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A Playoff Memory: Texas League, 1951.

October 13, 2009

The Shaughnessy Playoff System is the invention of Frank Shaughnessy, the General Manager of the minor league Montreal Royals back in the early ’30s as a device for giving the top four teams in an undivided league a chance to play each other for the league championship in an established format of games. The system was first deployed after the 1933 baseball season in the International League. It soon spread in popularity throughout baseball and into other sports as a way to create broader support among fans of several teams at season’s end. In other words, the post-season playoff system spread the hope and pumped the gate as though it were an offer that could not be refused.

The most common schedule format was to pair the Number 4 team against the Number 1 team – and the Number 3 team against the Number 1 team in Round One. With home team advantage going to the higher rank team, a best four games of seven series in each case determined which two teams advanced to Round Two, or league championship series – with the highest ranked team from the regular season again receiving the home club advantage in the scheduled of a final series based on the best four wins of seven format.

Buffs 1951

Here’s how the 1951 Houston Buffs made out in the Texas League Playoffs and the Dixie Series Championship that followed. The Buffs finished first in 1951 with a record of 99-61. They opened as hosts to the Beaumont Roughnecks, who tied with the Fort Worth Cats for fourth place place with records of 84-77. Beaumont won the nod as a playoff team by defeating Fort Worth, 4-2, on the road in s one-game playoff for the number four slot in the Shaughnessys. – The third place Dallas Eagles (85-75) took on the second place San Antonio Missions (86-75) in the other first round game. For purposes of brevity, we will only follow the Houston path here.

ROUND ONE, GAME ONE: BEAUMONT @ HOUSTON, Tuesday, 9/11/51:  When Vinegar Bend Mizell came down with a mysterious sore throat and had to be hospitalized at nearby St. Joseph’s, manager Al Hollingsworth of the Buffs started veteran righthander Fred Martin. Beaumont Manager (and future first manager of the Houston Colt .45’s) Harry Ctaft started former Buffs star Clarence Beers. – Beers beat the Buffs, 4-1, as catcher (and future Buff) Frank Mancuso led the Roughnecks with three key hits.

Beaumont led Houston in the Series, 1 game to none.

ROUND ONE, GAME TWO: BEAUMONT @ HOUSTON, Wednesday, 9/12/51: Righthander Octavio Rubert starts for Houston, but he is quickly knocked out. Things look bad, but reliever Jack Crimian comes in to hold the Buffs close as the they chip away at a 4-0 Beaumont lead. With the bases loaded and two outs in the bottom of the 8th, Jerry Witte enters the game as an aging and tired pinch hitter. Witte singles to left center, plating two runs that put the Buffs ahead to stay by 5-4.

Beaumont and Houston are tied, 1-1, in games won.

ROUND ONE, GAME THREE: HOUSTON @ BEAUMONT, Friday, 9/14/51: With Mizell still in the hospital, knuckleball ace Al Papai starts for Houston against Beaumont’s Hal Schaeffer. Papai loses a pitching duel by the score of 1-0.

Beaumont leads Houston, 2-1, in games won.

ROUND ONE, GAME FOUR: HOUSTON @ BEAUMONT, Saturday, 9/15/51: Still no Mizell. The troubled Buffs turn to the  right hander Loel Passe nicknamed Black Mike Clark because of his deep-set eyes and matching dark mood. Clark black moods Beaumont, shutting them out, 2-0, to square the Series and guarantee its return to Houston.

Beaumont and Houston are tied games won, 2 games each.

ROUND ONE, GAME FIVE: HOUSTON @ BEAUMONT, Sunday, 9/16/51: With Mizell still out, Fred Martin starts again. He holds Beaumont down as Houston rips through several Beaumont pitchers. Jerry Witte leads the Buffs’ hitting attack by going 3 for 5 with a homer. Buffs win, 7-4.

Houston now leads Beaumont in the Series, 3 games won to 2.

Meanwhile, San Antonio has defeated Dallas in seven games and awaits the winner between Beaumont and Houston.

ROUND ONE, GAME SIX: BEAUMONT @ HOUSTON, Monday, 9/17/51: There is no day off as the Series shifts back to Buff Stadium. Ocatvio Rubert of Houston and Hal Schaeffer of Beaumont hook up in a pitchers’ duel that goes into the bottom of the 8th tied at 1-1. Larry Miggins breaks it up with a two-run homer shot over the left field wall off Schaeffer to put the Buffs ahead to stay by 3-1. Jack Crimian comes in to put Beaumont down in the ninth and the Buffs have advanced to the final round.

Houston wins the Series with Beaumont, 4 games to 2.

ROUND TWO, GAME ONE: SAN ANTONIO @ HOUSTON, Tuesday, 9/18/51: Al Papai mystifies the Missions by the consecutive final score of 3-1. Larry Miggins again homers. This time, it’s a no-doubter to far left field that provides the final tally of the evening.

Houston leads San Antonio in games won, 1-0.

ROUND TWO, GAME TWO: SAN ANTONIO @ HOUSTON, Wednesday, 9/19/51: Mike Clark starts against Hoot Gibson of San Antonio. Paced by Jerry Witte’s two-run double, the Buffs jump Gibson for a 3-0 lead in the bottom of the first. With some late relief help again from Jack Crimian, the Buffs hold on to take a 4-3 second victory over San Antonio at Buff Stadium. I was there for that one. My dad’s boss invited dad and me to see the game with him from his first base line box and I was in “Buff Heaven.” It was my first experience with a playoff game and the Buffs won!

Houston leads the Series in wins, 2 games to 0.

ROUND TWO, GAME THREE: HOUSTON @ SAN ANTONIO, Thursday, 9/20/51: With Fred Martin again filling in for the still ailing Mizell, the Buffs crush the Missions, 11-5, at Mission Stadium. They are standing in the pennant’s doorway.

Houston leads San Antonio in the Series, 3 games won to none.

ROUND TWO, GAME FOUR: HOUSTON @ SAN ANTONIO, Friday, 9/21/09: Houston defeats San Antonio to complete a four-game sweep on their ride to the Texas League pennant. 5-3 is the final score as Jerry Witte’s 3-run homer in the 6th inning  provides the winning margin. Octavio Rubert and Jack Crimian hold down the Missions one final time.

Houston wins the Series and the Texas League Championshp, four games won to none, over San Antonio.

By winning the Texas League pennant, the Buffs qualified to play the Birmingham Barons (83-71) the Shaughnessy Playoff winners of the Southern Association crown in the Dixie Series. The Dixie Series had been established in 1920 as the southern higher minor league equivalent of the World Series. In the years it was played (1920-1942, 1946-1958), the Dixie Series always featured the winners of the Texas League against the winners of the Southern Association.

Houston participated in eight Dixie Series contests, winning in 1928, 1947, 1956, and 1957 – and losing in 1931, 1940, 1951, and 1954. So, now that I’ve let the cat out of the bag, what happened in 1951? For one thing, Mizell got sick again. For another, they played pretty good baseball in Brimingham too, and the Barons caught Houston when they were dead tired. Here’s the gist of it, by game:

DIXIE SERIES, GAME ONE: BIRMINGHAM @ HOUSTON, Thursday, 9/21/09:  An overflow crowd of 11,343 showed up at patriotic banter-covered Buff Stadium. In the pre-game, Buffs President Allen Russell even brought in a band. They played “Dixie” in honor of Brimingham – and “The Eyes of Texas” in honor of Houston.

Jimmy Pearsall, George Wilson, and Marv Rackley were the Barons’ big guns; famous major league vagabond Bobo Newson and Mickey Haefner were their top pitchers; and Red Marion (Marty’s brother) was the Birmingham manager.

Vinegar Bend Mizell was back, but Hollingsworth declined to start him in Game One. Octavio Rubert got the nod to face lefty Mickey Haefner of Birmingham. – The barons blast Rubert all over the place. Pearsall and Rackley both go  four for four, and Jerry Witte of the Buffs cracks  two doubles, but to no avail. Birmingham wins the opener, 7-3. Haefner picks up the win; Rubert is tagged early and ends up with the eventual loss.

Brimingham leads the Dixie Series in games won, 1-0.

DIXIE SERIES, GAME TWO: BIRMINGHAM @ HOUSTON, Friday, 9/22/09: Vinegar Bend Mizell finally starts  for the Buffs against Ralph Brickner of the Barons. Second baseman Ben Steiner scores the only run of the game in the bottom of the first, coming home from second base on a sharp single up the middle by Buffs center fielder Roy Broome. Mizell just dominates the Barons today, striking out 14 and allowing only four hits in pacing the Buffs to a 1-0 victory

Birmingham and Houston are tied in Dixe Series games won, at one each.

DIXIE SERIES, GAME THREE: HOUSTON @ BIRMINGHAM, Sunday, 9/30/09: 16,681 fans  mostly Birmingham fans show up for Game Three to watch Fred Martin of Houston square off against the legendary Bobo Newsom of Birmingham. The game is scoreless until the top of the 6th, when Roy Broome triples and Eddie Kazak is then walked intentionally by the Bobo to set up a double play situation with Larry Miggins coming to bat.

Mr. Miggins has other plans. He launches a deep home run over the wall in left field to give the Buffs a 3-0 lead that will hold up as the final score, with a little relief help from Mike Clark.

Houston leads Birmingham in Dixie Series games won, 2 to 1.

DIXIE SERIES, GAME FOUR: HOUSTON @ BIRMINGHAM, Monday, 10/01/51: Al Papai of the Buffs faces Jim Wallace of the Barons in Game Four. It’s another pitcher’s duel, but Jim Wallace of the Barons breaks it up in the late innings with a home run that gives Birmingham a 3-2 win.

Houston and Birmingham are tied in Dixie Series games won at two a piece.

DIXIE SERIES, GAME FIVE: HOUSTON @ BIRMINGHAM, Tuesday, 10/02/51: Birmingham home-boy Bobby Bragan, manager of the Fort Cats, creates a minor stir when he tells a local newspaperman that Hollingsworth and the Buffs should win because they are playing AA ball with AAA talent. Hollingsworth is briefly enraged by Bragan’s remarks, but quickly gets back to the business at hand. – Mizell starts for Buffs again against Brickner.  Going into the bottom of the 6th, Mizell is in command of a 2-0 lead and looking good when, suddenly, he gets sick on the mound and has to be taken out. It’s never known from there if his illness was a new one – or just a flare up of the old one that kept him out of most of the post-season. All we know for sure is – his second illness proves fatal to the Buffs. With Mizell out of the game, Birmingham tees off on relievers Fred Martin and Jack Crimian for a 4-3 rally win over the Buffs.

With the Series going back to Houston, Birmingham leads in games won, 3 to 2.

DIXIE SERIES, GAME SIX: BIRMINGHAM @ HOUSTON, Thursday, 10/04/51: Black Mike Clark  gets the nod to face Mickey Haefner as the Dixie Series moves back to Buff Stadium. Unfortunately, Haefner picks this date to pitch the greatest game of his career. Haefner has a perfect game going for him through seven innings and enough runs to win the game and Series, but he tires in the eighth. The Buffs get to Haefner for two runs and three hits, including a double by Jerry Witte, but its too little, too late. Haefner puts a cap on the ninth and Birmingham wins the 1951 Dixie Series, four games to two over our Houston Buffs.

I heard the last out on my bedside Philco radio. When we lost, I turned it off and skipped the post-game comments of Loel Passe for the first time in history. All I wanted to do was quietly cry myself to sleep, which I did. I didn’t read the sports pages the next morning or even talk about the game or series. It was another two weeks before I picked up the morning paper again. I wanted to make sure that Clark Nealon and the other writers were done with baseball and were now covering football. I didn’t want to hear about or discuss the Buff’s’ loss with anyone. I would use football to take my mind off the hurt until spring, when it was time for the real game to take over the land again with all the new hope it always brings.

The Niekro Family: Love Never Forgets Nor Says Goodbye!

October 10, 2009

Niekro Joe & Nat

I’ve been a fan of Joe and Phil Niekro forever it seems, but I never met either of the two great knucleballers until Joe’s November 4, 2005 induction into the Texas Baseball Hall of Fame. This happened during my tenure as board president of that organization, making it my great honor and pleasure to have some spare time with these wonderful people during the day leading up to the banquet ceremony at the J.W. Marriott near the Galleria.

Upon meeting the Niekro brothers in front of the hotel, it took about thirty seconds to feel as though we had all been close personal friends for a lifetime. I’ll never forget the fun we had, just standing around, kicking back, and talking baseball. Later I got to meet the entire Niekro entourage. Joe was accompanied by his wife Debbie and their ten-year old son J.J. His oldest son Lance, then a first baseman for the San Francisco Giants, also was present, as was Joe’s  grown daughter, Natalie Niekro. What a beautiful lady she turned out to be, but hey, the whole family was handosme and congenial. Joe had every reason in the world to be proud. The day after the banquet, I drove Joe, Debbie, J.J., and Lance to the airport.  We talked about staying in touch – and Joe even gave me a great big hug of thanks before leaving. I looked forward to seeing Joe Niekro again as a new, but very old and dear friend.

Niekro Phil Bill Joe

It was not to be.

A little less than a year later, on October 26, 2006, Joe Niekro collapsed at his Florida  home from  what turned out to be a ruptured aneurysm. He was rushed to a local hospital and placed on life support, but there was nothing that could be done to save him. Suddenly, abruptly, with no fair early warning to him or his family, Joe Niekro  passed away on October 27, 2006 from the same silent killer that takes away thousands each year, and leaving loved ones behind to helplessly ache and grieve.

There was a difference this time. The “resident medical evil” that is aneurysm had not counted on the enormous, all-out pushback from personal pain that resides in the soul of Joe’s daughter Natalie.

In 2007, Natalie Niekro established The Joe Niekro Foundation to promote fundraising for aneurym diagnostic and treatment research. Operating as a new 501 C (3) non-profit chartered organization, Natalie installed herself as President and CEO from her Scottsdale, Arizona home and flew into action of fundraising plans.

Natalie worked out an arrangement with the Houston Astros to hold the organization’s first “Knuckle Ball” banquet at Minute Maid Park in Houston during the fall of 2008, but that plan had to be postponed because of Hurricane Ike. That awful storm didn’t stop Natalie Niekro for long. It just held her up on time a little.

Promoted as “The Knuckle Ball: Now a Pitch for Life Against Sudden Death,” this first annual event finally unfolded at Minute Maid Park on Friday evening, July 31, 2009. All proceeds from the banquet and auction activities of that evening were dedicated to the support of aneurysm research at the Neurological Center of Methodist Hospital in Houston.  It turned out be the biggest star-studded sports draw in Houston athletic banquet history. With Hall of Famer Joe Morgan serving as Master of Ceremonies, other baseball greats from Cooperstown on hand for the evening included Joe’s brother Phil Niekro, of course, along with Sparky Anderson, Bob Feller, Robin Roberts, and Ozzie Smith; plus all of the Astros brass – Drayton McLane, Tal Smith, and Pam Gardner; four former Astros managers – Bill Virdon, Art Howe, Larry Dierker, and Phil Garner; former Colt .45 and Astro stars Jimmy Wynn, Carl Warwick, Mike Scott, Enos Cabell, Joe Sambito, Craig Reynolds. Kevin Bass, Dave Bergman, Enos Cabell, Ed Herman, and others I’m surely missing; former UH great basketballer and NBA Rocket and Hall of Famer Elvin Hayes, plus Mario Elle; and former Houston Oiler quarterback  Dan Pastorini.

The first annual Knuckle Ball raised $400,000 for aneurysm research, but Natalie Niekro didn’t stop there to wait on next year’s banquet to raise more money. Check out her latest  blog to see the plan she has worked out with Major League Baseball to raise money through the Arizona Fall League. While you’re there, give yourself the time and opportunity to explore the whole website for full reports and photos of the foundations past events and future plans. If you want to help too, there is ample room on this bandwagon for you. Just stay open to the possiiblity.

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Natalie Niekro is one amazing human being, as was her dad. Natalie’s love for her father is forever. And Joe’s spiritual inspiration to his daughter is eternal. These inseparable forces of unconditional love between a father and his daughter, a motivation born in the pain of unacceptable loss, and an apparently genetic commitment to fighting the good fight all the way are what all add up to making the Joe Niekro Foundation’s dedication to the research war on aneurysms something that is, well, most simply expressed, flat out relentless.

If you can help too, please do. Get in touch with Natalie Niekro at the Joe Niekro Foundation website at your earliest opportunity. Whatever you are able to do counts big.

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Ken O’Dea: Buffs QB Back in ’33!

October 9, 2009

Ken O'Dea Sometimes I’m reminded of certain former members of the Houston Buffs by the e-mails I get from people with a special interest in same. Yesterday I received a request for research assistance from a fellow named Ken Hogan, a guy whose doing background work right now for what he describes as a “booklet” on a cousin who played for the Houston Buffs in 1933, a BL/TR catcher named Ken O’Dea.

What I told Neil Hogan I can tell you here. – Even I am not old enough to have seen Ken O’Dea play ball in Buff Stadium back in 1933, but I’ve read of him over the years in my scannings of ancient Houston Buff history. Ken O’Dea was much more than adequate as the field captain of the ’33 Buffs. He was the guy that the Texas League media selected as their post-season All Star catcher for both his bat and his fielding ability. O’Dea batted .269 with one homer and 65 runs batted in for the ’33 Buffs, and he shared field leadership duties with second baseman and playing manager Carey Selph, who also made the the ’33 Texas League All Star club. Ed “Bear Tracks” Greer, a 22-game winning pitcher for the ’33 Buffs, was the third club member to make the Texas League All Star team that season.

The ’33 Buffs finished in first place with a Texas League record of 94-57, but they lost in the first round of the playoffs for the league championship. O’Dea would move on to Columbus the next season, completing his four-year minor league run (1931-34) with a minor league career batting average of .288 with 12 HR and 177 RBI.

The balance of Ken O’Dea’s baseball career beyond 1934 was all major league. In a 12-season big league career with the Cubs, Giants, Cardinals, and Braves (1935-46), O’Dea batted .255 with 40 HR and 323 RBI.

Ken O’Dea died on December 17, 1985 in his birth home town of Lima, New York at the age of 72. Good luck to Neil Hogan on writing something that will bring the acomplishments of his talented cousin back to life in the minds of those fans who care about baseball history as something larger than a canvas for myriad new books on Babe Ruth, the New York Yankees, and the Boston Red Sox.

Nick Cullop: Baseball’s Mr. “Tomato Face!”

October 8, 2009

Nick CullopSo, how does a guy get a nickname like “Tomato Face?” Let us count the ways he may have earned it honestly from the baseball culture, especially back in the old days.

He may get it (1) if he’s one of those fair-skinned ethnicity folks who spend too much time in direct sunlight during the day; (2) if he’s one of those fair-skinned ethnicity folks who spend too much time in bars and saloons during the night; (3) if he’s one of those fair-skinned ethnicity folks whose diets and genetics promote high blood pressure; (4) if he’s one of those fair skinned ethnicity folks who decides to take on the stress and pressure of managing a professional baseball club; and (5) he may get it, for sure, if he’s a little bit of everything described above, plus a guy who chose to work and play his heart out in baseball back in the 20’s, 30’s, and 40’s.  – Baseball simply loved handing out outrageous and unflattering nicknames back in the day.

At any rate, such was the nickname-fate of Nick Cullop, one of our Houston Buff twilight time heros of the 1939-40 seasons. The BR/TR outfielder Cullop joined the Buffs at age 38 during his 19th season as a professional baseball player. Nick Cullop then proceeded to hit .318 with 25 homers and and 112 runs batted in for the ’39 first place Buffs, leading the Texas League in HR and RBI and earning for himself the nod as the circuit’s MVP. The Eddie Dyer-managed Buffs lost in the first round of the 1939 league championship playoffs, but they came back in 1940 to repeat their first place finish and, this time, to also take the playoffs, the Texas League pennant, and the Dixie Series championship. Nick Cullop’s production fell to .272 with 21 HR and 96 RBI for the ’40 Buffs, but, hey, the man was 39 years old by this time!

Nick Cullop played four more limited action seasons of minor league ball following his two years as a Buff, completing his 26 total season career as an active player (1920-44) with some interesting major and minor league results. For his five seasons as a major leaguer (1926-27, 1929-31) with the Yankees, Indians, Senators, Dodgers, and Reds, Cullop batted only .249 with 11 HR and 67 RBI. For his 23 seasons as a minor leaguer (1920-26, 1928-30, 1932-44), the stocky 6’0″ “Tomato Face” batted a healthy .312 with a grand total of 420 minor league HR and 1,857 minor league RBI, the second highest total in recorded minor league history.

In segue from his playing days, Nick Cullop beacme best known as a successful minor league manager, working 17 seasons as a skipper (1941-52, 1954-57, 1959) and winning four league championships along the way. Cullop also won two “Minor League Manager of the Year” awards in 1943 for the Columbus (Ohio) Redbirds and in 1947 for the minor league Milwaukee Brewers.

Nick Cullop passed away on December 8, 1978 at the age of 78. Maybe old “Tomato Face” simply died of redfaced humility over his many field accomplishments and a life well lived and enjoyed  in baseball.

MLB Teams: Rename Some; Realign All!

October 7, 2009

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About once every decade, I come back to three of my favorite intertwined baseball topics. I sometimes write about these, but not so much because I think mine or any of our opinions will change the baseball powers-that-be on these subjects. I write because it’s much more like Hank Williams, Jr. explains when he talks about his need to boogie-woogie: “It’s in me and I gotta get it out!”

The topics are the Designated Hitter (DH) rule,  team renaming, and league and division realignment along sensible regional lines. Years ago, I wouldn’t have considered realignment. I was always a National League guy who wanted to keep the Senior Circuit as close to the way it had always been set up as possible. Now it doesn’t matter anymore. MLB has gotten rid of the two league offices; eliminated their separate league umpiring crews; done away with each of their uniquely labeled American and National League baseballs; and, oh my gosh, added inter-league play to the schedule. So, why bother defending a distinction of traditional league identities that no longer truly exists – nor matters – except for one thorny real difference: The American League still has the dadgum “Designated Hitter” rule while  the National League continues to play real baseball by the same basic rules that once governed the careers of great pitchers like Walter Johnson and Christy Mathewson.  Those two guys pitched in different leagues, but they both also had to bat on their ways to the future Hall of Fame. And managers back then, as they still do in the National League, had to take into account his pitcher as a batter as he planned his strategy for the whole game. As for as I’m concerned, all the “DH” rule does is gut the major strategy question any manager has to face in every tight game and throw the whole thing closer into autopilot play.

My realignment plan brushes aside the reality of the “DH” rule and treats it as resolved on the side of dissolution, Players’ Unon protests be damned. Just add a player to the roster in exchange for abandoning the “DH” rule before some foot-stumbling hitting bozo bats his way into the Hall of Fame without ever taking the field of play on defense in a big league game. If you can’t play offense and defense, you’re not a whole ballplayer in my book. Hey! If you want to get involved in a platoon sport, go play in or stay home and watch the National Football League, but get the heck away from the traditional game of baseball that so many of us still love for its expectation of wholeness from the players and managers.

That being said, here’s my League and Division Realignment Plan, one that excludes the “DH” rule and inter-league play. I don’t need to see the Yankees in the regular season. I want to see my club, the Houston Astros, play the Yankees for all the marbles in the main event, that big show I hope we shall always call and honor as The World Series. That’s when you want to play the Yankees, when your club has earned its way to the big showdown – and not just because it’s my team’s rotating time to have a big gate because the Yankees, or Red Sox, or on the schedule this year.

One more thing: My plan renames some of the teams to what they should’ve been called from the start. My renamings take away these marketing stretches that presume naming your club for the entire state, or some nearby larger city, will increase a club’s fan base. To that, I say, let the clubs be who they really are – and people will still come see them – and in even greater numbers because the fans always know when they are going to see a team that is now flying its true geographic identity.

I only make two exceptions to this basic identity rule that favors city name and traditional mascot adoptions. The Minnesota Twins and Texas Rangers are perfectly named for the dual major city fan bases they each serve. The rest of the “state and next-door big city” named clubs need to shake off the phoniness and just be who they really are.

Here’s my current realignment suggestion, based on the present thirty existing (but some now renamed) big league clubs:

AMERICAN LEAGUE

East Division: Boston Red Sox, New York Yankees, New York Mets, Cleveland Indians, Philadelphia Phillies.

South Division: Atlanta Braves,  Baltimore Orioles, Miami Marlins, Tampa Tarpons, Washington Nationals.

Central Division: Detroit Tigers, Milwaukee Brewers, Minnesota Twins, Pittsburgh Pirates, Toronto Blue Jays.

NATIONAL LEAGUE

Central  Division: Chicago Cubs, Chicago White Sox, Cincinnati Reds, Houston Astros, Texas Rangers.

Gateway West Division: Denver Bears, Kansas City Royals, Phoenix Firebirds, San Diego Padres, St. Louis Cardinals.

Far West Division: Anaheim Angels, Los Angeles Dodgers, Oakland A’s, San Francisco Giants, Seattle Mariners.

There. I got it out. Now I feel better about this whole first decade of the 21st Century. It’s not perfect. Nothing is. Pittsburgh isn’t exactly “central” to anything in the contiguous USA, nor is San Diego anything close to a western “gateway,” except to and from Mexico, but the whole plan is still, overall, a lot closer to a geographic fit than anything we have going for us now, I think. Please feel free to comment below with your own thoughts on team names, the “DH”, and realignment. I’d love to hear them.

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Dave Clark: Going Home as Interim Astros Manager.

October 5, 2009

Sometime early this morning, maybe even as I write, Interim Manager Dave Clark of the Houston Astros will take off for home from New York City by automobile. The ten-hour drive to Memphis, TennesseeDave-Clark should be a welcome breeze after all that Clark has been through over the course of 2009 and his brief thirteen-game career as the guy who was appointed to bring this train-wreck of a season into the station over the last few miles of its beleaguered journey.

There was nothing publicly remarkable or particularly great about the shut-em-down final ride of the 2009 Astros under Dave Clark. The Astros won 4 and lost 9 under his watch, finishing the season in New York with a mostly mailed-in, three-game series sweep-loss to the Mets that simply died with a thud on Sunday – with no Astros runs scored, and only four mild  Houston hits to show for the last on-field lost cause of a season that sltready brimmed with many lost causes, too many nagging injuries,  and too frustrating and far too many agonizing personal performances.

Does Dave Clark drive home today with much of a chance of coming back without the “interim” descriptor written in front of his managerial title? Who knows? Sometimes an interim manager is so associated with the train wreck of his predecessor’s record that he doesn’t really have much chance for a fair consideration against those candidates who will be much easier to sell as fresh answers to the same old problems. Like Clark himself, we’ll just have to wait on the Astros to answer that one.

All we can know, as fans, is that Dave Clark does seem to enjoy the trust and respect of his players. On surface, in fact, he seems to fit many of the favorable dispositional factors that I wrote about in my article on Bill Virdon a couple of days ago. He defiinitely seems to hold the respect of players like Hunter Pence, who played for Dave Clark at Corpus Christi. His strong reputation as a teacher/mentor to younger players seems to be one of his strong assets, but its hard to draw any realistic conclusions about his management of pitchers and other personnel over the final two weeks just concluded. It was a time, after all,  for experimentation and not for starting pitcher and regular lineup solidification.

Who is Dave Clark, anyway?

47-year old Dave Clark is a native of Elvis Presley’s hometown, Tupelo, Mississippi. He was the 11th round 1983 draft choice of the Cleveland Indians as a BL/TR outfielder and he would go on to a 13-season career with six clubs (1986-1998), including his final season as an Astros hitter off the bench, and batting .264 with 62 career homers over the long course.

After his playing days, Clark spent three years in the Pirates organization as a hitting ocach (2000-02) and two years as a minor league manager (2003-2004) in the Pirates’ lower minor league system. He then shifted over to the Astros, managing for three years at Class AA Corpus Christi (2005-07) and one year at AAA Round Rock (2008). In 2009, Clark joined the major league staff at Houston under Cecil Cooper, the man he succeeded a little over two weeks ago.

As Astros fans, let’s just hope that Dave Clark gets a fair shake – and, most importantly,  that we end up with the best man for the  job of leading the Astros out of the wilderness in 2010. It may say nothing about his long term ability to lead the Astros to that elusive World Series victory we’ve all been seeking forever, but I like the fact that Dave Clark started Aaron Boone at second base in that 4-0 finale loss to the Mets. Boone was making his bid to become the only man in big league history to go through heart surgery and then get a hit during the same season of his medical crisis.

Aaron Boone already had gone zero for ten trying to accomplish same and he really had nothing to prove to others. Boone  had already come back, but he still wanted that hit as a symbol of personal validation and Clark knew it –  so he put him in the game. Boone went oh for three, but that’s OK too. He gave it his best final shot, and thanks in larger part to interim manager Dave Clark, a guy who thinks with the heart of a player.

Drive safe on the way home today, Dave! OK? Regardless of what happens from here, you can drive away from 2009 with respect in your hip pocket.

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Bill Virdon: Too Bad He’s Now Too Old!

October 3, 2009

Bill VirdonAs all Astros fans await the decision on who will take over the reins as the new full-time field manager of the club in 2010, it’s fair game time to talk about the kind of man who might best fill the bill. I sure can’t talk about it as a baseball insider, but as a forever Houston major league team fan since that first season in 1962, I’m like the rest of my crowd in the sense that I have my own strong opinions – and the first is easiest to express:

(1) Put Bill Virdon in an Age Regression Machine. If 78 year old former Astros manager Bill Virdon were only thirty years younger, I’d say, “Hire Virdon. End of discussion.” With a club record number of managerial wins (544 wins, 522 losses, and a .510 winning percentage), Bill Virdon led the Astros to two playoff appearances in 1980 and 1981. During his nearly eight seasons at the Astros helm (1975-82), the club didn’t have the big breakthrough we all still hope for (a World Series win), but they learned how to coalesce into a winning team. They reached the playoffs for the first time of their history in 1980, falling one still very  disappointing loss short of reaching the World Series, through no bigger picture fault of Virdon. I’ll always believe that the late season loss of star pitcher J.R. Richard to a stroke was the real hammer on our 1980 pennant hopes. With Niekro, Richard, Ryan, Ruhle, and Forsch all healthy and available for starting duty in the 1980 NLCS, there would’ve been no Philadelphia Phillies first World Series victory that year.

(2) Use Bill Virdon as a Role Model or Prototype. Since Virdon’s off the table as a serious candidate, let’s hope the Astros find a manager whose most like him. The rest of my comments are about qualities that I think Bill Virdon brought to the club during his tenure with the Astros:

(3) Respect. Players need to see their manager as someone they respect for his knowledge of the game, for his integrity as a man, and for his trustworthiness as someone who has their backs when bad games and slumps leave them wide open to shark bites from the media.

(4) Ability to Handle Pitchers and Young Players. Knowing how to balance the work between starters and relievers, and handling the often fragile confidences in younger players as a protective, but results-expectant mentor are essential. The Astros don’t need a mule team whip guy, nor do they need a too sympathetic wet nurse. They need a man whose brain is attached to the three demands of the real world in his understanding of the great lessons about breaking in to any field: (a) young talent still needs room to learn from their mistakes on the job; (b) young talent needs management that is capable of teaching them what they didn’t learn in “school;” and (c) young talent needs to understand that production eventually is the only thing that will keep them in their jobs. – A good manager has to be able to handle all three areas – or else, be eaten alive in time by failure, low team morale, chaos, and rebellion.

(5) Communication with the Media and the Public. This may have been the one area where Virdon may have been a little weak. I don’t remember him being very verbal or extroverted in his relations with people outside the club. I also don’t recall him ever making a big gaffe with his words. A lesser communicator can survive to fulfill the important team missions, if (a) his skin is thick enough to take the flack he will catch from those glib writers who will always enjoy playing games with sports people who are dean-pan serious – or not too quick on their mental feet; (b) he doesn’t use the media conference as a place to criticize his own players in defense of protecting his own posterior; and/or (c) he doesn’t suffer from verbal diarhea and foot-in-mouth disease.

(6) Bottom Line: In this crazy world of baseball managers, nobody’s perfect, but a Bill Virdon with “HD 2010” communication skills comes close – at least, he does in the eyes of this longtime Astros fan observer.

Houston Buffs: Fireballing Jack Creel!

October 2, 2009

Jack CreelThe six foot tall, 164 pound stringbean righthander named Jack Dalton Creel was born on April 23, 1915 in a little place called Kyle, Texas. From 1938 through 1953, Creel amassed a fifteen season record of 179 wins, 157 losses, and an earned run average of 3.37 Throw in the 5-4, 4.74 W-L, ERA record he recorded in his one 1945 season with the St. Louis Cardinals and you’re looking at a pretty fair country resume’ for a fellow who played it all out during one of baseball’s most heavily talented personnel eras.

Creel broke in with two 15-win seasons in Class D Ball (1938, Taft, 15-7 & 1939 New Iberia, 15-11). He then capped that great start with his best season ever at Class D Daytona Beach with a 22-7, 1.50 ERA record.

Creel struggled with three clubs at Class B and AA in 1941, going a combined 10-11 in the win-loss column. His move to the then A1-level Houston Buffs in 1942, however, saw Jack Creel grab hold of his good stuff and battle forward to a 13-6, 1.92 ERA year.

After going a combined 19-28 in two seasons at AA Cloumbus, Ohio in 1943-44, Creel moved up to the parent club St. Louis Cardinals in 1945, posting a 5-4, 4.74 ERA record as the whole signature on his big league career.

The return of many talenetd Cardinal picthers from World War II in 1946 sent Jack Creel, and many others, back to the minors, where he posted an 8-11, 4.19 ERA record with the now AAA Columbus club.

Jack Creel then returned to the Houston Buffs for three of his most productive years in the minors (1947-49). Jack’s 14-10, 2.63 ERA mark with the Buffs’ ’47 Texas League and Dixie Series championship club was critical to Houston’s success. His work on two far less talented Buff clubs (1948: 12-10, 3.52; 1949: 16-10, 3.38) was important as the bathtub stopper on two teams that headed mainly toward a fuller drain. Thank God for the presence of Jack Creel in lean times. His ability always made victory a possibility and it drew fans to Buff Stadium who might otherwise have stayed home.

Creel spent the next two years with Portland of the AAA Pacific Coast League (1950-51), combining for a record of 21-20 and an ERA in the “low 4s.” Jack Creel returned to Houston to post a 6-11, 3.12 ERA record for a a very bad last place Buffs team. He then moved over to Beaumont of the Texas League in 1952, where he finished his last season in professional baseball with a record of 8 wins, 15 losses, and and ERA of of 5.20.

After baseball, Jack Creel made his home in Houston. He passed away here on August 13, 2002 at the age of 86.

In the end, I look upon Jack Creel as one of those pitchers from my childhood years who always inspired my desire to go to Buff Stadium on the nights he was scheduled to work. The hope of winning gets planted early in baseball fans and its tease about the harvest lasts a lifetime. Pitchers like Jack Creel were excellent gardeners.

Jerry Witte’s Last Ballgame.

September 30, 2009

JW 2001 11A few years ago now, my best friend and all time greatest baseball hero got to throw out the first pitch at an Astros game in the place we now call Minute Maid Park. The date was Friday, August 3, 2001. My late friend and hero was a fellow named Jerry Witte.

The actual game that night wasn’t exactly one for the ages, but Houston won over the Montreal Expos, 6-2, behind the pitching of Shane Reynolds, a 2 for 4 night by Jeff Bagwell, and a rare homer by Brad Ausmus. The victory bumped the Astros record to 60-49, something that always feels great late in the year of another season bound for nowhere, but the real story that night was Jerry Witte and his meetings prior to the game with Astros players Jeff Bagwell and Roy Oswalt.

As one of the people allowed on the field that evening to accompany Jerry and do a little photography, I also walked into the privilege of witneessing the first class treatment that both players and the entire Astros administrative staff all extended to the aging slugger of a Houstons Buffs team that played ball in this town a half century earlier. In fact, the big scoreboard even introduced Jerry as “the slugging firstbaseman of the 1951 Texas League Champion Houston Buffs.” How cool was that!

Most of all, the background on what led to this special evening is important to the story too. Jerry had lost his dear wife of 54 years, Mary, to cancer only two months earlier on June 10, 2001. He had been going downhill in spirit ever since, in spite of all that his devoted seven daughters and all of us other friends could do to help him rally.

With the help of Astros Vice President Rob Matwick, we were able to line up the special night for Jerry to throw out the ceremonial frst pitch. Jerry still lived in his East End Houston home, the same one in which he and Mary had raised their family, but he had never seen a game at the new Enron Field.

Jerry’s first reaction was hesitation. “I’m 86 years old,” he exclaimed. “An old bird like me’s got no place on the field anymore!”

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Jerry soon turned around to support the idea once he grasped that the Astros simply wanted to honor him with Jeff Bagwell as two slugging first basemen from Houston who played the position fifty years apart. Jerry insisted that he wanted to give Bagwell one of his 40 ounce bats for that special occasion – and he also wanted to get in some practice throwing the ball before he took the mound. For the next three weeks prior to “the fist pitch night,” I would go to Jerry’s house and work out as his catcher. At the end of this period, I asked him to sign the ball we had used. He signed it, “To Bill, My Catcher.” I will treasure that ball forever.

On the night of “the first pitch,” Jeff Bagwell came over down on the field and presented Jerry with a signed baseball for his use in the ceremony. Jeff was magnificent, referring to Jerry as “Mr. Witte” all the time. In turn, Jerry surprised Jeff Bagwell wth his gift of the big Witte model Louisville Slugger.  Jeff beamed in awe at the weight of the thing. and he said something about how he might have trouble getting it off his shoulder in time to catch up with a fastball, but that he did have a place of honor for it at home.

For about five minutes, the two sluggers of yesterday and today talked baseball together in quiet repose prior to the game: Jerry in his wheelchair; Jeff squatting to eye level with Jerry. In that brief moment of time, it felt as though the whole of Houston’s professional baseball history, from Babies to Buffs to Colt .45s to Astros, had been joined together forever on sacred ground.

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When Jerry finally made the first pitch, he did it with unintentional dramatic flair. Using a wheel chair in place of  a walker, he actually rode to the mound behind a son-in-law, Ken Katzen. He was also accompanied there by his oldest daughter, Mary Ann Crumbaugh, a registered nurse. Jerry could walk just fine, but, of course, few in the crowd knew that fact when they saw him being wheeled onto the field. It was a moment simply born in destiny as a stage for magical impression.

Once he reached the mound, Jerry began to stir, pulling himself up from the chair, and all the while motioning away leaning offers for help from anyone. The crowd roared. Jerry then walked slowly to the back of the chair to position himself for the throw – and the crowd roared even louder. Now everyone was on their feet. Jerry then matter of factly removed the ball from his coat side pocket and heaved it into his catcher, a role now played by a young rookie Astros pitcher named Roy Oswalt. The crowd gave it up for Jerry Witte with a “Standing O.”

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The brief dialogue between Jerry Witte and his “game catcher,” Roy Oswalt, said it all about the old Buff’s next encounter with the Astros’ personal respect for him on that night of long ago:

Jerry Witte: “Young man, where did you learn how to throw a baseball so well?”

Roy Oswalt: “My daddy taught me, sir.”

Jerry Witte: “Well, you tell him for me that I think he did a great job of raising you, both as a good pitcher and a fine young man.”

Roy Oswalt: “Thank you, sir. I’ll tell him, sir.”

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Jerry stayed for the whole game. We’d had plenty of discussion earlier about leaving anytime he felt tired and wanted to go home, but that didn’t happen. Once Jerry settled into the ballgame, he wanted to stay til the end. Along the way, he even caught a foul ball and gave it to a little girl who was sitting nearby. The little girl then asked Jerry to sign the ball for her – and that pleased him immensely.

It turned out to be Jerry Witte’s last ballgame. He passed away on April 28, 2002 at the age of nearly 87, surrounded by all his daughters, sons-in-laws, grandchildren, and good friends. All of us who were there at the ballpark on August 3, 2001 will never forget the joy of that moment in the days of a man who lived his life so fully, so well, and so always lovingly.

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Godspeed, Jerry! Just know that all of us from your old gang who remain in the game down here are still trying to play it out as best you taught us. Anytime that any of us are facing a tough choice about anything really important, we also know that you’re still sitting there next to us on the bench,  in full spirit, reminding us to just gut it through – whatever it is – and do the next right thing – whatever that may be – while we trust the rest to God.

Thank you for just being you – and for  staying here with us physically for as long as you were able. We love you, and Mary too, and we always will. – Jerry, I never met anyone who embodied the spirits of love and baseball together anymore than you. And I guess that’s possible because those two spirits are actually pretty darn close to being one and the same in some of us horsehided soul people.

Hal Smith, Catcher: A Tale of Two Smittys!

September 29, 2009

smith hal rsmith hal wHouston Baseball”s two Hal Smths were always being confused for one another. It didn’t help clarity much that they played ball in the same era and, worse, that they played the same position and both batted right handed. I’ve forgotten how often the same statement would come up from different friends at games during the 1962 first seson of the Colt .45s: “Oh yeah,” they’d say, “I remember that guy at catcher, that Hal Smith. He played for the Buffs a few years back.”

“No,” I’d have to answer, “this is not the same Hal Smith. This is the other Hal Smith, the one that got one of the big home runs for Pittsburgh in the 1960 World Series!”

“Oh,” they’d usually reply. “You mean that guy for the Pirates wasn’t the same Hal Smith who used to play for the Buffs?”

If this conversation had been part of an Abbott and Costello routine, this would have ben the point where I went to the big question of the day, “Who’s on first?”

Instead of going the Abbott and Costello way, let’s just try to get these two Hal Smith straight and apart for whom they each actually were. To that end, we’ll go the use of middle name initials to help keep their two identities separate and apart:

Hal R. Smith (Harold Raymond Smith) (BR/TR, 5’10.5″, 185 lbs.) was born June 1, 1931 in Barling Arkansas. – Hal W. Smith (Harold Wayne Smith) (BR/TR, 6’0″, 195 lbs.) was born December 7, 1930 in West Frankfort, Illinois. Both were catchers.

Hal R. Smith played for the Houston Buffs of the Texas League over the course of two seasons (1954-55). He batted .259 with 5 homers and 39 runs batted in for the ’54 Buffs and .299 with 8 HR and 67 RBI for the ’55 Buffs. 1955 concluded Hal R. Smith’s six season minor league career (1949-50, 1952-55). Hal R. Smith the next six seasons catching for the St. Louis Cardinals (1956-61), returning briefly with the Pittsburgh Pirates in 1965 for three hitless times at bat.

Hal R. Smith’s little time as a Pirate in 1965 didn’t help keep him straight from Hal W. Smith in the public mind. The Pirates were Hal W. Smith’s old team during the 1960 World Series – and that was the season in which Hal W. Smith’s home run in Game Seven kept Pittsburgh alive for Bill Mazeroski’s winning walk-off homer against the New York Yankees.

Hal R. Smith never played for Houston’s major league Colt. 45s or Astros. His career major league record with St. Louis (and three at bats with Pittsburgh) included a batting average of .258, 23 home runs, and 172 RBI. Hal R. Smith also maintains a website that includes much more information about his personal life and career. Here’s the link:

http://halsmithcards.com/bio.html

Hal W. Smith was an original 1962 original club Houston Colt .45! In fact, he caught the first pitch ever thrown in a Houston major league game and it happened at Colt Stadium on April 10, 1962. Bobby Shantz was the Houston pitcher in that landmark moment; future Hall of Famer Lou Brock was the Chicago Cubs lead-off batter.

Hal W. Smith batted .235 with 12 HR and 35 RBI for Houston during the first big league season. He returned to the Colt .45s in 1963 for limited duty action, batting .241 with 0 homers and 2 RBI. Over a 17-season professional baseball career (1949-64), Hal W. Smith played all or parts of 10 seasons as a major leaguer for Baltimore, Kansas City, Pittsburgh, Houston, and Cincinnati. His career major league totals include a batting average of .267, 58 HR, and 323 RBI.

Hal W. Smith came to Houston in the 1961 first player draft stocking of the New York Mets and Houston Colt .45s, but he never really went away from the place in Texas that became his home, even though he played two final seasons of pro ball beyond his stay in Houston after the 1963 season. Hal W. Smith and his wife now live in retirement near Houston in Columbus, Texas.

Like most good catchers and pitchers, Hal W. Smith had a memory for hitters’ weaknesses, even among those foes he had faced many years ago. I ran into Hal W. Smith at a 2004 baseball banquet in which I was signng “A Kid From St. Louis,” the book I had written with the late Jerry Witte, a slugging first baseman for the 1950-52 Houston Buffs. Hal W. Smith had played for Beaumont of the same Texas League in 1952 and he remembered Jerry Witte’s weak spot.

“I knew how to get him out,” Hal W. Smith offered, “You threw him a high inside fastball. He’d swing at it and miss just about every time. Couldn’t lay off of it. – You never threw him the same pitch low and outside. He had these long arms that allowed him to go out there and get those low ones out of the zone and send ’em on a long golf ball ride, far over the left field wall.”

Amazing! Almost as amazing as the hope that this little article will now help people keep the identities of Houston baseball’s two “Hal Smith catchers” separate and apart.