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The Bruise Brothers of Baseball All Stars

July 29, 2010

My Big Day with Phil & Joe Niekro, November 2005.

Thinking of the Niekro Brothers this morning lit a fire for putting together an All Star team comprised only of major league brothers. The following is the result of that thought. It may be short on left-handed pitching, but I’ll take my chances going into battle with these Bruise Brothers of Baseball any day of the week and twice on Sundays. The only selection rule I followed was the requirement of using at least two brothers from a family of MLB players.

Here’s the roster for The Baseball Bruise Brothers (Hall of Fame Members in bold type):


Pitching Staff:

* Dizzy Dean, P (150-83, 3.02 ERA)

* Phil Niekro, P (318-274, 3.35)

* Stan Coveleski, P (215-142, 2.89 ERA)

* Gaylord Perry, P (314-265, 3.11 ERA)

* Joe Niekro, P (221-204, 3.59 ERA)

Jim Perry, P (215-174, 3.45 ERA)

Paul Dean, P (87-37, 3.75)

Harry Coveleski, P (81-55, 2.39)

Bob Forsch, P (168-136, 3.76 ERA)

Ken Forsch, P (114-113, 3.37 ERA)

Cloyd Boyer, P (20-23, 4.73 ERA)

* The Five Starters

Position Players:

Sandy Alomar, Jr. C (.273 BA, 112 HR)

Luke Sewell, C (.259 BA, 20 HR)

Ed Delahanty, 1B (.346 BA, 101 HR)

Roberto Alomar, 2B (.300 BA, 210 HR)

Ken Boyer, 3B (.287 BA, 282 HR)

Joe Sewell, SS (.312 BA, 49 HR)

Clete Boyer, INF (,242 BA, 162 HR)

Jim Delahanty, INF (.283 BA, 19 HR)

Paul Waner, LF (.333 BA, 113 HR)

Joe DiMaggio, CF (.325, 361 HR)

Hank Aaron, RF (.305 BA, 755 HR)

Lloyd Waner, OF (.316 BA, 27 HR)

Dom DiMaggio, OF (.298 BA, 87 HR)

Tommy Aaron, OF (.229 BA, 27 HR)

Opening Day Lineup:

Paul Waner, LF

Joe Sewell, SS

Joe DiMaggio, CF

Hank Aaron, RF

Ken Boyer, 3B

Roberto Alomar, 2B

Ed Delahanty, 1B

Sandy Alomar, Jr., C

Dizzy Dean, P

That’s it for me, but let us know your own choices. There were plenty of others out there that qualify for a team of this type. Also, if you haven’t weighed in your support for the Houston Astros retirement of #36 in honor of Joe Niekro, please go over to the past column on that subject and check in with a statement.

Thanks. Here’s the Niekro article link:

https://thepecanparkeagle.wordpress.com/2010/07/13/its-time-to-retire-joe-niekros-astros-36/


Politically Incorrect MLB Nicknames

July 28, 2010

My late dad and I used to go back and forth by US MAIL, sharing thoughts on whatever had become the latest hot topic symbol of contested political incorrectness in everyday life. It didn’t take us long to come around to sports team mascots since that jumped up quickly as a hot button for a lot of easily offended folks. We also took a little perverse pride in belonging to the only ethnic group in the world that wasn’t offended by Notre Dame University’s long ago decision to bless their athletic teams with the “Fightin’ Irish” moniker. Can you think of a single other ethnic group that would let this pugilistic assignation float on safe waters in today’s social climate?

Native Americans quickly jumped on the “we’re offended” soap box and who could blame them for the NFL’s “Redskins?” That one even gets to me, but not so “Seminoles” or just plain “Indians.” Of course, we still have Redskins and Seminoles today, but far fewer Indians. Stanford University even went so far as a switch from all the Indians of this continent to a single Cardinal as its new mascot choice.  I’ve always assumed that brainy Stanford simply jumped to the logical conclusion that a single bird, and not the whole species, would not have much of an oppositional constiuency,

Here are my current thoughts on politically incorrect major league baseball team nicknames in 2010 and the groups that each offends. Let’s start with the most obvious and work our way out from there:

(1) Atlanta Braves & (2) Cleveland Indians: Native American groups of all descriptions;

(3) St. Louis Cardinals & (4) San Diego Padres: Non-Catholic Believers & Athiests;

,(5) Cincinnati Reds: Capitalists Opposed to Communism in All Forms & FOX News;

(6) Los Angeles Angels: Believers who don’t believe in Angels & atheists;

(7) Houston Astros: Flat Earth Society, Creationists, & Foes of the Big Bang Theory;

(8) Colorado Rockies: Flat Earth Society;

(9) Washington Nationals: The America Without Borders Immigration Movement;

(10) Milwaukee Brewers: The American Carrie Nation Temperance Movement;

(11) Chicago Cubs, (12) Philadelphia Phillies, (13) Florida Marlins, (14) Arizona Diamondbacks, (15) Toronto Blue Jays, (16) Baltimore Orioles, and (17) Detroit Tigers: PETA & the ASPCA;

(18) Texas Rangers: One Group – The State of Texas Cattle Rustling and State Insurance Board;

(19) Kansas City Royals: The American Commoner and Everyday Average Joe Society;

(20) San Francisco Giants: Society for Equally Anonymous Treatment of Vertically Enhanced Americans;

(21) Minnesota Twins: Planned Parenthood & the Zero Population Growth Group;

(22) New York Yankees & (23) New York Mets: East Coast Society for the Protection of Urban Residents Living Between the Hudson & East rivers from Prejudicial Attitudes that May Otherwise Condemn Them, One and All, as Damn Whatchamacallits;

(24) Boston Red Sox & (25) Chicago White Sox: American Open Toe Sandal Manufacturers;

(26) Pittsburgh Pirates: Johnny Depp and the Pirates of the Caribbean movie copyright group because of the team’s failure to live up to their name over the past two decades; the movie people fear that the Pittsburgh version is giving pirates everywhere a bad name;

(27) Los Angeles Dodgers: The FBI and the IRS.  Federal officials clam that Dodger players and Dodger fans are prone to avoid registrations for the draft and miss timely payment of federal taxes due;

(28) Oakland Athletics: United Couch Potato League;

(29) Tampa Bay Rays: The American Dermatology Society; and,

(30) Seattle Mariners: How could anyone be offended by anything that floats, especially if it’s a sea cruise or simply a plain old good idea? If you have anything against Mariners – or if you are politically offended by any of our current MLB team nicknames for reasons we may have missed above, let us hear your own objections in the comment section that follows this subject.

Meanwhile, have a politically correct hump day, everybody!

Whoops! Can I say hump day?

Buff Stuff in Short Supply

July 27, 2010

Ebbets Field Flannels Credits This Logo & Color Scheme to the 1959 Buffs.

I get a number of questions about the availability of replica caps and jerseys for the old minor league Houston Buffs that are available for sale to fans who want to help keep the flame of their memory alive. Sad to say, the retail access to these items has never been worse than it is now. I’m hopeful things won’t stay this way, but the prolonged damage to the economy from the recession seems to have cut deeply into certain manufactured collectible items.

Back on the first of the year, the wonderful Cooperstown Cap Company went out of business for all kinds of financial reasons, but that hit removed our source for Houston Buff caps from 1912, 1951, and 1954. The other big source, Ebbets Field Flannels, still offers a road game jersey from 1932, but they apparently have discontinued making the 1932 cap that goes with that fine replica of the wool flannel uniform shirt.

1932 Houston Buffs Jersey by Ebbets Field Flannels is Available for $185.

I’m not sure what happened to the cap that was available through “EFF” at about $28, but I no longer find it and numerous others among the choices listed on their website. My guess is that they would probably make one for you, if you really wanted one. They do a lot of custom work.

For a better look at the 1932 jersey logo, here it is. The colors differ, but this logo follows the sunburst orange and brown buffalo silhouette figures on the eighty 36″ medallions that once rimmed the exterior walls of the ballpark. The logo featured here for 1932 came out only four years after Buff Stadium opened on April 11, 1928:

1932 Houston Buffs Logo; it appears on the heart side of the Ebbets Field jersey.

For further information, here’s the Ebbets Field Flannels link to their two “Buff” for sale items:

http://www.ebbets.com/product/HoustonBuffs1959T/TShirts

From the T shirt link, you will be able move easily to an enlargement of the 1959 Buff T Shirt they are now selling (sizes S to XXL) for $18 and also click over to order details on the 1932 jersey. Speaking of such, here’s how that advertised T Shirt looks in full view:

Nice T Shirt, but the '59 Buffs never dressed out in the colors of the old St. Louis Browns.

Well, technically speaking, the old St. Louis Browns wore combos of the brown depicted in the T Shirt with orange trim, but this rendition comes close enough to invite the comparison. It’s still a nice shirt, but the ’59 Buffs dressed out exactly in the colors and uniform style of their new parent club by working agreement, the Chicago Cubs, in 1959. That put the Buffs into blue pin strips, blue trim, and bright blue caps – not brown with yellow trim.

One interesting feature of the ’59 logo that Ebbets Field used here is the little optical joke that it plays on you by the way two features come together, unintentionally, I feel sure. First we have the bat, lancing the circle as the arrow pierces the heart of most Valentines.  Then we have the script-tail of the word “Buffs” coming off the stylized point where the business end of the bat departs the circle. Look at these features together, carefully, at the bat exit point. Do you also see the feature of the apparent broken bat?

This would have been a great boken-bat logo for the 1949, 1950, or 1952 Houston Buffs clubs, just to name a few our more disappointing seasons from back then. That being said, I most probably will still order one of these “new” T Shirts. I love the buffalo.

Heck. I love the Houston Buffs. I just look forward to the day we have more choices again, but that’s the status of things for now. You may find something out there in broken size lots on caps and jerseys at Internet stores like “Dugout Memories” and the like. Just Google and you shall find the Buff gear sellers.

Have a great Tuesday and keep your heads above the frogs today, if you live in Houston. There’s a 70% chance of heavy rain in our area.

Sounds About Right

July 26, 2010

Leo Gorcey: Master of the Malaprop

If you’re old enough to remember The Bowery Boys movies from the 1940s, you’ve grown up with the misstated expression of speech as a fact of life. Sarah Palin would have felt right at home working the TV news with Leo Gorcey, who, as the chief Bowery Boy, was also the master of the malaprop when it comes to everyday efforts in communication.

I got to thinking (and that’s always dangerous): I wonder what Leo and Sarah would be like if they could team up as the early morning news team covering contemporary events in Houston for one of our local TV stations? For purpose of this brief exercise, I’ll assign Leo and Sarah to Channel 11 – since they always seem to be the station that needs the most help.

At least her words are original!

Here’s a parody clip from their Monday, July 26, 2010 broadcast:

Leo: “Good Morning, Houston! I hate to be protruding into your beauty rest too hard, but it’s Monday morning and all of youse guys and goils need to rise and shine and get ready for work. Me and Sarah here are going to try our best to bring you abreast of things going on around the Bayou City, but we want you to know too that we are working a little short-handed these days due to certain constipations in the budget here at Channel 11. Sarah, do you want to help fill the folks in on what that means?”

Sarah: “I’ll be happy to give it a go, Leo. You betcha, I will. –  Friends and fellow Houstonians, what Leo is trying to say is that we’re going to have to get by with less staff here at Channel 11 until we take in a little more advertising money.- That means, for now, but we’re hoping we can bring them back as soon as we can afford it, there will be no more Dr. Gene Norman doing the weather at night or David Paul or Mario Gomez doing weather during the early morning or midday shows. Also, don’t look for Matt Musil or Butch Alsandor doing the sports anytime soon either. Sad to say, Butch, Matt, and the rest of the crew will be hanging out at the unemployment office until we can talk you folks into giving us the support we need to re-hire them all here at Channel 11.

Leo: “Thank you, Sarah. That was a most dispicaable expectoration of the situation here at Channel 11. Or, as old Doc Norman might say, “The Norman Number for Monday, July 26, 2010 is a big fat 0!”

Sarah: “So, what that means, folks, is that Leo and I are going to take care of everything between the two of us: news, sports, weather, and traffic – Leo and I will have it all covered. And we are willing to do it with no held back preservations over the fact we aren’t getting paid extra-duty-dough for our efforts because that’s “the Spirit of Alaska.” Excuse me, I mean that’s “The Spirit of Texas!”

Leo: “Allow me to prevaricate what Sarah just said. We’re doing this for the people of Houston, people. It ain’t about the money, but it is about the great chasm of sentimentality that we hold out to all of you!”

Sarah: “Leo’s right, fellow citizens! All we care about is that we have one of those rare promiscuous opportunities for misinforming the public about subjugations we normally know nothing about.”

Leo: “Let’s turn to sports, Sarah, and the question that all Houstonians have about Oswalt the Baseball. Rabbit. – I guess that’s what he is; I don’t normally follow baseball, so I’m having to fill in the blanks of my usually corpulent brain. – I’ll just ask, as it says and seems to imply here in the script: Has Oswalt been baited, trapped, or traded since he got swept away by, it says here ‘the red plague’ on Saturday?”

Sarah: “Well, Leo, I checked with Astros General Manager Ed Wade about Roy Oswalt only last night, but Wade would not refudiate the rumor that a trade is already in the works with either the Yankees or the Phillies.

Leo: “Anything going on with the economy, Sarah?”

Sarah: “Leo, the economy is something I know something about. I learned a lot about money from my almost full term as Governor of Alaska.”

Leo: “Well, what did you learn?”

Sarah: “I learned that, for me, at least, there was more money to be made in writing a book and accepting a check for personal appearances than there was in reigning as a public official. In fact, if I hadn’t quit my goober-notorious job (I loved the free peanuts that came with it as a perk from Jimmy Carter. That’s why I called it my goober-notorious job), I would not be able to afford to work here ar Channel 11 today.”

Leo: “Do you think you could teach me the ropes on going that route myself, Sarah? I think I got at least one book and about a hundred speeches in me right now! And I sure as heck can’t afford to keep working at Channel 11 forever!”

Sarah: “I know I can help you as, indeed, I can help all my fellow Americans, Leo! All you need is the redundancy to deal with all the attempts at “change” that are going on out there on the political scene today.”

Leo: “Bring it on, Babe. I’m ready for the condensation.”

Stupid Human Tricks, Etc.

July 25, 2010

Dumb softball rule homers for Canadian defense!

Much Adieu About Nothing: A Slo-Pitch Softball Border Battle. While TV channel surfing between Saturday chores and commitments, I came across this slugfest slo-pitch softball game on ESPN.

(Did I note a hint of redundancy in that sentence?)

The teams called themselves Canada and the United States – and they tabbed the game as the “Border Battle” in spite of the fact the contest was being played in Oklahoma City.

The visiting “Canada” team won, 30-29, but it’s how they won that made me want to throw up all over the Einsteins that came up with the brilliant rules that guided the ordinarily improbable joy from the Canadians in the field over what was actually happening off the bats of the USA team.

The USA came to bat in the bottom of the 7th and last inning trailing, 30-25. A comeback was highly possible, as long as the Americans didn’t stumble on a very big special rule that the organizers of this game had introduced into play.

The rule? Once a team hits ten home runs over the fence, all future balls hit over the fence fair from that point are no longer home runs, but dead play outs that keep all runners on the bases they currently occupy.

Going to the bottom of the last chance for the home team USA, both clubs already had exhausted their 10-HR limits. For the USA to come back, they were going to have to place hit like crazy and drive liners into the alleys – and that’s exactly what they did. With nobody out, the USA quickly plated four runs and placed runners on first and third. All they needed was another dink hit to tie and maybe a gapper to win.

The next two swings did the USA in. Two USA batters in a row hit monster shots over the wall for what would have been the winning 3-run homer, either time, in regular baseball or softball, but not in this screwy league. These late blasts were simply dead play outs under the special rule – and the runners had to hold.

What a sight that was! Here were two Canadian outfielders – both jumping for joy that each ball went over the fence behind them.

The last out for the USA came on an athletic force play at second base by the Canadians, but so what? The illusion that this game had much connection to baseball already had been destroyed.

The brain trust behind these unnatural limiting rules on home runs obviously were trying to keep the final scores of their games out of the 70-69 final score range, but 30-29 is hardly much improvement due to the dead-homer rule, is it? Besides, they should have known that once you make a rule that converts homers into outs under certain circumstances that you are creating the same problem for players that we humans have had with the Ten Commandments since Moses brought them down to us on stone tablets from Mount Sinai:

Once you make a rule against doing something, that now forbidden act becomes the hardest thing to avoid! (Right, Eve?)

Both of those USA batters that hit the homer-outs in the club’s last time up tried hard not to do it, but they did it anyway. Like the guy who wasn’t interested in the woman next door until he found out she was married and then, right away, he fell heavily into coveting, the two USA batters experienced something like this thought right before they each swung with all their might: “I’m not supposed to do this!”

Then they each did it anyway. They smacked the balls out of the park for hope-killer outs.

I guess the only saving grace for the players is that ESPN picked up the beer tab on the beverages that they had to hold off drinking until after the show was over. Or maybe they just drank out of camera-shot during the game.

Unless it’s going to get you in trouble, hit one out of the park today, folks!


Old Timer Games at the Dome

July 24, 2010

All Time Greats at Dome in ’68 included Satchel Paige & Joe DiMaggio.

Thanks to Larry Joe Miggins, the son of former Buff and Cardinal Larry Miggins, I received this wonderful material on the All Star Games they used to play in the Astrodome during the reign of Judge Roy Hofheinz as Guiding Light of the Houston Astros. The Judge treated his invitees in first class order, honoring the old Buffs equivalently to all those national Hall of Famers during the short time they all convened in the Astrodome for a little fun on the diamond for a few fun innings of recreated greatness.

I’m sorry the above group line makes it so hard to recognize all the great stars that suited up for the 1968 game, so allow me to coast-to-coast their identities from left to tight in slightly larger type. Right here in Houston in 1968, we had Bobby Bragan, Bill Dickey, Allie Reynolds, Ewell Blackwell, Monty Stratton, Satchel Paige, Bob Feller, Johnny Mize, Solly Hemus, Stan Hack, Grady Hatton, Pete Runnels, Lou Boudreau, Ducky Medwick, Harry Walker, Lloyd Waner, and Joe DiMaggio.

Let’s make recognition a little simpler. Here is the panorama, now broken into two cropped sections. left to right, as follows:

Left Side: Bobby Bragan, Bill Dickey, Allie Reynolds, Ewell Blackwell, Monty Stratton, Satchel Paige, Bob Feller, Johnny Mize, & Solly Hemus.

Right Side: Stan Hack, Grady Hatton, Pete Runnels, Lou Boudreau, Ducky Medwick, Harry Walker, Lloyd Waner, & Joe DiMagggio.

All of them legends, and most of them Hall of Famers, were right here on the field level of the Astrodome, competing again on a celebratory level for no greater reason than their love of the game and an ancient desire to stay connected to what happens on the field .

How do you top that 1968 lineup? Well, maybe you don’t, but the 1969 Astrodome All Star Old-Timers’ Game wasn’t exactly chopped liver. In a game that pitted the Houston Old-Timers against MLB Stars from the 1952 National League All Star Team, Stan Musial and Roy Campanella shone pretty bright in their own realms. Here’s how those rosters appeared on the front page of Old-Timers’ Day, a September 1, 1969 publication of the Houston Sports Association:

What a great party that must have been for all those wonderful ballplayers of the greatest generation. I feel privileged to have known and been close friends with a number of the men on the Houston Old- Timers roster – and I wouldn’t trade the time I’ve spent with men like Jerry Witte, Red Munger, Larry Miggins, Frank Mancuso, Solly Hemus, and Buddy Hancken for anything in the world.

Here are a few of the photos and captions for Buddy Hancken, Solly Hemus, Frank Mancuso, Larry Miggins, and Jerry Witte. Unfortunately, the advertising article failed to provide a photo block for Red Munger and several others. Even more sadly, Solly Hemus and Larry Miggins are two of the dwindling survivors in 2010 of that roster from 1969. Please note too, that some of the information below was not copied completely for undistorted reprinting and in some cases it also was not totally accurate. Consult the Minor League Player Data file at Baseball Reference.Com for a a complete picture on the careers of each man featured here:

I’m not sure how either of these games from 1968-69 played out on the Astroturf, nor am I sure how many games were played totally. I just know that they went on long enough for Astro youngsters like Jimmy Wynn to get his fill of autographs from former stars like the great Dizzy Dean:

Jimmy Wynn Gets Dizzy Dean’s Autograph, About 1968. 

Larry Miggins reports that he went 5 for 5 overall in all Old-Timers games at the Dome, which is a pretty good average for any man’s league.

Jerry Witte once told me that Roy Campanella remembered him as a post World War II opponent in the American Association during the 1948 short time that their paths crossed as players for Louisville and St. Paul. “I remember you from Louisville,” Campy told Jerry when they met again at the 1959 Astrodome Old Timers Game.. “You were the guy who always came to the plate stomping bugs in the dirt with the business side of his bat.”

Wow! No wonder Campanella made it to the Hall of Fame. Any catcher with his talent, and there weren’t that many, who could also be that mindful of the little characteristics of a hitter he saw so long ago and not that often is bound to have been a special talent.

The 1969 Dome game also was special in light of the fact that two of its players, Roy Campanella and Stan Musial, had only weeks earlier been inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame at Cooperstown.

I don’t know why we no longer have Old-Timer Games in Houston, but I would imagine that two factors are strongly in play as to why not: (1) liability for personal injuries to ancient warriors is probably more expensive these days, and (2) I don’t think today’s older players care as much about getting out there on the field again as their earlier counterparts once did.

Who knows? Maybe I’m wrong.

Just in case, here’s my starting lineup of former Astros whom I think could still get out there and play three to five innings – as long as they didn’t have to do it again in the same season:

2010 ASTRO OLD-TIMERS

Terry Puhl, rf

Craig Biggio, 2b

Jose Cruz, lf

Jeff Bagwell, 1b

Art Howe, 3b

Kevin Bass, cf

Phil Garner, 2b

Alan Ashby, c

Craig Reynolds, ss *

Doug Drabek, p

* I first suggested Roger Metzger for shortstop, but then, early in the day, Tom Murrah reminded me that I had forgotten an even younger, more available former Astro in Houston resident Craig Reynolds. I agreed so strongly that I made the change here.

Who would you add to the roster or delete from these starters? And please post your comments below. If you are a former Astro player, please feel free to add or delete yourself too. Maybe we can come up with a group that’s so viable we get an Old-Timers Game booked at Minute Maid Park next season.

Valian’s: Houston’s First Pizza Pie

July 23, 2010

Valian’s, 1955 (Postcard Courtesy of Vito Schlabra)

Valian’s opened on South Main at Holcombe, across the street from the Shamrock Hotel, in 1955, as the first restaurant in Houston serving “pizza pie.”  I’ve written on this subject before, but I only received this beautiful postcard shot yesterday from Vito Schlabra, one of my old St. Thomas High School buddies. The desire to write a few more lines about the first and still best pizza to ever hit town was irresistible.

Unless you grew up Italian in Houston, chances were great heading into the 1950s that you had no idea in the world what a pizza was. Our Texan palates were just that deprived. We liked all kinds of food – and that included chicken, chicken fried steak, and a broad variety of Mexican dishes. Of course, we liked Italian food too – as long as it came in the form of meatballs and spaghetti or macaroni and cheese, but delights like  lasagna, ravioli, manicotti, fettucine, and pizza were not back then even words that ever fell from our lips in everyday speech at hunger time. We were simple cokes and burgers kids.

Then came Valian’s and everything began to change. Forever.

Slow on the draw with things new, I didn’t discover Valian’s until 1957 and the spring of my freshman year at the University of Houston. And it happened on campus during the annual Frontier Fiesta that we staged each spring for the purpose of having fun and throwing our student mean GPA out the window.

One of the fraternities, I think it was Alpha Phi Omega, ran a little cafe they built in our little Fiesta City western town called Yosemite Sam’s. They were selling Valian’s “pizza pie” by the slice. It was the first time I’d ever come close enough to smell that alluring cheese aroma and just had to give it a try. No more than two slices later, I was hooked for life.

There was something different about the unique cheese, tomato sauce, and crisp crust taste of Valian’s pizza that I’ve never tasted elsewhere – and there is nothing even close to Valian’s in the Houston of 2010 that I’ve been able to discover either.

Pizza is not this Pizza Hut, Papa John’s, Domino’s bloated “cheese bomb” that these corporate clowns like to disguise as “deep dish.” Pizza is the ultimate “man’s food” – and that includes all simple prepared foods that may be eaten on the spot, heated or cold, with virtually equivalent sensuous satisfaction to the male palate.

When the Valian’s family closed their place on South Main in the early 1980s, they also closed the door on their incomparable recipe for this terrific culinary delight. If only someone in that family knew what it could mean to bring that special pizza back to Houston in 2010. They could blow away the feeble cast of competition inside of thirty days, tops.

One funny pizza memory I have to retell. When I told my mom about Valian’s, she didn’t rush my dad out there to try it. She did what moms of that era did. She went to the grocery store, looking for ingredients, and found even more. She located one of the first “pizza pies” at the A&P on Lawndale near 75th in the still fairly new frozen food section. Knowing nothing more of pizza than the facts that it came frozen and was then called “pie” by both Dean Martin and her beloved son Bill (i.e., “when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amore”), Mom bought the product at the store  and brought it home to serve cold and unthawed to my dad as dessert. – I wasn’t around to post any warning.

“What in the Sam Hill hell is this?” I think were my dad’s reported words after he bit once into the still unthawed taste of frozen pizza. Even when I later took my parents to Valian’s, dad would not try pizza prepared the right way. You see, once dad made a decision, there never was a court of higher appeal. He was like that about food and just about everything else. No matter how unfairly it may have occurred, pizza lost its only chance with Dad. It was the word “pie” and the temperature of the frozen food that misled Mom. She knew how to read, but often didn’t. So much for whatever instructions may have come with the grocery version.

Where are you Valian’s, now that Houston could use a really good pizza again?

Nobody’s Perfect, But …

July 22, 2010

His Error in '21 Series Killed the Yankees.

Fair or not, most people today remember Bill Buckner for the ball that rolled between his legs in the 1986 World Series while he was playing first base for the Boston Red Sox. The error in Game Six allowed the New York Mets to win Game Six and then take the Series in Game Seven after all hope had seen lost. I’d be willing to bet that many people remember the Buckner play incorrectly as the last the play of the Series too, but that’s how the brain rearranges disaster over time.  It always cartoons it to a worse degree.

“My drunk husband not only left me without any money, doctor, but he punched out my cat and ran over my mother as he was backing out of the driveway at fifty miles an hour! – Well, maybe it wasn’t quite all that bad, nor all his fault, but that’s how it still feels to me.”

Bill Buckner wasn’t the first man in baseball to have his whole career tagged with a single disappointing play, nor is he likely to be the last. In fact, life itself plays out that way. It doesn’t matter how much good you’ve done, if you do something outrageously negative or scandalous, and it comes to light, as these things most often do, that is what the world is going to remember about you when your name comes up. Got that one, Mel Gibson?

Early 2oth century shortstop Roger Peckinpaugh had one of those Bucknerian moments in the 1921 World Series as a player for the New York Yankees. It was the first Yankee trip to a World Series and the Babe Ruth-led club had faced off against the more established Giants of feisty manager John McGraw in the first great “Battle of New York” for supremacy in the baseball world.

The best five games won of nine series had been a tough fight. An injury and elbow infection to Babe Ruth had mostly robbed the Yankees of their greatest weapon and the Giants’ superior pitching depth was beginning to turn the tide.

Since both clubs still shared the Polo Grounds as a home field in 1921, all they did each was trade dugouts and home team advantage status on a daily basis – with no off-days for unnecessary travel.

The Yankees started as the visitors, but quickly rocked the Giants by taking the first two game by the identical scores of 3-0. Carl Mays went the distance in Game One, surrendering only five hits, but 22-year old rookie Waite Hoyt matched that dominance of the McGraws in Game Two, giving up on only two hits.

The Yankees led the Series, two games to none.

Games Three saw the Giants explode like a baseball bomb against Yankee hurler Bob Shawkey and his no-relief bullpen buddies as they pounded out 20 hits in a 13-5 romp, following a quick recovery from an early Yankee lead of 4-0. Fred Toney started for the Giants, but yielded early to Jesse Barnes for the coast to victory. As  a Local side note, Franks “Pancho” Snyder went 4 for 5 in this game as the Giants’ catcher, Seven years later, Snyder would manage the 1928 Houston Buffs to the Texas League and Dixie Series championships in the first year of Buff Stadium.

Phil Douglas pitched the Giants even in Game Four, 4-2. Carl Mays started again for the Yankees because manager Miller Huggins had little confidence in his starters beyond Mays and Hoyt. Mays, the same guy who accidentally killed Cleveland shortstop Ray Chapman in 1920 with an inside pitch, had a another good game, but the three runs he gave up in the eighth did him in.

After four game, the Series was tied at two wins each for the Yankees and Giants.

Game Five saw Waite Hoyt come back and take his second victory over the Giants and their starter, Art Nehf. The Giants only run was unearned, giving Hoyt an 18-inning ERA of 0.00 and the Yankees a 3-2 Series lead.

And then the worm turned.

With Babe Ruth now out with a life-threatening elbow infection in those pre-antibiotic “good old days,”  Jesse Barnes relieved starter Fred Toney for the Giants again and pitched the McGraws to an 8-5 win over the Yankees and lefty Harry Harper and Company. The Series again was tied at 3-3.

Carl Mays of the Yankees squared off again against Phil Douglas of the Giants in Game Seven. Both men pitched beautifully, but clumsy thinking in the field and a seventh inning error in the field by Yankee second baseman Aaron Ward gave the Giants an unearned run that stood up as the deciding tally in a 2-1 Giants victory. The Giants now led for the first time in games, 4-3, and needed only one more win to take it all.

Roger Peckinpaugh Made It Back to the Series with Washington in 1924-25.

The “visiting” Giants sent Art Nehf out there in Game Eight to face Waite Hoyt and the “home team” Yankees in Game Eight and, once more, both men pitched beautifully in each going the distance. Nehf gave up six hits; Hoyt only 4. Neither man surrendered an earned run, but Hoyt suffered the loss when a first inning error by Yankee shortstop Roger Peckinpaugh allowed a tally that held up as the only run of the game.

The Giants won the 1921 World Series, 5 games to 3. Pitcher Waite Hoyt tied Christy Mathewson’s 1905 record for a 0.00 ERA over 27 innings pitched, but mistakes in the field kept him from sharing Deep Six’s victory lap.

Hoyt must share the blame, even though much of history prefers to put it all on Peckinpaugh.

Hoyt had started Game Eight by walking Dave Bancroft and Ross Youngs. Then, with two outs,  George Kelly hit a routine grounder to shortstop Peckinpaugh for what should have been an easy third out play. As things work out sometimes, Roger muffed it. The ball deflected through his legs into short left field. Then, according to several media witnesses, Peckinpaugh appeared to nonchalantly track it down for a play at the plate that came far too late to get the speeding Bancroft, who had been running from second.

It was only one run in the top of the first, but it held up as the one score in the game and the deciding blow in the World Series.

Peckinpaugh was inconsolable at game’s end over his mistake, perhaps, making it even easier for the press and Yankee fans to pile it all on his back. Shortly thereafter, the Yankees dealt him away to the Red Sox with others in exchange for shortstop Everett Scott and others. Peckinpaugh later got another shot at the Giants as a member of  the 1924 Washington Nationals and this time he played for the winners of a seven-game series. The following season, Peckinpaugh’s 1925 Nats lost a seven-game series to the Pittsburgh Pirates.

What goes around, comes around. Continuously. Roger Peckinpaugh finally made peace with himself over Game Eight of the ’21 World Series. There’s redemption and peace for Bill Buckner too somewhere down the line – and maybe it’s already happened on some quieter plane that none of us could even know about. I certainly hope it has. I always liked Buckner.

On another plane of its importance to baseball history, and for a most worthwhile read on the times and  significance of the 1921 baseball season, pick up a copy of “1921: The Yankees, The Giants, & The Battle for Baseball Supremacy in New York” by Lyle Spatz and Steve Steinberg.

If you care about history, I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.

Carlos at the Bat

July 21, 2010

Carlos at the Bat

The Outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Astros nine that day:
 The team sat next to Pittsburgh, with but two months left to play. 
And then when Michael died at first, and Hunter did the same, a sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

A straggling few got up to go in deep and dark despair. The rest clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
 they thought, if only Carlos could get but a whack at that – we’d put up even money, now, with Carlos at the bat.

But  Lance preceded Carlos, as did the new guy, Chris, and the former mimed Mendoza and the rookie just might miss. 
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat, for there seemed but little chance of Carlos getting to the bat.

But Lance let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
 and Johnson, the surprise-one, tore the cover off the ball;
 and when the dust had lifted, and the fans saw what occurred,
 there was Johnson safe at second and old Berkman hugging third.

Then from 5,000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell; it rumbled through the downtown streets, it rattled Michael Dell; it knocked upon the Crawford Box and recoiled El Caballo, for Carlos, mighty Carlos, was advancing near the bayou.

There was ease in Carlos’ manner as he stepped into his place; there was pride in Carlos’ bearing and a smile on Carlos’ face. 
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
 no stranger in the crowd could doubt – ’twas Carlos at the bat.

Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
 ten thousand thumbs all tweeted when he wiped them on his shirt.
 Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
 defiance gleamed in Carlos’ eye, a sneer curled Carlos’ lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
 and Carlos stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there. 
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped.
 “No mas por favor,” said Carlos. “Strike one,” the umpire said.

From the grandstands, sparse of people, there rose up a tinny roar, like the beating of the human-wave on a bored, pathetic shore. “Pinch him! Pinch the umpire!” shouted an oddball in the stands;
 and its likely he’d a-pinched him had not Carlos raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity great Carlos’ visage shone; he stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
 he signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew; but Carlos gave no “si si,” and the umpire said, “Strike two.”

“Fraud!” cried the maddened hundreds, and the echo whispered fraud; but one carefree look from Carlos and the audience was awed.
 They saw his face grow flat and cold, they saw his muscles sag, and they knew that Carlos would not drop his bat, a bunt to merely drag.

The fire is gone from Carlos’ lips, his jaw is falling slack; he pounds his bat with nonchalance, as if a fly to smack. And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go. And now the air is gently stirred by the force of Carlos’ blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
 the band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light, and somewhere fans are laughing, and somewhere children shout; but there is no joy in Houston – El Caballo has struck out.

Baseball’s Most Unbreakable Records

July 20, 2010

Cy Young: 511 Career Wins

What is baseball’s most unbreakable modern record?

In the interest of arguable fair ground, you have to right away discount the zany heights statistical records of 19th century players who took the field to a very different kind of game back then. Old Hoss Radbourn of the 1884 Providence Grays stands gritty and clear as the best example here. Pitcher Radbourn won 59 games in 1884. Think we’ll ever see the likes of that accomplishment again?

Here are my candidates for the most unbreakable records in modern baseball. I heartily invite you to join in with your own choices in the comment sections that follows this column.

My List of Unbreakable Major Modern Baseball Records (Please note that I’m staying away from the arcane or impossible to verify personal marks of players who may not change their underwear all season if they think the digs they are wearing every day serve as the source of some newfound good luck.):

(1) Cy Young’s 511 Career Wins. Cy’s total wins stagger the imagination. Compiling his total during the iron-man era of 1890-1911, it isn’t likely that any modern pitcher will ever again come close to the Young 511 total. Twenty wins for twenty years straight in the 21st century would still leave a pitcher about 111 wins short of tying the record and, these days, it isn’t likely that a great pitcher making today’s money would ever want to pitch long enough and often enough to challenge Cy.

(2) Napoleon Lajoie’s .426 Batting Average in 1901. Ted Williams was the last man to hit over .400 when he posted a .406 mark in 1941. That was 69 years ago and few have come close to .400 since. It’s conceivable to me that another great hitter may come along and hit .400, but topping Lajoie’s .426 all time highest modern era batting average seems highly improbable. Maybe a young Ichiro could have given it a a good run, but we’ll never know. (NOTE: I originally treated the birth of the Modern Era as 1903, the first year of the World Series, because that is the way I’ve thought of it since I was a kid. SABR friend Mark Wernick writes in to remind me of the technicality that the Modern Era is now considered to be 1900, the first year of the American League. Maybe it’s always been that way. I simply never thought of it as beginning until the NL/AL started competing against each other. The difference here is that 1903 makes Rogers Hornsby’s .424 from 1924 the all time one season high BA, whereas, 1900 turns the honor over to Nap Lajoie and his .426 BA from 1901. I can live with passing the baton to Lajoie. Now it’s even more improbable that this record wll ever be broken.)

(3) Cal Ripken’s 2,632 Consecutive Game Playing Streak. I can’t see anyone coming along with the talent, health, drive, and luck to break Cal’s Iron Man record for consecutive games played. Besides, the game has moved even further away from the idea of iron-men performances since Ripken’s retirement – making it even less probable of it ever happening again.

(4) Joe DiMaggio’s 56-Game Hitting Streak. Except for a few other great contact hitters like Willie Keeler, George Sisler, Ty Cobb, and Pete Rose, all of whom made it into the 40-game territory, most of the others conk out in the late 20’s or early 30’s. One other difference: The pitchers in DiMaggio’s day saw the streak as a manhood challenge and wouldn’t dare pitch around him. Except for a few guys today like Roy Oswalt and Carlos Zambrano, most 21st century pitchers and a number of their managers would most likely walk a guy four times if he reached 55 games and it still made more sense to the object of winning to walk him rather than face him.

At any rate, without stretching or straining the point too thin, those are the four records in Major League Baseball that I think are the safest from breakage any time soon, if ever, and expressed here in the order I feel represents safest to least safe.

In general, I think they are all about as safe and certain as death and taxes. What do you think? Maybe I missed something that ought to be added to the list.