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Aaron Pointer: A Man for All Seasons.

September 23, 2009

HBHC POINTER 1 Aaron Pointer (Batted Right/Threw Right; Outfield) has to be one of the best examples of how life sometimes arms certain people with talents that could take them in several varied directions, but all the while, these opportunities are rising and falling constantly with how the individual makes and uses the decisions he or she finally decides to take responsibility for putting into motion.

Born in Little Rock, Arkansas on April 19. 1942, but raised in Oakland, California, Aaron Pointer was the son a of a preacher man and his wife, the Reverend Elton and Sarah Elizabeth Porter. Aaron’s older brother Fritz was also a gifted amateur athlete who grew up to be a college English professor and published author. Aaron’s younger sisters, Ruth, Anita, Bonnie, and June stormed the entertainment world from the early 1970s forward as the fabulous Pointer Sisters.

Pointer served as President of the Student Body at McClymonds High School, where also excelled in baseball, football, and basketball. McClymonds in Oakland just happens to be the same school that also gave the world Bill Russell in basketball and Frank Robinson in baseball.  After his high school graduation, Pointer entered San Francisco University on a basketball scholarship, with an understanding that he would also be allowed to play baseball. A chronic sore arm knocked Pointer out of his plans to continue baseball as a pitcher at SFU. Aaron was still good enough as a position player to attract the attention of the Houston Colt .45s as an outfield prospect. He signed with Houston in 1961 for a bonus of $30,000 and was assigned to Class D Salisbury  and what turned out to be a memorable season.

HBHC POINTER 2Aaron Pointer batted .402 in 93 games for Salisbury (132 hit for 329 at bats) in 1961 for 19 doubles, 14 triples, and 7 home runs. By breaking the /400 mark, Pointer became the last professional baseball player to exceed that magic mark over a full summer of play. (Rookie League and Mexican League marks are not considered as data on this achievement trail.) At season’s end, Pointer was called up to the 1961 AAA Houston Buffs in time to also hit .375 ( 3 for 8 ) in four games.

After 1961, Aaron Pointer would never again have another lights out year over the course of his nine-season, mostly minor league career.

On September 271963, he was part of an all-rookie lineup that remains  on record as  the youngest lineup in MLB history, with an average age of 19. Joe MorganRusty Staub and Jim Wynn were the only three players that went on to great careers from that group of promising rookies.

By breaking in with the 1963 Colt .45s and then coming back with the 1966-67 Astros, Aaron Pointer also placed himself in a quietly unique category for former Houston Buffs. Aaron Pointer, outfielder Ron E. Davis, and pitcher Dave Giusti are the only three professional baseball players who actually performed for Houston under all three of their identities as Buffs, Colt .45s, and Astros. Giusti’s distinction is slightly greater in this regard as the only last former Buff from 1961 who also played for the first Colt .45 club in 1962 and the first Astro club in 1965. Pointer did not join the Colt .45’s until their second season (1963) and did not play either for the Astros until their second season (1966). Davis also missed the first Astros year, but arrived in time to play parts of three seasons as an Astro (1966-68).

Pidge Browne, Jim R. Campbell, Ron E. Davis, Dave Giusti, and J.C. Hartman were the only five last Buffs (1961) who also played the next year as first-season Colt .45s (1962), but four of these men, all but Giusti, were gone by the time the club became the Astros in 1965. As mentioned above, Pointer also became a Colt .45, but not until the 1963 season. Ron E. Davis, as mentioned, rejoined the club in 1966 during their second season run as the Astros.

After being traded to the Chicago Cubs organization in 1968, Aaron Pointer spent all of 1969 at Tacoma. He finished that season with a career batting average of .272. He  then played three mediocre seasons in Japan and, at age 30, he retired from baseball. Returning to his adopted  home in Tacoma Washington, Pointer went to work for the Pierce County Parks and Recreation Department, supervising their athletics programs. He started officiating high school football games , eventually working himself into a new career as an NFL game official from 1987 to 2003.  He now serves as a member of the Board for the Tacoma Athletic Commission.

In June 2008, Aaron Pointer was inducted into the Tacoma Hall of Fame.

What a life path! – Godspeed, Aaron Pointer! And may your senior days be mellow and bright!

Who should be the Next Astros Manager?

September 22, 2009

This poll will stay open through the time the Astros actually make their final decision. Weigh in here with your vote and comment

Should it be interim manager Dave Clark that gets the call? How about one of the Astros icons? Or a top level coach who knows the National League?

Please speak your mind with a vote and comment.

SWEEPS R SWEET!

September 8, 2009

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Sweeps ARE sweet – even when the fruits of harvest arrive too late to bake a Word Series level cherry pie! It still tastes good to savor the good times in the middle of a baseball season in Houston that mostly has offered little more than mediocre to bad. We’ll take whatever rain of good fortune that wants to fall our way in the middle of a drought year that has been as dry of long term credibility in winning as I am able to lately remember.

On Labor Day Monday, the Houston Astros completed a long weekend of stunning results against the defending World Champion Philadelphia Phillies by rallying in the bottom of the 7th inning for two runs and a 4-3 victory. It proved to be the fourth straight win over the Phils and a minor, but irritating hitch in the Philly plans to wrap up the National League East as soon as possible. At a time the Phils were falling in four, their primary division rivals, #2 Florida and #3 Atlanta were both falling too – and the Braves were going down for the fifth time in a row, to leave Atlanta 8 games back with 25 games to go. Florida sits at 6 back of the Phils with 25 to go. The Phillies could’ve put both their division rivals on almost total flatline status by sweeping the going-nowhere-in-the-NLC Astros over the weekend, but they did not. The Astros are now in 3rd place in the National League Central, but in spite of the sweet dextrosity of their weekend windfall, they remain 14 games back of the NLC division-leading St. Louis Cardinals with only 25 games to go.

Let’s stay with the sweet for a few minutes longer.

Friday night’s 7-0 bombing of the Phils made the Astros look like a world class winner – with starter Wandy Rodriguez appearing as the second coming of a lefthanded Cy Young – or perhaps, more accurately, a modern day Rube Waddell. Saturday night’s 5-4 two-out walk-off Astros win reminded us why we weren’t that broken up in Houston over the club’s trade of closer Brad Lidge to Philadelphia following the 2007 season. When Kazuo Matsui banged out that that two-out game winning single with the bases loaded in the bottom of the 9th, it just reminded us of our own past heartaches with the affable Mr. Lidge in the close-it-out-or-die role for Houston. Sunday afternoon’s 4-3 rally win allowed us to renew hope in the future of rookie hurler Bud Norris and also in the pulse of Houston hitters to rally late for a second consecutive game. Then Labor Day afternoon’s completion of the four-game sweep, this time by another 4-3 count, took the cake, even if we couldn’t have cherry pie. Back to back doubles in the bottom of the 7th yesterday by Miguel Tejada and Hunter Pence off Phillies reliever Chan Ho Park tied the game at 3-3. When the Astros then loaded the bases off Park, Michael Bourn, the National Leaue stolen bases leader, and the main guy we got for Lidge in the post-2007 trade, stood in there and worked Park for an eight-pitch walk to force in what proved to be the winning run in a second straight 4-3 Astros win over the 2008 champs.

How sweet it is! – And let’s not forget Hunter Pence either! “Mr. Enthusiasm” cranked a key double in yesterday’s game – and he also banged out three home runs in the Phillies series. There’s room to float hope again. We simply must have the patience as fans to go through a little (dirty word next) rebuilding with younger players to turn all this sweet stuff into the ingredients over time that bake into that long awaited cherry pie of a World Series championship. Anything less than a full understanding of that ancient Branch Rickey formula for big league baseball success will eventually burn the Astros at every further shortcut move they attempt to take.

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Check out our second photo from Monday on this one. I did see one thing yesterday that slightly rained on my indoors victory parade on Labor Day. A lot of you already know where I’m going with this point because of my constant references to it over the years. That is the inexcusable issue of fans interfering with fair balls hit down the line – or with balls hit to the outfield short of the rail or fences, where some fans reach over the rail or fences and above the field of play to try and catch the ball as a souvenir. Suddenly a long fly ball out becomes a home run. This tempting move happens most often  near the left field Crawford Boxes, but it happens in right field too.

Check out the two idiots in the photo trying to get their hands on Pence’s game-tying double in the 7th. As it turned out, they didn’t come close – and Pence did reach 2nd base, anyway, the same place he would’ve been had either fan managed to touch the ball on its clear flight down the right field line as a fair ball. The point is about what fan interference may often give or take away. Sometimes it will result in a player being given a double when he only would’ve had a single, had the fielder been allowed to deal with the ball and without obstruction. At other times, a crazy bounce in the corner may produce a triple that will then be reduced to a double by fan interference.

I say come down hard on these ball-chasing fools. Throw them out of the ballpark. I get why that doesn’t happen, but Mr. McLane would be doing the rest of us a big favor, if he would have them escorted out of the ballpark – even if they did fulfill Mr. McLane’s understandable fears and never come back. There are still quite a few of us who go to the games to watch baseball – not to watch ball chasers, tee shirts being shot into the stands with slingshots, or games of ring toss in the stands between innings. I could better tolerate the attention-span revival games for younger fans, if we could just get rid of the ball-chasing cretins who put themselves into the game by interfering with balls in play.

ASTROS 7 – PHILLIES 0: HOPE FLOATS!

September 5, 2009

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Friday, September 4, 2009 proved to be a night of reminders. Reminders of how much we all appeciate having three Astros reach the 300-career home run mark in the same season. Reminders of what it’s like to get timely team hitting and longball power working together for the sake of victory in the same game. Reminders of how much easier it is to win baseball games when your starting pitcher can throw 110 pitches over seven full innings against the defending World Champions while giving up no runs. Reminders that beyond-decent relief results over two innings of goose-egg work by two different pitchers in the same game is something we needed to have a lot more often in 2009. Reminders of decent, if not exceptional, defensive play in the field. Reminders of how much smarter the manager looks whwen everything comes together for a 7-0 victory to start off the long Labor Day Weekend!

Who could ask for anything more? Well, we, the fans, could. We could ask for more of what it takes to get the kind of results we saw last night at Minute Maid Park.  We’re just not going to see it often enough over the balance of this year to do the team any good in the current pennant race.  For one thing, Wandy Rodriguez or Roy Oswalt can’t pitch every game from here on out. For another, it’s way too late, except for the statistical posssibility that still flaps out there on the line  like a tattered rag of hope in the breeze of temporal despair. With 28 games left to play, the Astros are in 4th place in the National League Central and a full 15 games behind the division-leading St. Louis Cardinals. For yet another thing here, the Astros aren’t looking at a one off-season fix that is going to dig them out of the doldrums they’ve found as an older, probably overpaid legion of malaise-prone underachievers who give lip service only to all the right things people say about “team” as they take care of their own separate and individual businesses and generally take baseball coaching or advice from no one.

Maybe they do listen to Manager Cecil Cooper and his staff. How should I really know? I’m not there in the clubhouse with them. My thought are simply conjectural.

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All I really know is that we need more than two reliable starting pitchers – and that we don’t need any more end-of-the-line “Johnny Paychecks” whose best years are either behind them or now all gone. Those guys are good at selling general managers on hope from the past. i.e., “If I can recover from this injury, if I can be 80% of the pitcher I used to be, just look at the bargain you will be getting for the price I’m asking.”

Yeah. Right. And I’ve got some beachfront property on Bolivar that I want to sell you too. (Well, at least, it was on Bolivar. Most of it’s now located in Chambers County, but it offers a great view from Galveston Bay’s eastern shore.)

The second thing we don’t need are additional long term contracts for position players. These guys are another potential group of “Johnny Paycheck” performers. That’s about all I know on that one too. Again, what do I possibly know? Maybe guys with long-term money just get better with age.

I do think that the new attention-to-youth direction taken by Drayton McLane, Tal Smith, and Ed Wade toward rebuilding the farm system is the way to go. If we just develop a wide and deeply talented minor league personnel pipeline, the club will survive the loss of those few who eventually choose to go elsewhere and, if we can keep that system up and growing, the Houston Astros should remain consistently close to winning every season.

As for how we get this done, that has to be up to the people who know the baseball business from the inside out that Drayton McLane has hired to get the job done. Period.

Sidebar: Lance Berkman, Carlos Lee, and Ivan Rodriguez were all honored prior to Friday night’s game for having each hit their 300th career home runs during the 2009 season. Berkman;s totals, of course, have all been achived as an Astro; the totals for Lee and Rodriquez were attained with several teams; and Rodriquez is now departed from Houston and back with his original club, the Texas Rangers.

The beautiful artwork see below is the work of the magnificent sports artist, Opie Otterstad. Large framed copies were presented to bo both Berkman and Lee by Astros Baseball President Tal Smith and Astros General Manager Ed Wade prior to the game. What follows here are the front and back of an 8×10 copy handed out to fans at the gate.

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The achievement by the three Astros was a first. It is now the only instance in major league baseball history in which three players from the same club each it their 300th career home run for te same club during the same season. Ivan “Pudge” Rodriquez did it first, hitting his 300th off RHP of the Chicago Cubs at Wrigley Field on SUnday, May 17, 2009. Next came Lance Berkman, who parked his Number 300 homer off RHP Jon Garland of the Arizona Diamondbacks at Chase Field in Phoenix on Saturday, June 13, 2009. Finally came Carlos Lee, who blasted Homer # 300 of his career off RHP Claudio Vargas of the Milwaukee Brewers at Minute Mark on August 8, 2009. Congratulations to The Three Amigos for their monumental record accomplishment!

Have a nice and safe Labor Day Weekend, everybody!

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Red Munger: A Kid from the Houston East End!

August 20, 2009

Red Munger 01 We just returned last night from a two-day train trip to Lake Charles, but that’s a story for another day. This morning I want to tell you about another ex-Cardinal and former Buff pitcher who also just happened to be a good friend. His name was George “Red” Munger, a name that won’t be lost to the memories of anyone who was around during all those 1940s years of great Cardinal teams. Red Munger just happened to be a big part of that success. The native Houstonian and lifelong East Ender was smack dab in the middle of that zenith era in Cardinal history, even though he lost all of 1945 and most of the championship 1946 season to military service. Red still managed to return in time to make his own contributions to the Cardinals’ victory over the Boston Red Sox in the 1946 World Series.

George David “Red” Munger was born in Houston on October 4, 1918. Like most able bodied, athletically inclined  East Enders of his era, Red was drawn to sandlot and Houston youth organized baseball at an early age. I never asked Red if he made it  to the opening of Buff Stadium on April 11, 1928, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he did find a way to get in as a nine-year old baseball fanatic. He lived in the neighborhood and he was an avid Buffs fan long prior to his two short stints with the 1937 and 1938 Houston club.  Red also made it downtown as a young kid to old West End Park prior to the opening of Buff Stadium. The little I know today from years past about West End Park still comes mainly from what I was told by Red Munger and former Browns/Senators catcher Frank Mancuso. My regret is that I didn’t make a focused attempt in earlier years to drain their brains of all they each knew about the facts and lore of West End Park. Recording history gets a lot tougher once all the eye witnesses and other primary sources are gone.

Red Munger was signed by Fred Ankenman of the Houston Buffs as a BR/TR pitcher following his 1937 graduation from high school. The Buffs sent Red to New Iberia of the Evangeline League where he promptly racked up a 19-11 record with a 3.42 ERA in his first season of professional ball. Red finished the ’37 season with Houston, posting no record and a 2.45 ERA in limited work. 1938 found Red back at New Iberia, where his 10-6 record quickly earned him a second promotion to the higher level Buffs club.  Munger only posted a 2-5 mark for the ’38 Buffs, but his improvement over the next four seasons at Asheville (16-13), Sacramento (9-14) (17-16) and Columbus, Oho (16-13) finally earned him a shot the withthe  big club.  Red went 9-5 with a 3.95 ERA at St. Louis in 1943; he then went 11-3, with an incredible 1.34 ERA with the 1944 Cardinals.

Red Munger’s 1944 success earned him a place on the National League All Star team, but before he got to play, he was called up and inducted into the army for military service. RedRed Munger 02 achieved some great, but unsurprising success in service baseball. He was just too good for the competition he faced at that rank amateur level. Once Red obtained his second lieutenant’s commission and was assigned to developing the baseball program at his base in Germany, he just stopped playing in favor of full time teaching. He even said that he had no heart for pitching or hitting against competitors who were too young, too green, and too unable to compete against him.

Red returned from the service in late 1946, just in time to pitch a few innings in the late season and to throw a complete game win over Boston at Fenway Park in Game Four of the World Series. The 12-3 Cardinal victoy tied the Series at 2-2 in games as Munger also benefitted from a twenty hit Cardinal attack on Red Sox pitching. Over the next five seasons with the Cardinals, Red posted two outstanding years in 1947 (16-5, 3.37) and 1949 (15-8, 3.88). His other years were fairly mediocre. The nadir in Red Munger’s career came falling down upon him in 1952. He was dealt to the Pittsburgh Piartes and his combined record with St. Louis and Pittsburgh was 0-4 with a 7.92 balloon-level ERA for the year.

Red would have one more year in the majors in 1956 when, after returning from Hollywood of the Pacific Coast League after four seasons, he went 3-4 with a 4.04 ERA for the Pirates. Munger had earned his way back with a 23-8, 1.85 ERA mark at Hollywood in 1955. After two more piddling years in the minors, Red Munger retired after the 1958 season and closed the door on a twenty year playing career. He left beind a respectable major league mark of 77-56 with an ERA of 3.83. All told, Red Munger pitched for twenty seasons from 1937 to 1958.

Red Munger 04 After baseball, Red Munger worked as  a minor league pitching coach and also as a private investigator for the Pinkerton agency. He later developed diabetes and passed away from us on July 23, 1996 at age 77. I took that last picture of him in the 1946 Cardinals replica cap on a visit to his home, about two weeks before he died. Red gave me that cap that he wore in the picture at left on the same day. I have treasured it ever since.

Red was generous to a fault. I never accepted any of his offered gifts of authentic artifacts, but strangers to the man were not as kind. I advised Red to save his things for family and history, but Red had a mind and heart all his own. One time a guy came to interview Red a single time. In the process, Red warmed up to the guy and offered the man his 1938 Buffs uniform, which he somehow managed to have kept for all those years. The man took it and was never seen again. I think that stung Red pretty deeply.

Red loved talking about the everyday action of life in the big leagues. His stories go way beyond the scope of a single blog article. One of his early “edge” lessons came from Warren Spahn. “We were up in Boston, playing the Braves,” Red drolled, “and old Spahn was pitching against me. He was doing so well that I decided to pay closer attention to his mechanics. It didn’t take me long to find the source of his ‘edge’ because I was looking for it when no else, even the umpires,  apparently weren’t. What Spahnie was doing was gradually covering the pitching rubber with that black dirt they used to have on their mound at Braves Field. Once that was done, he would simply start his windup about one foot closer to the plate. With good control, a pitcher becomes much more effective at 59 feet six inches than he is at sixty feet six inches. I know. I tried it after watching Spahn do it. For me, it was good enough to produce a win. No, I never talked about it with Spahn, but I feel sure he knew what I was doing too. We both had a reason to keep our mouths shut, now didn’t we?”

Red Munger 03Red Munger enjoyed watching position players with strong arms and then imagining how effective they might be as pitchers. His favorite subject that last summer of 1996 was Ken Caminiti – and this was long before all the disclosures about Ken’s mind-altering and performace-enhancing drug abuse. Red Munger just liked the man as a gifted athlete. Caminiti fit the bill on what Red Munger was looking for in pitching potential. “Give me a guy with a strong arm and I can probably teach him the other things he needs to know about pitching. I can’t teach a guy how to have a strong arm – and as far as I can see,  no one else can do that either beyond telling him to work out and hope for the best. As far as I’m concerned in the matter of good arms, you’ve either  got one or you don’t.”

Red Munger didn’t live long enough to see the steroid era coming, but I think I can tell you this much: He would not have liked it at all. Red Munger may have taken the “Spahn Edge” on that mound dirt in Boston, but he honestly believed that baseball was a game to be played with the natural abilities that came to a player at birth. I asked him about the use of alcohol and stimulants like amphetamines once. “A lot of people drank back in my time, but beer or booze never made anybody a better pitcher. As for the use of drugs, we didn’t have that kind of stuff going on in my day. We just got out there and played the game with what the God Lord gave us through Mother Nature. If that wasn’t good enough, a player had to start looking for another line of work.”

Recreationally, Red used to say that he enjoyed Crosley Field as one of his favorite ballparks. “My liking of the place had nothing to do with me pitching better there.” Red stressed. “I just liked watching old Hank Sauer of the Reds running up that hill in left field, trying to catch a fly ball without falling down.”

Red Munger would have loved Minute Maid Park!

Howie Pollet: One of Those Rickey Melons!

August 17, 2009

HB 003 HOWIE POLLET 2From the late 1920s through the early 1950s, the St. Louis Cardinals operated a farm system that pretty much resembled the good  and growing business of a fabled Hempstead, Texas watermelon grower. – Everything they harvested came out tasting sweet – with very little hassle from unwanted seeds.

Such a melon was a a tall and slim lefthanded pitcher from New Orleeans named Howard Joseph “Howie” Pollet. This guy’s work and production were as sweet as they came. Starting out with the New Iberia Cardinals of the Class D Evangeline League in 1939, Pollet was only age 17 on Opening Day. He didn’t hit age 18 until June 26th, but age didn’t matter. Howie rolled through his first season of competition against other kids and many older men by posting a 14-5 record with an ERA of 2.37. This young melon came cooled. And he was good enough to spend the end of the season with the then Class A1 Houston Buffaloes of the Texas League, posting a 1-1 mark and a 4.67 ERA.

The 19-year old second year version of Howie Pollet pitched the whole season with Houston, registering a 20-7 record with an outstanding ERA of 2.88. Under future Cardinals mentor Eddie Dyer, the 1940 Buffs won the Texas League straightaway championship in a 16-game lead runaway from second place San Antonio. Houston then won the Shaughnessy Playoff before bowing to the Nashville Vols, 4 games to 1, in the Dixie Series.

HB 003 HOWIE POLLET Back with Houston in 1941, the now 20-year old lefty showed that he had little left to prove in the minor leagues, even at his still tender age.  In 1941, Pollet posted a 20-3 record for the Buffs and a league leading  ERA of  only 1.16. In all of Texas League history through 2008, only Walt Dickson’s 1.06 ERA, also posted with Houston back in 1916, beats the 1941 mark of Howie Pollet. Pollet also led the Texas League in strikeouts in 1941 with 151. The Buffs again won the Texas League straightaway race, this time by 16.5 games, but they lost in the first round of the playoffs for the Texas League pennant.

No matter what, Howie Pollet’s minor league days were done after 1941. Pollet finished that season in St. Louis, going 5-2 with a 1.93 ERA for the parent Cardinals. Howie spent the next two “war seasons” of 1942-43 going 15-9 over both seasons. His 1.75 ERA in 1943, however, still led the National League. Pollet then spent 1944-45 in the military service, coming back in 1946 in time to go 21-10 with a second league leading 2.10 ERA title. Pollet was 0-1 in two games of the 1946 World Series, but he wasn’t the only melon in the patch. The Cardinals still won the sweet taste of a world championship.

After a couple of mediocre years in 1947-48, Howie Pollet revved it up again in 1949, going 20-9 with a 2.77 ERA in 1949. He then fell back to 14-13 in 1950.

On June 15, 1951, Howie Pollet was traded to the Pittsburgh Pirates with Bill Howerton, Ted Wilks, Joe Garagiola, and Dick Cole in exchange for lefty pitcher Cliff Chambers and outfielder Wally Westlake. A couple of years later, the Pirates would deal Pollet to the Chicago Cubs. Howie would return to finish his career in Pittsburgh in 1956. His 0-4 mark with the Buccos in ’56 convinced him to hang ’em up. He finished a 14-season MLB career with a record of 131 wins, 116 losses, ann ERA of 3.51 over 2,107.1 innings of big league action, and 934 strikeouts to 745 walks. Howie Pollet never blossomed into the territory of sustained greatness that most people predicted for him, but when he was good and really on his game, he had the kind of stuff that placed him way up there among the best of all time. He spent his last two seasons working out of the pen.

PolletHoward473.84_HS_CSUAfter baseball, Howie Pollet returned to his adopted home of Houston and went into the insurance business with his former Buffs and Cardinals manager, Eddie Dyer. He even returned to baseball one year to serve as pitching coach for the Houston Astros. He was only age 53 when he died of cancer in 1974. Sometimes the good guys who arrive early also make an early exit. Baseball and Houston were the poorer from the early passing of the great Howie Pollet, but we’re glad we had him while we did.

Minute Maid Park: Making the Case for Character and Tradition.

August 10, 2009

Minute Maid Park 3 Ten seasons deep into its life as a baseball venue, the place that began as Enron Field at Union Station before its reputationally redemptive  transformation into Astros Park, and then Minute Maid Park,  is alive and well – and building surface patina by the layers-worth on its quirkiness as yet another one-of–a-kind home to Houston baseball. That tradition of uniqueness in Houston is steeped in the six major parks that have served as home to our professional baseball warriors since 1888.

1) Houston Base Ball Park (1888-1906). The forerunner of West End Park at 601 Andrews Street and Smith Avenue, south across the street from the lustre of local history that is Antioch Baptist Church, HBBP is about 90% certainly the same forerunner site of the 2,500 seat ballpark that followed it in service. HBBP seated about 300 people on wooden bench stands, but it offered few amenities we see as necessary today for enjoyment at the game. The problem for research here is nailing down something from one of the agate-type newspaper stories of its time that clearly notes its location beyond doubt. From my research of the real estate plattes from that era, I cannot see any other place in the near downtown area that would have served its purpose as well as the long open field on Andrews. That site is now part of the Allen Center, but no city plaque exists to mark it as the cradle of Houston’r professional baseball history. (Houston real-time base ball birth goes back to April 1861, when the first Houston Base Ball Club was formed in the room above J.H. Evans’s Store on Market Square. As soon as we are able to confirm the precise location of Mr. Evans’s Store, we will be able to petition the City of Houston to mark that spot too as the real birth site of baseball in Houston.

West End Park 2) West End Park (1907-1927). For twenty-one seasons, for sure, the 2,500 seat wooden grandstand ballpark near downtown served as the home of the Houston Buffaloes of the Texas League. Rookie Buffs center fielder Tris Speaker helped cristen the place in 1907 with some dazzling play in the cavernous outfield while also leading the Texas League in hitting that year with a .314 batting average. During this same two-decade period, a young man from Austin named Fred Ankenman gradually took over running the Buffalo stampede into local hearts as chief executive under local ownership and later as President under the club’s ownership from the early 1920s by the major league St. Louis Cardinals. West End Park was a nice place, but it was never big enough to house the future plans of the fellow that ran the Cardinal operation – a fellow named Branch Rickey, the man who served as the genius of minor league farm team design and hands-on micromanager of all moves pertaining to Cardinals baseball. After the Cards won their first World Series over the New York Yankees in 1926, Rickey and Ankenman acquired a parcel of land on the rail lines that flowed east from downtown Houston. They built a $400,000 jewel of a ballpark on what was then called St. Bernard Avenue. That street later was renamed as Cullen Boulevard. The ballpark they built there was christened as Buffalo Stadium on April  11. 1928. Ironically, Union Station, at the corner of Texas and Crawford, was one of the principle places that fans caught the trains and street cars for transportation in the afternoons to Buffalo Stadium on game days.

Buff Stadium Mural 3) Buffalo/Buff Stadium (1928-1952); Busch Stadium (1953-1961). Subtract the three lost years in which the Texas League was closed down during World War II (1943-45) and “Buff Stadium” was home to Houston baseball for 31 active seasons from 1928 to 1961. I’m, of course, absorbing those few final seasons in which the place was technically renamed as “Busch Stadium” into that figure. Most of us diehard Buff fans never accepted that name change in the first place.

Seating 8,000 people originally, Buff Stadium eventually expanded down the left field line  to handle as many as 11,000 seated fans – with a total gate potential of over 13,000 when the outfields were roped off to accomodate a standing room only crowd. A 1951 spring exhibition game betwen the Buffs and the New York Yankees with DiMaggio and Mantle playing in the same outifield drew well over 13,000 – and that standing-in-left-center-field gate inscluding my dad, my brother, my best pal, and me. The pictures in my mind from that day still cry out for development. I shall forever regret not having my camera with me on that storybook day.

colt stadium 4) Colt Stadium (1962-64). It was never intended as anything more than service as a temporary home for Houston’sn new major league club, the Colt .45’s – and it’s just as well. The place that many of fans called “The Skillet” was tough enough during the work week night games, when Houston’s vampire squad mosquitoes feasted upon this congregation of human flesh and blood, but it was worse than Dante’s Inferno on weekends under the direct fiery blaze of the sun. With no overhead protection, and with the surrounding parking cement reflecting all that heat back up into the humidor-like confines of Colt Stadium, people dropped like flies at daytime weekend games. For those conditions, the short-lived Colt Stadium earned a place in baseball history. It forced the ball club to seek permission for night baseball on Sundays, something that had been unheard of previously due to all the blue law notions about the role of baseball on the Lord’s Day, anyway. Attedance at Sunday night games in Houston was so improved that it led to other clubs playing games at that night time slot also. It wasn’t long before televised Sunday Night Baseball became a fixture among the viewing habits of fans.

We have Colt Stadium to thank for that little ripple on the wall of history.

astrodome 5) The Astrodome (1965-1999). Judge Roy Hofheinz dubbed it as ” the eighth wonder of the world” once he renamed the Harris County Domed Stadium as “The Astrodome” – the new home of the newly renamed Houston Astros. Looking back now, I have to admit to something that I think almost all of us experienced back then in those more innocent and  far less jaded days of big change. – The idea of a domed stadium just blew us all away. We could not  imagine any ballpark that could be built to protect the game from weather – that wouldn’t also interfere with the flight of most high-arching fly balls.

As it turned out, it wasn’t fly balls hitting the roof that presented a problem. It was the outfielders being able to see fly balls as they flew into the camaflauge of the ceiling beams and roof-side window lights that was their new background. You hard core fans know the rest of this story. The Astros painted the ceiling windows to make it easier for fielders to see the flight of high batted fly balls. That action killed the grass and led to the introduction a new articial surface material called Astroturf –  and many other changes from that point forward.

For, at least, the third new stadium in a row, Houston had produced venues that led to broader change; Buff Stadium became the model for the construction of upscale ballparks in minor league cities; Colt Stadium led to Sunday Night Baseball; and the Astrodome led both baseball and football to the use of Astroturf as a field covering.

Unfortunately, the Astrodome also became the “cookie-cutter” model for multi-purpose venues that would principally serve as home to both baseball and football as a cost-reducing incentive on the side of promoting public support for professional sports. Similarly dimensioned stadiums soon opened in St. Louis, Pittsburgh, Philadelphia, and Cincinnati. None of these other places had roofs, but New Orleans soon enough built a second domed stadium for football that vould have been used for baseball too, if the city had possessed a big league club.

Minute Maid Park 11 tals hill

6) Minute Maid Park, 2000-2009 & Counting. Our current downtown ballpark represents Houston’s commitment to the retropark, baseball only, or principally baseball, movement that began in Baltimore during the early 1990s. As such, MMP came to life bearing certain quirky features of three great ballparks from baseball’s early years. I like them all, but let’s parade them out there for those who may not have noticed the lineage on these particular features. (a) The Polo Grounds: Although the dimsensions of MMP are not as extreme, the short porches on the foul lines and the deep center field distance is remindful of the much steeper rectangle that governed the flight of baseballs in the old Polo Grounds in upper Manhattan. Many people who quickly notice the short distance down the line at MMP are not so quick to note that dead center in MMP is 35 feet further away than it was at the Astrodome. (b) Fenway Park: The distance down the left field line at MMP is the same 315 feet that governs the same area at Fenway Park in Boston. We don’t have a “Green Monster” wall in left, but we do have a pretty tall manual scoreboard there (another retro feature that makes playing the ball off the wall) anything but routine. That “Crawford Boxes” seating area has become one of the great places to watch baseball too. I’ll take it over the cookie-cutter wall and seating area in left field at the Astrosome any day of the week. (c) Crosley Field. We have Astros President of Baseball Operations Tal Smith to thank for the elevaed hill shown in the picture at left. “Tals Hill,” as its aptly called, is a double throwback to a feature that had been built into Crosley Field (then known as Redland Field) when it was built in 1912. Instead of leveling the field up to street height when they finsished the field, they simply covered the last few feet as a gradually climbing, fifteen degree incline to the street. Someone back there saw one of two advantages to this feature. In the days prior to warning tracks, the incline gave fielders a buit in message that they were nearing collision with a fence. The second use of the hil was to provide graduating sight lines for fans standing in the outfield during SRO games. Tal remembered the left field hill feature from his early days with the Reds organization and spoke out in favor of its inclusion in the new Houston ballpark. Thank goodness, he did. The Hill – and the on-the-field flagpole that Tal also suggested – are two of the most enjoyable features at Minute Maid Park. In the decade they have been in place, they have ended no careers – and they have produced some of the best catches we’ve ever seen.

Bill McCurdyMinute Maid Park is a monument to baseball uniqueness among all other sports. As many fine writers have pointed out, ad nauseum, baseball isn’t controlled by the clock. Theoretically, a game could go on from here to eternity, if the score remains tied at the end of each full inning. It also doesn’t play out on an even gridiron, as does football. Baseball plays out on whatever field fits the reality of the community it serves – and you cannot blame your losses on the field of battle – unless you are just a loser looking for another easy excuse for your own failures.

For example, in one of my last years of adolescent baseball glory, I played a number of games in a center field area that I shared with a pretty good sized oak tree. I’d like to blame the oak tree for my lack of success that season, but I cannot.  The oak tree had no surprisingly agile moves out there in deep center. Unfortunately, neither did I.

First Annual Knuckle Ball Is A Pitch for Life!

August 2, 2009

AKB 001 The Ist Annual Knuckle Ball, a full dress benefit banquet established by the Joe Niekro Foundation to raise money for aneurysm research at Methodist Hospital in Houston, took place as scheduled on Friday night, July 31st, at Minute Maid Park. The gala dinner featured both a silent auction that filled the entire Union Station rotunda – and a live auction conducted by Stephen Lewis during the dinner itself.

With Hall of Famer Joe Morgan serving as master of ceremonies, the attending guest list read like the Who’s Who of baseball – and with a pretty good taste of some big lights in the sports of football, basketball, and soccer making roll call too. For an effort started by a great boost of energy and intelligence from  Joe’s daughter, Natalie Niekro, the program unfolded as an equal tribute to both Joe ad Natalie. It took all of the Niekro family intelligence and determination, clicking on all cylinders, to come off as well as it did – and it came off very, very well.

In addition to Joe Morgan, other Baseball Hall of Famers on hand included Joe’s brother Phil Niekro, of course, Sparky Anderson, Bob Feller, Robin Roberts, and Ozzie Smith. (Forgive me if I left anyone out.) The list of famous former Houston Astros was equally impressive, but here’s where I know I’m going to miss some names. There were just too many former Colt .45’s and Astros circulating among the crowd of several hundred people who came on this special night for absolute certainty here, but this is my humble  list of countable people: Kevin Bass, Dave Bergman, Enos Cabell, Larry Dierker, Phil Garner, Ed Herrmann, Art Howe, Craig Reynolds, Joe Sambito, Mike Scott, Bill Virdon, Carl Warwick, and Jimmy Wynn. And that Astros list is expanded importantly too by the additions of Owner/CEO Drayton McLane, Baseball President Tal Smith, Business President Pam Gardner, General Manager Ed Wade, and longtime loyal Astros employee Judy Veno. Longtime media folks like Kenny Hand and Gina Gaston of Channel 13 were also present, as were Jo Russell, the widow of former Buffs President Allen Russell, Larry Dluhy of the Texas Baseball Hall of Fame, and spiritual writer and teacher Marie Wynn. Other sport icons in attendance inluded former Houston Rocket and Basketball Hall of Famer Elvin Hayes, former Houston Rocket star Mario Elle, former Houston Oiler quarterback Dan Pastorini, and former Oiler quarterback Oliver Luck, who now also happens to be President of the Houston Dynamo, the city’s first serious venture into the world of professional soccer. Former Pirate-Tiger Jim Foor and his terrrific wife Sandy Foor were also present to make everything shine all the more. Jim and Sandy have both logged time as playing members of our Houston Babies vintage base ball club as charter members of the 21st century edition of Houston’s 1888 original pro club. Other Babies players in attendance included Jimmy Disch, Scott Disch, Matt Moak, Logan Greer, and yours truly, Bill McCurdy, the Babies General Manager. – Satch and Lynn Davidson also were on hand. Satch Davidson is a former National League umpire and a member of the Texas Baseball Hall of Fame; Lynn Davidson, of course,  is the well-known and respected Houston pet bereavement professional.

The reception began officially at 6:36 PM. The past normal time start was done to (1) highlight Joe Niekro’s  uniform number as an Astro; and (2) to also make the point that it is now past time, via Joe’s decesased status, to consider retiring his Houston uniform  number 36 from all service use by any future Astros. Among all his many accomplishments in baseball, Joe Niekro has held onto one very special record in Houston MLB franchise history. – With 144 wins in Houston, Joe Niekro has the most career victories as a Houston big league pitcher – and he has held that record since 1985, when he passed Larry Dierker for that distinction. Dierker remains second to Niekro in career Houston wins with 137, but current Astro ace Roy Oswalt (with 135 wins) is on course to pass both Dierker and Niekro sometime in the 2010 season, barring, heaven forbid, any further complications that may linger into 2010 from his current disk troubles. One thing this likely means is that Joe Niekro most probably will have surrendered a great Houston record next season  – but only after holding onto it for a quarter century (1985-2010).

Thousands of us ancient fans of both Joe Niekro and the Astros think it’s high time now to honor the man for all he has meant and continues to mean to this  franchise and the quality of life in Houston. The Joe Niekro Foundation and the Knuckle Ball stand tall as living proof of the Nielro family commitment to Houston. Let’s retire # 36 at Minute Maid Park in Joe Niekro’s honor during the time, or coincidant with the time, that current pitching star Roy Oswalt closes in and becomes the new record-holder next season. Such a ceremony at MMP will pack the house – and rightly so.  I cannot think of another move the Astros could make in this area that would be more deservedly supported by the fans. As a man of performace and character, no one else out there on the cusp of  receiving this special club action of honor holds even a small candle to Joe Niekro as an equally deserving recipient. – That grail belongs to Joe Niekro.  – So, let’s give it to him – and by no later than 2010, please. It’s the intelligent, tuned-in, right thing to do.

Til then, the music plays on, – and there were all kinds of musically soaring spirits going on at Friday night’s electric Knuckle Ball. The Houston Astros are to be congratulated for lending their magnificent facilities to the cause as the most fitting venue for this banquet celebration of Joe Niekro’s life. Everything that everyone saw and experienced on the broad ban of things worked out beautifully. Special applause goes out to Drayton McLane in this regard too. The man’s support of things that are good for Houston fly too far beneath the radar. It is time that people started recognizing that we have a club owner in Houston who shows his caring for happens in this community in ways that count. I’ll start the line here by saying, “Thank you, Drayton! You are, without a doubt,  the good man that your daddy raised you to be – and we appreciate you! The Knuckle Ball could not have succeeded on its high level this first year, and under these economic conditions, had it not been for you and your people. – Houston thanks you!”

The evening program following the reception began with a delicious meal and a heartwarmig welcome and explanation from Natalie Niekro about how the Joe Niekro Foundation and the Knuckle Ball came to be as a “Pitch for Life” against the sudden silent killer that is aneurysm. Natalie was followed  by one of  her dad’s former Astros teammates, Enos Cabell, who spoke of what it meant personally to have known Joe Niekro as a fellow player and friend.

I shared a table with several wonderfully knowledgeable  Houston people, including Hal Finberg and Marc Melcher of the Global Wealth Management, Merrill Lynch team. Hal kept us posted at the banquet on the Astros@Cardinals scores from St. Louis, and Marc shared some interesting news of the Heritage Society’s plans to stage a major show next year on the history of baseball in Houston. Marc Melcher serves on their board. Hmmm! I wonder if I know of anyone who might enjoy getting involved in that project? – Now, how in the world did Marc and I happen to find ourselves seated next to each other by “accident?”

The old age jokes were flying high in my neighborhood on Friday night. Jim Foor enjoyed introducing me as the original and only General Manager of the Houston Babies. – The Babies played their first game on March 6, 1888! – Later on, Dave Bergman and Ed Herrmann stopped by to speak with me as we were waiting on our cars in the valet parking pickup line. They each wanted to tell me how much they enjoyed my poem about Joe Niekro, but Ed Herrmann acted as though he didn’t expect to be remembered. “I remember you, Ed,” I said. “You were a catcher.” Herrmann got this stunned look on his face as I said these words, but before either of us could speak again, former first baseman Bergman chirped in with, “See there, Ed! I told you if you just came with me tonight that we’d eventually run into somebody who was old enough to remember you!”

What great fun we all had – and all for a worthy cause too!

Music at the end of the evening’s program was provided by Grammy Award Country Music Artist Collin Raye.

My role on this magic Friday was to recite a poem that I had written about Joe Niekro and the new Knuckle Ball purpose. I was there by special invitation from Ms. Niekro. Although I did not read the title on Friday night, I’m calling this piece “A Pitch for Life Against Sudden Death.” I’m just happy that I was able to get through my recitation without tongue-tripping over my own material before this once-in-a-lifetime audience. Here’s the copy – without the spoken voice breaks and pauses that breathe it completely into life:

AKB 003 Born in Martins Ferry – in the fall of ’44, Joe and Brother Phil – were the knuckler’s paramour! – They wound their way through baseball, vexing hitters all the same – From Mendoza’s line to Da Vinci’s circle, the knuckler was to blame!

A batter couldn’t hit a pitch that floated, dipped, and dove. – He simply left his hopes stillborn, back on the old hot stove. – The Niekros didn’t waver; their pitches danced and sang. – They stung their foes with K’s and woes; the victory bell they rang!

Three-hundred Eighteen wins for Phil; Two Twenty-One for Joe!  – Phil found his way to Cooperstown; Joe’s glory came too, you know! – In 2005, Joe Niekro, – for his Astros heart, so game, – Was proudly too inducted by the Texas Hall of Fame!

And when we lost sweet Joseph – in October of ’06, – There were no words to heal the shock of a loss that so transfixed, – Our attention to the cause of loss – aneurysm was its name, – And wiping out that assassin is the Knuckle Ball’s lone game!

And as we think of Joseph now – as we surely always will, – We shall always think of him and Phil – and all they did to thrill, – The hearts of baseball fantasy – that rode the knuckler wave, – One as a loyal Astro – the other as a mighty Brave!

And as we say hello again to a baseball summer night, – We shall not see a sky with stars that does not soon invite, – All our fondest memories of the knuckler – and the man, – Ascending all around us! – Count the diamonds, if you can!

AKB 004 Go forth, Joeseph Niekro, through the heavens afar! – Throw your tantalizing knuckler, so we’ll know where you are! – And, on some summer night soon, across a sky, black as tar, – We shall find you fluttering wobblers, striking out a shooting star!

And every time we find you again, our prayer shall be simple, but true: – “Lead us in the Knuckle Ball pitch, Joe, for an answer to aneurysm too!” – The silent monster must be slain; the resident villain must be banned! – We shall not rest until the day – there are cures for the evil at hand!

So, go forth for us all, Joe Niekro, through the infinite heavens afar! – Throw your tantalizing knuckler again, so we’ll know where you are! – And on some summer night soon, across a sky pitch-black as tar, – We shall find you fluttering wobblers, striking out a shooting star!

We can do it with your help, Joe! – You’re pitching in the Bigger League now!


History of Houston Baseball Team Nicknames!

July 29, 2009

Mud Cats

When it comes down to baseball team nicknames, we weren’t always the Astros in Houston. Going all the way back to 1867, Houston baseball has been represented on all the various levels of competition by at least thirteen different identities – and these are simply the ones we are able to uncover with a little easy, but broadscale research smf dome “count ’em on my fingers” match. (Thirteen is the figure I got for a total after adding up all, but one of the bold type nicknames that follow in this post.)

The Houston Stonewalls are our first nickname reference. Hot on the heels of the recently concluded Civil War, the 1867 Stonewalls took their name in honor of former Confederate General Stonewall Jackson only two years after the conclusion of the war between the states, ths contributing to the idea that Houston discovered “base ball” through its association with Unionists in Prisoner-of-War camps. Not so. Remember? You’ve heard it from several times over st the old Chron.Com site: The first Houston Base Ball Club was formed at a meeting above J.H. Evans’ store on Market Square in downtown Houston on April 16, 1861. That foundation was poured only weeks after Texas already had seceded from the Union, but it happened so near the advent of conflict that base ball would have to wait until the war was done to get rolling locally. When it did, the Houston Stonewalls went into action on San Jacinto Day, April 21, 1867 and defeated the Galveston Roberts E. Lees by the runaway tally of 35-2. Yep. The Galveston nickname also helped cement the wrong understanding about when and how baseball first came to the greater Houston area. I’m not saying that no Houstonians first learned of baseball through their Civil War experiences. I am saying that we have the evidence that proves the formation of base ball activity in Houston prior to the outbreak of Civil War conflict.

Our next notable nickname came about on March 6, 1888, when the newly formed Houston Babies, the first fully professional club representing our city took the field downtown at the Houston Base Ball Park to engage the Cincinnati Red Stockings in the first local representation of our city’s name in this new venture. Team nicknames held as much permanence as a men’s dress shirt back in the 19th century. The “Houstons” simply acquired theirs by being the last club to formally sign up as a member of the brand new Texas League in its inaugural 1888 season. Hence, people in the media hooked the locals with the quickly unpopular nickname of the Houston Babies. The Babies had every reason to cry in that first game as the Cincinnatis walloped them, 22-3, and the Babies added thirteen errors, six alone by pitcher Tim Flood,  to their first professional effort.

It didn’t take long for the 1888 Babies roster to rebel against their idenity with infancy. Things were fairly literal back in those days too. So, the Houston players looked down at their solid red stockings and somebody said aloud, with a smile and a finger snap too, little doubt: “Say! Why don’t we call ourselves the Red Stockings?” They played the rest, and the bulk, of their first professional season as the Houston Red Stockings, also, I feel sure, in some unconscious referential tribute to the Ohio team that whacked them at the start.

1889 was another uniform shirt-change year. The 1889 Houston Mud Cats captured the city’s first professional championship by capturing the Texas League crown under the field leadership of Big John McCloskey, the man remembered today as the “Father of the Texas League.” The Mud Cats were declared the league champion after collapsing under financial pressure in August, but only a mere three days prior to the day the whole league folded too. As the old saying goes, you can’t sing your way to the bank without any “do re mi” on hand, and the early professionals of Texas baseball suffered painfully through the dollar version of tonsillitis.

The 1895 Houston Magnolias had a mediocre season, but the 1896 Mags took the pennant of a league that now calling itself the Texas-Southern League. Apparently, Magnolia bloom and die. Without further research and discovery, I can offer no evidence of the Magnolia going foward as a Houston team nickname beyond their championship season.

The Houston Buffalos appear for the first time in 1903, when the city fields a mediocre team in the South Texas League. The nickname resurfaces in 1905-06, when the club is still a member of the South Texas League. For the first time, the city has a nickname that is strongly connected to the city. Buffalo Bayou is the principal waterway among several similar flowing streams that thread their way through Houston. Running through downtown Houston and very near the original venue for games, Buffalo Bayou personalizes the nickname identity of the club with the image of the city. Once the club returns for its long engagement in the Texas League (1907-1958), it remains the Houston Buffalos/Buffaloes/Buffs through the crack of minor league doom in Houston – and that includes the final three years of the Houstons Buffs as members of the American Association (1959-61).

In 1904, the Houston Wanderers of the same South Texas League take the field under manager Claude Reilly. Of interest is the fact the club is so-called in honor of their 1903 manager, Wade Moore, and a brief time then they were informally known as “Wade’s Wanderers” from Houston. We’ll count Wanderers as one nickname of its own, but we shall respect the rights of all who care to spend energy on making a case for two separate nicknames in this instance.

From 1924 through 1958, minor Negro League baseball thrives in Houston through one club and a two-nickname history. Houstonians John and James Liuzza establish and run a black baseball club that starts out as the Houston Monarchs and then transforms into the Houston Black Buffs. Over this entire period, Arthur Lee Williams is the lone manager in the club’s long history. The club collapses from a decline of interest in Negro League ball that bombs attendance after integration changes the face of all organized baseball.

Speaking of the Negro League declining years, the 1949-50 Houston Eagles are the death rattle editions of the proud Negro League major level club that once represnted the City of Newark, New Jersey. They ived here long enough to give us another local nickname for our tt board.

Of course, our city went into the major leagues as the Houston Colt .45s in 1962, but that identity was changed in 1965 when Judge Roy Hofheinz of the Houston Sports Association changed their identity to match up with the new space theme he was building around the new world’s first domed stadium. The Houston Astros would play in the Astrodome from 1965 through 1999. The same ongoing Astros (by nickname, at least)  have continued to play forward in the National League from 2000 through the present time, 2009, at the downtown venue now known as Minute Maid Park.

One more name deserves placement on this list.  Since 1947, and taking nothing away from the fine national championship  program at Rice University, the University of Houston has also represented our proud city name literally. Playing all these years under only four head coaches (Lovette Hill, 1947-1970; Rolan Walton, 1971-1986; Bragg Stockton, 1987-1993; and Raynor Noble, 1994-2009 & counting). The Houston Cougars have also made several trips to the College World Series bearing our beloved identity as “Houston” in blood red letters across their uniform breasts. When they started the UH baseball program in 1947, they also shared Buff Stadium as their home park with the Dixie Series Championship club that was building on that same site with the Houston Buffs. If that combination of qualifiers doesn’t get the Cougars on this list, nothing else should. Also of sidebar note here is that one of the UH  Cougars’ first ballplayers back in 1947, pitcher Bill Henry, by name, was the first UH alumnus to then go forward to a successful major league career.

What’s in a baseball team nickname? Now I’m thinking again of a more recent product of Houston Astros in search of an answer. And here it is: Sometimes it’s simply  a ball club that can win games in the most exciting of ways. Maybe we should have counted the “Killer Bees” among our favorite Houston formal team nickname sobriquets!