevailed in an exciting 4-3 comeback win and the night came to an end with a fireworks display.  

The real winners, however, were the veterans and all who were present.

It was a celebration of America, replete with…

Reflection…

Respect and gratitude…

And as I reflected on the night I was struck by the notion that these men and women who served our country, continue to do so. For what transpired was the building of a bridge across a century of American generations; the vehicle, the great American game of baseball. Nearly 500 people, in a small town on the west coast of Florida, gathered to simply say thank you to 150 of their fellow Americans. Thank you for answering your country’s call, thank you for your service wearing the uniform of your nation and above all, thank you for joining us on this magical night and building a bridge across generations of your fellow citizens. For, because of your presence on this night, the young men and women, boys and girls you touched, will embrace their future with a better understanding of what it means to be an American.

And embodied in that bridge is…HOPE!

So with honor, pride, respect and the deepest gratitude we say….Thank you!

And thank you to Lisa Guscette for the photos.

                                 And so it is on this day, April 7, 2017, Good Night Colonel.

 

 

 

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As Dad Always Said….

Today marks the 96th anniversary of my dad’s birth. A bit hard for me to believe that it’s been neigh a century since he made his way into this world. Maybe that’s because it’s hard for me to believe that I’ve been stumbling around for six plus decades, but that’s another story for another day.

Remo Sinibaldi

The longer I live the more I find myself beginning sentences with the phrase, “my dad always said, or as dad used to say;” funny thing that wisdom.

A friend told me once, I should write down all the little tidbits dad passed along on the way; so today in honor of him and his birthday, I offer these “Dadisms.”

“The most important lessons in life cannot be taught, they must be learned.”

This may be life’s toughest lesson. Who among us has not known or watched someone we love make a decision or choice that we KNOW is going to hurt them? All the words in the world, all the love in your heart, all the energy of your soul is not going to change anything. Only life can teach said lesson and all you can do is hope that they learn, and from the learning, grow.

Closely related is this one.

“Don’t exert energy over what you can’t control, it’s wasted.”

This one’s a toughie, hard to come to terms with, for sometimes we think just loving one enough can fix everything. But that will never work if said one loved, does not love themselves.

“The only way to process emotional pain is to allow yourself to feel it, give it it’s due but don’t let it consume you.”

An invaluable tidbit, for emotional pain not encountered can cripple and destroy and being consumed by it can do the same.

“There is a never ending supply of idiots in the world and the longer you live the more of them you get to meet.”

Nuf Ced!

His thoughts on raising kids was simple and straight forward. It came to me way back in 1978 when I became a dad. I had purchased a parenting book. The conversation went something like this… Dad…”Bought a book huh?” Me, “Yea, I don’t know what I’m doing.” Dad, “Do you think your mother and I knew what we were doing? Look, teach her this, don’t lie, don’t cheat, don’t steal…Take responsibility for herself and all the rest of that s#@t will fall into place.”

A parenting book in 25 words!

“A one putt hides a multitude of sins.”

Love this one for its truth and am reminded of it virtually every time I play golf. A great metaphor for life knowing that you are always just one shot away from turning your round around. You’re always one step, one choice, one move away from turning your life around.

Related to that, is this…

“If you ain’t scared, it don’t mean much.”

Mark Twain said that “courage is the mastery, not the absence of fear.” Fear is part of the journey. It is inescapable. My own little tidbit has grown from this…”We choose to feed our hopes or feed our fears.” Feed your hopes and you will continue to grow, feed your fears and you’ll die on the vine.

“You can always find 100 reasons why not to do something, find one reason to try and just do it.”

I remember clearly when he imparted this pearl. It was 1986 when I was contemplating a move from Boston’s south shore to Florida’s west coast. I was chatting with him about the pros and cons of said move and was rattling off the cons. He was sitting in his chair, opening his mail, and without looking up he said simply, “Ya know, you can always find 100 reasons not to do something.” And then glancing over his reading glasses, he added, find one reason to try and just do it.” He was telling me to “just do it”, two years before some shoe company coined the phrase. Words to live by…Not always easy, but what is?

At the crux of these words is the simple reality that growth, success and being the best we can be, cannot occur without pushing our comfort zones. To remain in the cocoon of our comfort zone feeds fear, cripples and leaves us imprisoned, often in a golden, gilded cage!

Beware your comfort zone.

“Go about your business, maintain your integrity, do what you do and everyone and everything gets exposed for who and what they are in the end.”

Good to remember when you find yourself preoccupied with exerting energy in hoping that someone who has wronged or harmed you “gets theirs.” Give it up in the knowledge that karma counts.

“Any man worth his salt will face his doubts.”

Self explanatory but not easy. Once again, a situation where we must simply confront our fears. Never, ever easy!

“Always remember there is a fine line between righteous and self righteous.”

I believe this was spawned from the words of one of dad’s favorite poems, If  by Rudyard Kipling.

If you can keep your head when all about you… Are losing theirs and blaming it on you…If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you… But make allowance for their doubting too…”

Needless to say, it’s become one of mine too.

“Don’t spend a lot of time trying to figure out women, just accept them for the wonderful creatures that they are.”

Nothing to add here, for the most important lessons in life cannot be taught, they must be learned.

“All of life is bittersweet.”

The longer we travel life’s road, the more the clarity of these words reveal themselves for life is a journey wrought with joy and sorrow, love and pain, smiles and tears and often both at the same time. What gives us the capacity to grow is to always, always. always…choose love. For in the end, nothing else matters.

John F Kennedy described himself to his wife as “an idealist without illusions.” I believe I can say that my dad was a “romantic without illusions.” He squeezed every drop out of this life embracing it all.

He once told me that there is no way to avoid being hurt by life. You will win, you will lose, you will succeed, you will fail. Life victimizes us all. It is inevitable and he summed it up. “There are two types of people in this world. There are those who kick the shit out of life and those who let life kick the shit out of them. Be a kicker!”

Happy Birthday Dad and thanks for the tools…I’m taking my lumps but I’m still kicking! I’ll go out kicking! Oh and Dad…You’re with me everyday,  “Our connection is pure love.”

                   And so it is on this day, March 31, 2017, Dad’s 96th!

 

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” I can sum up what I know about life in three words…It goes on”… Robert Frost

Consider this an official announcement. This blog is officially being transformed. Begun as a baseball blog to honor the 100th birthday of Fenway Park; I am officially transforming and broadening it’s vision.

Throughout the years, I have sprinkled some personal stories throughout these posts. Recognizing that, that will continue, I feel compelled to make it official.

And in the end, it all makes sense, for my great love, for the great game of baseball is rooted in the fact that baseball is truly one of the great metaphors for life itself.

I’m moving forward, still with baseball stories but with more of the nitty gritty of life. What that means, in a nutshell, is that nothing is off the table. I move with the words of legendary UCLA coach John Wooten who once said, “Failure is not fatal, but failure to change might be;” and with the hope of George Eliot who intoned that it is “never too late to become what you might have been.”

So…Recognizing that this stage of my life calls for a bit of a reinvention, I invite one and all to climb on board and I hope you enjoy the ride.

                                        And so it is on this day, March 29, 2017

 

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OF BLESSINGS, BASEBALL, AUNTIE NANCY, OWEN AND DANCING IN THE RAIN…..

This is a deeply personal story. I offer it here because each of us is a deeply personal story unto ourselves. It is my hope that my story can touch you and your story.

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This is Nancy Cappellini. Nancy is my “baby” sister. The youngest of four children of Remo and Mary Sinibaldi.

This is Remo and Mary Sinibaldi when Mary was known as Mary Kelly.

And this is Mary and Remo with their four cherubs shortly after moving into their new home in Weymouth Massachusetts.

Nancy married Steven, her childhood sweetheart, and they raised a family of four beautiful children; two boys and two girls. They weathered the storms that life delivers us all and all that did was teach Nancy how to dance in the rain. Along the way she completed her required degrees and became first, the children’s librarian, and then its director in Hanson Massachusetts. Steve owned and operated a body shop and the Cappellinis became known to most in this small town of 10,000 people.

This is Steve and Nancy, with Lauren and their son Scott, on the day of their wedding. It was October 1, 2016, Nancy’s 62nd birthday.

The Cappellini household became the sun in the solar system of their extended families. It was here where family gathered during summer for Fourth of July bonfires (yikes), where Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners were held. Kids were everywhere and it was home to not only family but anyone and everyone who needed a kind word, an ear, a place to be valued, a place to be loved, and of course, something to eat! Nancy became mother to many more than just her four.

She is a precious vessel of light, …and she is ours!

A week before Christmas, Nancy succumbed to the ravages of cancer after a two year gallant, heroic battle. And while fighting this battle she brought out the best in those whom she touched. She was the source of energy and strength, she was the encourager, she was the teacher; and through it all her ultimate lesson was the true meaning of the greatest of life’s gifts, love.

I had the honor of sharing her last day with her. A dear friend wrote me and said, “Be ever so present right now. This is part of our journey on this earth and it is sad but also miraculous if we allow that level of understanding and insight.” I was present and during that day I got to watch the manifestation of the love her husband and children shared with and for her. It was a love which sprung from the depths of a divine humanity and it glimmered with a palpability that brought its own breath. It is a love that could only proliferate even in her passing. We all were literally uplifted in its presence.

And it could be no other way. For as she said to her son a mere hours before she passed, “Our connection is pure love.” Twas always thus, and thus shall always be.

This is Margeaux and Brian.

Margeaux is Nancy’s niece and one of those to whom Nancy was a mother. Brian is the daddy to that treasure they are holding together. That little treasure is a baby boy named Owen and this is about one month before his due date of January 3rd, 2017

Margeaux had a very special relationship with her Auntie Nancy and in her “condition” she was deemed “unable” to travel the 1500 miles to attend her services. This was found to be unacceptable.

“Our connection is pure love.”

Her and Brian boarded a plane and made the 1500 mile flight, to say goodbye to her Auntie Nancy and to be with us all. We laughed, we cried, we held on to each other and through a rain, the likes of which we have never known…we danced.

And we watched the love that was Nancy uplift thousands of people. We saw it in the people who stood in an hour long line to simply stop and pay their respects. We saw it in a full church who came to pray and listen to those who loved her so, tell of her unconquerable spirit and undying love. And we were touched by it from a community’s outpouring of kindness, love and support.

This is Kristi and that’s Margeaux behind her wearing glasses.

Kristi and Margeaux have been pals since they were little kids splashing in the waves of the Atlantic Ocean on Cahoon Hollow Beach in Wellfleet MA. Kristi’s birthday is December 30th. When Margeaux got the word that her due date was January 3rd, she said to me, “this baby is going to be born on Kristi’s birthday.”

On December 23rd, the day after Auntie Nancy’s funeral, Brian and Margeaux flew home to Florida. We communicated daily and late in the evening of December 29th, I received the following message. ” I think my water just broke.”

Owen Raymond Imperiale arrived at 3:57 am on December 30, 2016. Happy Birthday Kristi.

It is said that the hour between 3 and 4 am is the hour when the curtain between the spiritual world and those of us fumbling around here on earth is at it’s thinnest. Auntie Nancy was, in Margeaux’s words, “everywhere.”

“Our connection is pure love.”

                                                                       Owen

Little Owen is a happy little fellow who has no idea the special position he holds in our family. But he will come to understand and know all about the love that is his great Auntie Nancy. How could he not?

“Our connection is pure love.”

French philosopher and Poet Alphonse de Lamartine once wrote, “Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can, and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.”

A wise man that Monsieur de Lamartine. For in leaving us far too soon, the vessel of light and love that was and continues to be Nancy; has presented those of us left behind with a precious gift. The opportunity to grab onto those words and live them.

“Our connection is pure love.”

When we lose those we love, we honor them by how we live our lives. We are infused with the responsibility to carry on for them. I must say that I have found Nancy sitting on my shoulder quite a bit these past few months as she refuses to let me be anything less but the best I can be, and when I’m not, I seem to hear about it. Frankly, sometimes she’s a pain in the ass, but I was a pain in the ass to her on more than one occasion so I smile as she works on me.

I believe I have been in love with baseball since my birth. I’m not sure how, maybe I heard dad grousing about the Braves leaving Boston while I was in utero, but I cannot remember not loving baseball. The Red Sox will be opening the season in a couple of weeks and as much as I love the Sox, I must confess my true love for this game comes from hanging with these guys at the Venice High School Baseball Field.

                                          The 2017 Venice High School Baseball Team.

The difference between these guys and the Sox, is that with these young men I have the opportunity to build relationships. And I get to do that with a group of men I admire, respect and with whom I have come to form a brotherhood that extends far beyond the baseball field. They, like my sister, demand my best.

I have known Nancy’s husband Steve since we were in high school together. We have shared many times, happy times and sad times, smooth times and troubled times. However, the “grief that has knitted our two hearts together” has formed a closer bond than we have ever shared. And baseball, specifically Venice High Baseball, has played a part. A link on the chain of that bond formed by simply sharing the dugout during a high school baseball game.

“Our connection is pure love.”

Steve and I in the dugout at Bishop Verot High School in Ft. Myers Florida on Steve’s recent visit.

Baseball will be a part of Owen’s world in some form or another and he has already smelled the grass while his brothers Drew and Seany scurried about.

There is a trendy saying now a days that talks about “moving on.” Nancy has left us, and the hole in our collective hearts in her absence is, at times unfathomable. However, moving on is not the answer, for what fool would move on from the love and light she brought to our lives? Who, in their right mind, would eschew the opportunity to strengthen the “bond of two hearts knitted in grief?”

                                  Some of the “hearts knitted together in grief.”

Who would run from “our connection of pure love.”?

No, moving on is not the answer, moving with is more like it. Moving with a greater understanding of the gift of love. Moving  with a more profound sense of urgency to relish every single moment. Moving with an increased capacity to give and receive love. Moving with a renewed desire to be the very best one can be and moving with the desire to share all of that with those we love.

Life is a miracle, so indeed is death. They are inexorably linked in this mortal journey we all travel. There is opportunities presented to us in the death of one we love however one must be open to it. I am fortunate that my sister would demand nothing less from all of us left behind, other than embracing that opportunity to grow.

“Our connection is pure love.”

There are some who will simply not understand it. There are some who will shrink in fear of it. There are some who will understand it, feel it and maybe even want it but convince themselves otherwise and thus squander the opportunity. Saddest of all will be those who understand it, know it, feel it, want it and believe they are unworthy of it. Thus they will watch it simply pass them by.

As for me, I will effort to not squander a single moment and heed the words of my dear friend whom I love, “this is part of our journey on this earth and it is sad but also miraculous if we allow that level of understanding and insight.” I will effort to take every opportunity to pass my sisters light on to all I encounter and especially they whom I love. Tis a tall order she has left me but she will be with me to remind me when I’ve slipped.

Let it in…Don’t ignore the miracle… and…Dance in the rain.

The following occurs to me as I finish: it is March 18th and Nancy left us three months ago today, tomorrow marks the 32nd year of my mothers passing at the age of 62 and I am sitting on Nan’s couch in the very spot she sat when we last chatted in this place.

“Our connection is pure love.”

                               And so it is on this day, March 18, 2017.

 

 

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Koufax and Kershaw, Leveling the Playing Field…

In my last post, I gave you a pretty comprehensive overview of Sandy Koufax and Clayton Kershaw. For Koufax it encompassed his six years of dominance from 1961 through 1966 and for Kershaw it ran from 2011 into this year.

Clayton Kershaw, Sandy Koufax and a Comparison in Dominance…

When the performances of these two greats are analyzed there is a remarkable comparability in them. However, what cannot be denied is the remarkable incomparability in the wide disparity in innings pitched/pitches thrown. It is thus this disparity in which I will attempt to level the playing field.

How do we do that?

I will keep this as simple as possible and be advised I am in the process of a complete comparison of their six seasons, so what I have for you today is a breakdown of their first  Cy Young Award seasons for each of them.

Now here’s where we level the playing field so hang with me. Again we take the given that Sandy Koufax threw far more innings in a season and thus, far more pitches per outing. There is no way we can accurately attempt to measure what Kershaw may have done if he threw as many innings/pitches as Koufax. We can however, get a pretty accurate read on what Koufax may have done if he threw less. With that in mind, let’s proceed.

We can get that read by using what I will call, the seventh inning demarcation mark. The choice of the seventh inning is simply because of the current use of pitchers in Major League Baseball, with set up man (8th inning guy) and of course, the closer.

So here goes.

In 2011 Kershaw was 21-5 with a 2.28 ERA. He led the league in strikeouts with 248. His opponents hit .207 against him. Those are the traditional stats. Looking at the other stats, his WAR was 6.5, his WHIP (Walks plus hits/IP) was an NL leading 0.977, his strikeouts per nine innings was 9.56 and his average hits allowed per nine innings was a league leading 6.71.

In Kershaw’s 33 starts in 2011, he threw 3,469 pitches, that is an average of 105 pitches per start. In 13 of those 33 starts he went beyond the seventh inning, twice he threw complete game shutouts and he also threw three other complete games, all wins. In each game he threw beyond the seventh he went 12-0 with one no decision.

As we begin it should be understood that complete game shutouts pitched by both Kershaw and Koufax were removed from scrutiny. The reason is simply that by definition, the performances of both pitchers on those days were not affected by number of innings pitched or pitchers thrown.

With that said, we begin the breakdown on Kershaw’s 2011 performance past the seventh inning. He pitched 13 2/3 innings, allowing 4 runs, on 13 hits while walking 4 and striking out 15. His ERA was 2.63 (a third of a run more) and he surrendered 4 earned runs past the seventh, 6% of his 59 total earned runs allowed. His opponents hit .245 against him (38 points higher), his WHIP was 1.27 (a half hit more per inning), and his hits per nine innings was 8.5 (nearly 2 full hits more). The only stat that remained the same was his strikeouts per nine innings which actually went up from 9.6 to 9.7.

Now comes what I will call his COMPARATIVE PERFORMANCE…Pretty sexy huh? Arrived at by backing out all activity beyond the seventh inning.

His record remained the same…21-5…His ERA went from 2.28 to 2.25…His Opponents Batting Average from .207 to .204…His WHIP from 0.977 to 0.960…His Hits per Nine went from 6.7 to 6.5 and his K/9 remained the same 9.6.

Now lets take a look at Koufax’s first Cy Young season of 1963.

First the traditional stats: he was 25-5 with a 1.88 ERA. He led the league in strikeouts with 306. His opponents hit .189 against him. In the modern stats: his WAR was a major league leading 10.7. His WHIP also a major league leading 0.874 and his K/9 innings was 8.8. He allowed 6.1 hits per nine innings to lead the NL.

Koufax started 40 games in 1963 throwing a total of 4,454 pitches for an average of 111 pitches per start. That is only six more per start than Kershaw. It is worth noting that Koufax had two starts in 1963 where he threw only 8 pitches in one and 16 in another. Twenty-eight times Koufax went beyond the seventh inning with 11 of them complete game shutouts. Nine other times he threw complete games and in all games he went beyond the seventh he was 24-0 with 4 no decisions.

This is what he looked like beyond the seventh inning; again remember this does not include his 11 shutouts for the aforementioned reason.

He pitched 35 1/3 innings allowing 12 earned runs, 38 hits while walking 8 batters and striking out 33. His ERA was 3.05 (well over a run higher), as he surrendered 12 of his 65 earned runs after the seventh, 18% of his total. His opponents hit .259, 70 points higher than before the seventh. His WHIP was 1.302 (like Kershaw nearly a half of hit higher). His strikeouts per nine dipped to 8.4 while his hits per nine soared from 6.2 to 9.6 nearly 3.5 hits more!

His COMPARATIVE PERFORMANCE…

His record remained the same…25-5…His ERA went from 1.88 to 1.73…His Opponents Batting Average from .189 to .173…His WHIP from 0.875 to 0.819…His Hits per Nine went from 6.1 to 5.7 and his K/9 virtually remained the same 8.8 to 8.9.

Koufax won the Cy Young and MVP Awards in 1963.

A few interesting notes on these two seasons…

KOUFAX 1963

  • Left-handed hitters hit .224 against him while righties hit .179.
  • 31 of his 40 starts came on 3 days rest, he was 19-3 with a 1.93 ERA in those games.
  • He started one game on just a days rest…He won, giving up 2 runs (one earned) in 8 innings.
  • He was 15-3 with a 2.09 ERA against teams over .500, 10-2 1.47 facing teams under the mark.
  • His 11 shutouts remains a record for left-handers in the Modern Era (1901-Present) and he threw 3 of them in a row in early July.
  • In two separate starts, he lasted only 1/3 of an inning surrendering 9 earned runs in those starts.

KERSHAW 2011

  • Lefties hit .178 against him, righties .213.
  • In his first 25 pitches of the game, batters hit .130 against him; over 100 pitches, .267.
  • In the seventh inning opponents hit .283 against him, his worst inning.
  • Seven times he registered double digit strikeouts with his high being 12.
  • His average run support was 4.44.
  • He was 3-3 on May 2nd and went 18-2 the rest of the way.

This is one year completed with five to go! In the end my objective is to develop a mechanism by which we can measure pitchers across the eras. So stay tuned as I will be pecking away at this for quite a while.

And so it is on this day in Fenway history, July 1, 2016. The summer is here!

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