November 2009

Elect A New System

I got asked a lot about the contrasts between sports and politics. Here's one hard-to-believe truth: the elections are far more screwed up in sports.

Just when I thought a baseball vote could no longer surprise me, The Writers' Association manages to confer the Cy Young Award on the guy who got the second most first-place votes. Now, I've seen a lot of screwy elections in politics, but a system which is designed to permit this to happen would never last in a democracy (or anything close to it).

I say this as a supporter of Tim Lincecum for the award: look, this is simple. Why is this archaic "top three vote getters" method still in use? Is there a particular reason each voter is not asked for a selection, and then the winner - you know - wins? Where if there is a tie, either you leave it as such and give out two awards, or perhaps you hold a run-off among the electors?

The "top three" is a variation of the older long-sheet ballots the writers began using in the '30s when they took over the MVP voting, and a cousin to the ludicrous Hall of Fame ballots. They date to a time of inferior communications where the practicality of a run-off vote was far lower. They are anachronisms, and they produce shoddy results like this one.

The Hall of Fame, obviously, should just be an up-or-down vote on each nominee, not another top ten list and percentage thresholds. The NFL has this system down: its voters convene and argue their votes, and then reach consensus.

Even that kind of system is not fool-proof. There is the story of Rick Ferrell, the long-time executive of the Detroit Tigers and, before that, long-time slightly-above-average Hall of Famer. For years, the voters on the Veterans' Committee would sit around and talk through - and even choreograph - their voting. They'd pay tribute to this beloved figure by throwing him "courtesy votes," so when the balloting was completed they could truthfully say "You got three, you needed six, maybe next year, Old Sport." One year signals were supposedly crossed and twice as many guys thought they were supposed to give Rick his courtesy votes  and instead of three, he got six - and a man who hit .281, caught for eighteen years without ever backstopping a pennant-winner, and was out-homered by his pitcher/brother - got elected. Or so the story goes (those vote numbers are pulled out of thin air, incidentally).

Still, any method that permits the runner-up to win because of how few runner-up votes the leader got (Lincecum 2009), while not precluding a tie (Hernandez and Stargell, 1979), and still permits personal pique to decide (1947: one voter leaves Williams off the ballot and three leave off DiMaggio), has got to be improved upon.

Maybe the writers could leave a phone number at which they could be reached to cast a run-off ballot in the event of a tie. If that's not too much trouble.

Recommended Reading: Nellie King

People will little note nor long remember what Steven Jackson did pitching in relief last season for the Pittsburgh Pirates. For that matter, not until now, were they likely to remember what Nellie King did pitching in relief for the Bucs in 1956.

Without both of these men, and all others like them, baseball would cease to exist.

2009 was an encouraging year for Jackson. Up from Indianapolis, he pitched 40 times for a total of 43 innings, 21 strikeouts, 22 walks, two wins, three losses, and a 3.14 ERA. This was the culmination of nearly six years along a heavily-guided, clearly-lit, little-left-to-chance route that began when Howard McCullough of the Diamondbacks started scouting him at Clemson in 2003. The next year, Arizona drafted him in the tenth round, and, despite the fact he was already 22, they started him in the instruction-focused Pioneer and Northwest Leagues. The Yankees were following him, too, and when they worked out a deal to return Randy Johnson to Arizona, Jackson was one of the pitchers they demanded. New York began to work Jackson in relief in '07 and their instructors helped him find a new arm slot that turned a mediocre sinker into an out pitch. He was the third arm the Yankees called up from the minors last April, but they wasted his last option by letting him sit in the bullpen for a week without an appearance. When they tried to sneak him off the major league roster, the Pirates pounced and picked him up on waivers. Within weeks, he was a regular in the Pittsburgh bullpen.

This tortuous recital of the provenance of Steven Jackson - scouted, trained, guided, instructed, groomed (and paid around $275,000 in his first big league season) is provided to underscore a point about ex-Pirate reliever Nellie King's wonderful new book Happiness Is Like A Cur Dog. In King's first full season in the bigs, in 1956, he appeared 38 times in Pittsburgh, pitched 60 innings, won four and lost one, and finished with a 3.15 ERA (and earned about $6,000 - still just $47,000 in 2009 dollars). This was the culmination of eleven years of fighting to get anybody to notice him long enough to invite him to a mass tryout camp, then possibly to spring training, then possibly onto the roster of a minor league team like the New Iberia Cardinals of the Class-D Evangeline League.

Class D.

As he vividly recounts in this warm, understated memoir, Nellie King's career began in a time when a ballplayer had at least three jobs: what he did during the actual season, what he did delivering packages or bailing hay during the off-season, and what he had to do 24 hours a day to make sure he didn't get released with no more than ten days' notice and not even a bus ticket home. It is almost unfathomable to consider the pioneer-like hacking through the woods of hidden opportunity that King so fondly recalls. A part-time Cardinals' scout liked what he saw of him in a glorified summer high school league and invited him to a tryout. He got a uniform with a three digit number on it. Hooking on with a team in Louisiana he arrived there by bus in the middle of the night, clueless of who to contact or where to go. He was released twice before his 19th birthday, and made it back into organized ball only because that first scout had gone to work filling out the rosters of some independent clubs. And that only got him into the Pittsburgh system because the owner sold those obscure franchises to the Pirates. 

And that's when he got to begin his climb up the ladder in a Pirates' farm system that was a little smaller than most - it only had about a dozen clubs. Having won 15 or more three separate times for Pirates' farms (a feat which today would put him on the cover of The Baseball America Prospect Handbook) and having survived, unfazed, two years at Fort Dix during the Korean War, Nelson Joseph King finally got to the big leagues in 1954.

"It had taken me eight years, including two outright releases in 1946, plus two years in the Army, to get to this moment at Ebbets Field. I thought of all those innings and games I spent pitching in small, minor league towns such as Geneva, Ozark, Brewton, Troy, Dorhan, Greenville, Andalusia, and Enterprise, in the Class "D" Alabama State League during my first season in professional baseball. The contrast between Ebbets Field and those minor league towns and fields magnified the contrasts and the satisfaction I was feeling. Having viewed Ebbets Field only in black and white photos and on television in World Series games, I was now seeing it up close, in full color and from the center of the picture. In my eighth decade of life, the memory of that moment is so vivid I can still visualize Ebbets Field..."

Injuries would end King's pitching career in 1957, and he went into radio - following the same steep staircase that described his playing days - through local markets in Western Pennsylvania. Finally, a decade after he stopped pitching for them, he rejoined the Pirates a decade later as an announcer, and the primary partner of the legendary Bob "The Gunner" Prince. Once again the reality of the business of today and that of an earlier time is underscored. As the third announcer of a major league team just 42 years ago, Nellie King was paid $13,000 - and even that only translates to $83,000 in today's money.

The remarkable part of King's story is that the struggle and the finances seem to have made every step, and every misstep, all the more satisfying. Nellie King's story is a triumph of perseverance and contentment. Even the title comes from one of the odder of the aphorisms of the legendary Branch Rickey, for whom King worked in the Pittsburgh organization. Figures like Rickey, and Bill Mazeroski, and Roberto Clemente, and Willie Stargell, populate its pages, but Happiness Is Like A Cur Dog should not be mistaken for the kind of dramatic but sometimes self-important recent biographies of, say, Satchel Paige or George Steinbrenner. And though King goes into depth about the two epic Pirates' World Championship years he covered, he does not seek to elevate either to world-changing status, such as a recent book on the 1912 Series does.

Nellie King has simply written a book about the backbone of baseball, a tale like that of 75 percent of the players in the game's history. And in its own matter-of-fact style, it's terrific. It's available from the usual suspects like Amazon, but more directly (and economically) from the publisher, and Nellie and his family have also launched a blog for Cur.

CORRECTIONS AND NOTES:
In advocating for Danny Murtaugh's Hall of Fame qualifications I gave him credit for one more NL East title than he deserved. I'd forgotten Murtaugh retired four times as Pittsburgh skipper, not three, and the 1972 crown belonged to Bill Virdon... And having composed this as MLB Network rolled out its World Series highlight films, these trivial observations about Yankee Stadium. The boxes remained in the "opera style" - no permanent seats, just as many hard wooden chairs as you needed or could fit in - through at least 1943. And the dirt stripe from the mound to the plate, most recently resurrected in Detroit and Phoenix, was in place in the Bronx through at least 1947 - but gone by 1949.


No Replay, No Problem - And The Vet Vote

Two things to consider about the General Managers' decision not to make a decision on expanding videotape replay: A) whatever it is, baseball has almost always done it, and B) once it's been done, baseball has almost always done more of it, later.

This is just a brief list of the things the game's protectors and magnates have guaranteed would never, ever, happen to the great traditions and sanctity of our private world:

1. Overhand pitching
2. Integration
3. Videotape replay
4. Night games
5. Batting helmets
6. A players' union
7. The American League
8. The banning of the spitball
9. Farming out players to the minors
10. Universal radio broadcasts. Well, okay, radio, but no television. All right, television, but never cable.

Video replay did not celebrate its first anniversary late this season; it celebrated its tenth. In October 13, 1998, third base ump John Shulock threatened to eject me and my six-inch NBC monitor from the reporter's well next to the visitors' dugout at Yankee Stadium for Game Six of the ALCS, because he thought some of the Indians players might have been able to see a replay of a call Ted Hendry didn't do a very good job on at second. Seven months later, on May 31, 1999, the venerable ump Frank Pulli decided he couldn't decide whether Cliff Floyd's blast in Florida was a home run or not. So he went over to a tv cameraman and asked if they'd show him some replays. Pulli decided that per the grounds rules, Floyd's blast had been incorrectly called a homer and was in fact a double, and he so ruled. The National League got mad at him. 

Replay was fully and suddenly introduced in 2008 - by this year it played a vital role in the regular season and the World Series. Now the GM's have demurred. Within eighteen months there will be a video replay rulebook issued to every ump and manager and included in every media guide. You watch.

FOR YOUR HALL OF FAME CONSIDERATION:

Everybody except me seems to have a vote in one of the 87 committees that may elect some managers, umpires, and executives, to Cooperstown next month. I'm in favor of putting in all deserving candidates and I really don't care if we put it to voice vote at Dodger Stadium one night, just so long as we honor the deserving.

So here is a yes/no on each of the candidates, without getting into the woods of who's doing the voting or how:

Manager - Charlie Grimm: No. Longevity, not results.
Manager - Whitey Herzog: Yes. 
Manager - Davey Johnson: No, but close.
Manager - Tom Kelly: Yes. Rebuilt that franchise.
Manager - Billy Martin: a controversial Yes. There's an amazing stat on him: he only had nine full seasons of managing. Eight of those nine teams finished first or second. 
Manager - Gene Mauch: I'm sorry, no. Presided over two of the worst collapses in history.
Manager - Danny Murtaugh: You know what? Yes. Two World's Championships, and in his last stint (1970-75) he won the second of them, and a division in four of the other five years.
Manager - Steve O'Neill: No. See Grimm.

Umpire - Doug Harvey: Yes. 
Umpire - Hank O'Day: No. There are about a dozen deserving umps. Not him. Whoever you think was right in the Merkle game, his ruling was wrong. It was either a New York win or a forfeit, not a tie.

Executive - Gene Autry: No. Bringing the A.L. to Southern California would've been done 20 years before he did it, had it not been for Pearl Harbor.
Executive - Sam Breadon: Yes. Saved the Cardinals from bankruptcy or moving in the '20s, built a dynasty with Branch Rickey.
Executive - John Fetzer: No.
Executive - Bob Howsam: No. The Frank Robinson trade gets you into Cooperstown?
Executive - Ewing Kauffman: No. An elegant, dedicated man.
Executive - John McHale: No.
Executive - Marvin Miller: Yes. For good or for ill, his impact for changing the game was comparable to Babe Ruth.
Executive - Jacob Ruppert: Yes. The Yankees were a joke before him.
Executive - Bill White: Yes. Could qualify in this role, or as a player, or as an announcer. Get him in there!

What The Heck Is This?

Parked on 6th Avenue - for what purpose I have no idea - as bad a touch of sportsmanship (no matter how often it might've been used) as I've ever seen. 

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So How Is George Steinbrenner?

It was the (only sometimes) unspoken question always in the background for the first season of the new Yankee Stadium, and it increasingly became the undertone as the post-season accelerated.

Even this afternoon, as the minions of the nation's media capital tried to out-do each other with more and more speculative coverage of the victory parade, a reporter who has been on the radio here for nearly half a century insisted that the highlight of the day would be the "emotional moment" when Steinbrenner accepted his key to the city. A less-senior and far more skeptical colleague asked if this was actually going to happen. The veteran's answer: "It's right here in the program for the ceremony!"

This is, of course, the impression the Yankees continue to give: that all is not necessarily well with their venerable owner, but that he's still frequently involved. There was even a very sad effort just last Saturday by The New York Post to palm off a series of e-mailed answers from infamous mega-flak Howard Rubinstein as an "exclusive interview" with George Steinbrenner. To paraphrase Churchill, the answers contained every cliche except "prepare to meet thy maker," and "employees must wash hands."

I have seen The Boss, with whom I have had a surprisingly warm and even conspiratorial relationship since I was a teenager, only twice this year, and the information gleaned from each encounter was directly self-contradictory. In March, David Cone and I were leaving the press box at Steinbrenner Field in Tampa when the place was frozen by security - it was George on his way out and they cleared the route for him. He was in a wheelchair and looked just this side of robust - twinkly-eyed and neither gaunt nor puffy. Cone whispered that he just had to say hello, and hoped he'd get a hello back.

This is what I heard:

Cone: (mumbled greeting)

Steinbrenner: Of course I know it's you, David. Jesus! We could've used you pitching out there today. Who were those kids? Are any of them ready?

So much for Cone's fear (and mine - to this day I think of George less for the chaos of the '70s and '80s and more for the letter he wrote to ESPN management praising my work on the 1992 Expansion Draft, in which I roundly criticized how his team handled the non-protection of its younger prospects, or the day he spent twenty minutes recounting to Bill Clinton, of all people, virtually every encounter he and I had had since 1973, right down to the story of my mother getting hit by the Knoblauch ball and refusing to ever go back to Shea Stadium even though the Yanks were playing World Series games there).

But just weeks later, during another lockdown, I saw Steinbrenner carted through the bowels of the new ballpark in the Bronx and lifted - not helped, but moved by a guy at each end - into a wheelchair.

Over the last few years, as his health has gotten intermittent, the volume of even rumors and whispers around the Bronx about how he is has declined. When the Yankees traded for Jeff Weaver, Steinbrenner poked his head in to the press conference and asked me "What do you think? How clear-headed does he sound? Is he going to be able to handle this?" - prescient questions, as it proved. A year later I was told that everybody knew there were "awareness problems" but that to my source's knowledge, nobody in the Yankee organization had ever heard a diagnosis, a prognosis, or even a vaguely medical-sounding term. A year after that, when he recited our history to Clinton, his memory was so sharp as to include some stories that I had forgotten - but each time he tried to say my name, all he could come up with was "uhh... this young man." After the 2007 season, there is no question that, to some degree great or small, he was behind the nightmarish, take-it-or-leave-it dethroning of Joe Torre as manager.

There are fewer such reports these days, and not even that level of source information. There's a lot to be said against George Steinbrenner and lord knows I've said much of it. But something made me feel very sad today at that Yankee ceremony: contrary to what it said "right here on the program for the ceremony!," The Boss was indeed not there to accept the keys to the city.

 

America's Biggest Small Town

I don't know anybody in baseball who hates Mariano Rivera. When the Red Sox fans derisively cheered him on Ring Day in 2005 in an attempt to remind him of his part in making that day possible, he tipped his cap - and instantly, if anybody in Boston truly despised him, that evaporated.

If there's a fan left who saw him, after he got the last out in his fifth championship, after his thirteenth year as the greatest reliever the game has ever known, giddily high-fiving fans in the outfield, and that fan still doesn't at least give him a golf clap tonight, he's not really much of a fan.

I keep thinking about that story about the Yankees having to talk The Boss out of trading Rivera to the Mariners in 1996 for Felix Fermin because he wasn't convinced Derek Jeter was ready to play shortstop every day in the major leagues.

Three notes before the slide show. No arguments with Matsui as the MVP, nor would there have been had it been Damon. The point that Matsui only started three of the six games is startling, but consider 1954. Series MVP Dusty Rhodes of the Giants started none of them. Secondly, if they gave out an Unsung MVP, it would've been Damaso Marte, who was flawless after a nightmare of a regular season. And thirdly, thanks for those who said such nice things about the tv version of "The Nine Smartest Plays In World Series History" - and there were indeed some audio problems that apparently affected you only if you had a really good TV with Dolby sound.

Fewer words, more pictures, one of them kind of surprising at the bottom, as ever - forgive the quality, or lack thereof:

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The final out - the throw has just left Robinson Cano's hand. Neither Shane Victorino nor Rivera will beat it there.

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The Yankees break for the celebration at the mound - notice #18 Johnny Damon struggling out of the dugout, dragging his aching calf - and the fans erupt; the gentleman in the cap just to the left of the World Series logo on the field is a former Mayor.

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Joba Chamberlain waving one of the two conveniently-provided World Championship Banners with which he and Nick Swisher led their teammates around the field.

And lastly, a reminder that baseball does erase boundaries. The guy I'm taking a photo of, who's taking a photo of me - we get along perfectly at the ballpark - less so during our day jobs. 

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One last photo. Nerd in Action (Contemplating Burger or Cheesesteak):

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Game Six: Godzilla Versus Mega-Damon

Fascinating subtext to Hideki Matsui's five-RBI night and Johnny Damon's MVP-caliber performance over the first five games. They are in essence competing for the sane job on the 2010 Yankees. It is unlikely New York wants to trust either in leftfield next year, certainly not at these prices. But either would make - as Matsui already has proven - a top-of-the-line DH.

Who's Your Relief Pitcher?

Pedro Martinez, out after just 77 pitches, for the overworked Chad Durbin in the fifth? Two hits, a walk, and a run later, exit Durban, enter the ubderappreciated J.A. Happ. Not Shown In Your Picture: Andy Pettitte, after some close pitches and two walks in the fourth, animatedly discussing it with home plate umpire Joe West as the teams changed sides. Joe Girardi came out to protect him, but whatever he said, Pettitte left West laughing.

Who's Your Relief Pitcher?

Pedro Martinez, out after just 77 pitches, for the overworked Chad Durbin in the fifth? Two hits, a walk, and a run later, exit Durban, enter the ubderappreciated J.A. Happ. Not Shown In Your Picture: Andy Pettitte, after some close pitches and two walks in the fourth, animatedly discussing it with home plate umpire Joe West as the teams changed sides. Joe Girardi came out to protect him, but whatever he said, Pettitte left West laughing.

Who's Your Relief Pitcher?

Pedro Martinez, out after just 77 pitches, for the overworked Chad Durbin in the fifth? Two hits, a walk, and a run later, exit Durban, enter the ubderappreciated J.A. Happ. Not Shown In Your Picture: Andy Pettitte, after some close pitches and two walks in the fourth, animatedly discussing it with home plate umpire Joe West as the teams changed sides. Joe Girardi came out to protect him, but whatever he said, Pettitte left West laughing.

Game Six: Damon Hurt; Booing The Cheerable

Passing by almost without notice here in the Stadium that Johnny Damon just exited after a not-so-vigorous race from second to score the Yankees' fourth run. There was no delay or dither about this; Joe Girardi bounded out of the dugout at inning's end to tell Joe West about the change, apparently the result of a calf strain. One wonders if one of the Series' previous hurts keyed the New York rally: Shane Victorino not only badly misread Derek Jeter's fly, but seemed a little hesitant to dive for it (although obviously he was not leading with the hand hurt by the Burnett Hit By Pitch on Monday). And to prove not everybody gets it, even at Game Six of the World Series, when Pedro Martinez plunked Mark Teixeira to load the bases ahead of Rodriguez and Matsui, much of the crowd here booed. The way Teixeira hasn't hit in this Series, if he doesn't hurt him, Girardi would be happy to carry him to first base on his back if Martinez will keep hitting Teixeira all night.

Game Six: Damon Hurt; Booing The Cheerable

Passing by almost without notice here in the Stadium that Johnny Damon just exited after a not-so-vigorous race from second to score the Yankees' fourth run. There was no delay or dither about this; Joe Girardi bounded out of the dugout at inning's end to tell Joe West about the change, apparently the result of a calf strain. One wonders if one of the Series' previous hurts keyed the New York rally: Shane Victorino not only badly misread Derek Jeter's fly, but seemed a little hesitant to dive for it (although obviously he was not leading with the hand hurt by the Burnett Hit By Pitch on Monday). And to prove not everybody gets it, even at Game Six of the World Series, when Pedro Martinez plunked Mark Teixeira to load the bases ahead of Rodriguez and Matsui, much of the crowd here booed. The way Teixeira hasn't hit in this Series, if he doesn't hurt him, Girardi would be happy to carry him to first base on his back if Martinez will keep hitting Teixeira all night.

Game Six: Warmer Than They're Saying

It is not nearly as cold as advertised - winds largely calm, conditions brisk but pleasant. Pregame comment from Johnny Damon on his status atop the list here if The Smartest Plays in Series History: "Me?" (Points at self, makes face, laughs) "Smartest?". Pre-game comment from Reggie Jackson on Chase Utley's homer surge: "Great hitter. Great accomplishment. Remind him that the last homer I hit here in '77 wouldve hit where the restaurant is now in center."

Game 6: Thoughts From The Commute

Two things popped into my Big Empty Head in route: anybody remember George Steinbrenner's last great personnel gasp? His insistence that the Yankees trade Andy Pettitte because he just wasn't tough enough in the critical games? This, as I recall, was in. 1999 and the deal was supposed to send him to...the Phillies. The other thought: what became of the four teams that really did blow 3-1 leads in the Series? The 1985 Cards fell below .500 in 1986 but made it back to the Series in '87 and it was five years until manager Whitey Herzog left the job. The '68 Cards never recovered but skipper Red Schoendienst lasted until 1976. But the 1958 Braves would stagger into another crisis - a tie for what wouldve been a third straight pennant in 1959. But after a disturbing playoff loss to the Dodgers, manager Fred Haney was fired, Milwaukee never again seriously contended, and within seven years the franchise was moving to Atlanta. The 1925 Senators weren't competitive again until 1933 and player-manager Bucky Harris was out by '28.

The Nine Smartest Plays In World Series History

Inspired by Johnny Damon's double-stolen base in Game Four on Sunday, I thought it was time to salute a part of the game rarely acknowledged and even more rarely listed among its greatest appeals to the fan. What they once quaintly called "good brain-work": the nine Smartest Plays in World Series History.

We'll be doing this on television tonight, illustrated in large part with the kind help of the folks behind one of the most remarkable contributions ever made to baseball history, The Major League Baseball World Series Film Collection, which comes out officially next week, and which, as the name suggests, is a DVD set of all of the official "films" of the Series since  ex-player Lew Fonseca started them as a service to those in the military in 1943. The amount of baseball history and the quality of the presentation (the "box" is by itself, actually a gorgeous Series history book) are equally staggering.

We start, in ascending order, with a famous name indeed, and Jackie Robinson's steal of home in the eighth inning of the first game of the 1955 World Series. It is perhaps the iconic image of the pioneer player of our society's history, but it was also a statement in a time when the concept was new. Ironically, the Dodgers were losing 6 to 4 when Robinson got on, on an error, moved to second on a Don Zimmer bunt, aggressively tagged up on a sacrifice fly.

Robinson was at third, but up for the Dodgers was the weak-hitting Frank Kellert. And, after all but taunting pitcher Whitey Ford and catcher Yogi Berra of the Yankees, Jackie seized the day, and broke for the plate. No catcher has more emphatically argued a call, and no moment has better summed up a player, his influence, or the changes he would bring to the game.

Ironically, that was the last run the Dodgers would score and they would lose the game. But the steal set a tone for a different Brooklyn team than the one which had tried but failed to outslug the Yankees in their previous five World Series meetings. The Dodgers would win this one, in seven games.


The eighth play on the list is another moment of base-running exuberance. In a regular season game in 1946, Enos "Country" Slaughter, on first base, had been given the run-and-hit sign by his St. Louis Cardinals' manager Eddie Dyer. Slaughter took off, the batter swung and laced one into the outfield. As Slaughter approached third base with home in his sights, he was held up by his third base coach Mike Gonzalez. Slaughter complained to his skipper. He knew better than Gonzalez, he told Dyer, whether or not he could beat a throw home. Dyer said fine. "If it happens again and you think you can make it, run on your own. I'll back you up."

It indeed happened again - and in the bottom of the eighth inning of the seventh game of the 1946 Series! The visiting Red Sox had just tied the score at three, but Slaughter led off the inning with a single. Manager Dyer again flashed the run-and-hit sign, and Harry "The Hat" Walker lined Bob Klinger's pitch over shortstop for what looked to everybody like a long single.

Everybody but Slaughter. He never slowed down. He may never have even seen third base coach Gonzalez again giving him the stop sign. When Boston shortstop Johnny Pesky turned clockwise to take the relay throw from centerfielder Leon Culberson, and, thus oddly twisted, could get little on his throw to the plate - Slaughter scored, the Cardinals led, and, an inning later, were World Champions.

The Red Sox should've seen it coming. Long before Pete Rose, Slaughter ran everywhere on the field, to the dugout and from it, on walks, everywhere. He said he had learned to do it in the minor leagues, when as a 20-year old he walked back from the outfield only to hear his manager say "Hey, kid, if you're tired, I'll get you some help."

That manager was Eddie Dyer - the same guy who a decade later would encourage Slaughter to run any and all red lights.


The particulars of the seventh smartest play in Series history are lost in the shrouds of time: the 1907 Fall Classic between the Tigers and Cubs. This was the Detroit team of the young and ferocious Ty Cobb, but its captain was a veteran light-hitting third baseman named Bill Coughlin. In the first inning of the second game, Cubs' lead-off man Jimmy Slagle walked, then broke for second base. Catcher Fred Payne's throw was wild and Slagle made it to third. Coughlin knew the Tigers were in trouble.

There are two ways to do what Coughlin did next; we don't know which he used. Later third basemen like Matt Williams were known to ask runners to step off the base so he could clean the dirt off it. Others, through nonchalance or downright misdirection, would convince the runner that they no longer had the ball. Which one Coughlin did, we don't know. The Spalding Base Ball Guide for 1908 simply described it as "Coughlin working that ancient and decrepit trick of the 'hidden ball,' got 'Rabbit' Slagle as he stepped off the third sack. What the sleep of Slagle cost was shown the next minute when Chance singled over second."

Coughlin snagged Slagle with what is believed to be the only successful hidden ball trick in the history of the Series.

 
Sixth among the smartest plays is another we will not likely see again. The New York Mets led the Baltimore Orioles three games to one as they played the fifth game of the 1969 World Series. But the favored Birds led that game 3-zip going into the bottom of the sixth. Then, Dave McNally bounced a breaking pitch at the feet of Cleon Jones of the Mets. Jones claimed he'd been hit by the pitch, but umpire Lou DiMuro disagreed - until Mets' skipper Gil Hodges came out of the dugout to show DiMuro the baseball, and the smudge of shoe polish from where it had supposedly hit Jones. DiMuro changed his mind, Jones was awarded first, Donn Clendenon followed with a two-run homer, Al Weis hit one in the seventh to tie, and the Mets scored two more in the eighth to win the game and the Series.

But there were questions, most of them voiced in Baltimore, about the provenance of that baseball. Was it really the one that McNally had thrown? A nearly identical play in 1957 with Milwaukee's Nippy Jones had helped to decide that Series. And years later an unnamed Met said that ever since, it had always been considered good planning to have a baseball in the dugout with shoe polish on it, just in case.

Today, of course, players' shoes don't get shined.


Hall of Fame pitcher, Hall of Fame batter, Hall of Fame manager, all involved in the fifth smartest play. But only two of them were smart in it. Reds 1, A's nothing, one out, top of the eighth, runners on second and third, third game of the '72 Series, and Oakland reliever Rollie Fingers struggles to a 3-2 count on Cincinnati's legendary Johnny Bench. With great theatrics and evident anxiety, the A's battery and manager Dick Williams agree to go ahead and throw the next pitch deliberately wide -- an intentional walk.

Which is when Oakland catcher Gene Tenace jumps back behind the plate to catch the third strike that slides right past a forever-embarrassed Bench. As if to rub it in, the A's then walked Tony Perez intentionally. For real.


Another all-time great was central to the fourth smartest play in Series history. With Mickey Mantle, you tend to think brawn, not brain, but in the seventh game of the epic 1960 Series, he was, for a moment, the smartest man in America. Mantle had just singled home a run that cut Pittsburgh's lead over the Yankees to 9-to-8.  

With one out and Gil McDougald as the tying run at third, Yogi Berra hit a ground rocket to Pirate first baseman Rocky Nelson. Nelson, having barely moved from where he was holding Mantle on, stepped on the bag to retire Berra for the second out. Mantle, on his way into no man's land between first and second, about to be tagged himself for the final out of the Series, stopped, faded slightly towards the outfield, faked his way around Nelson, got back safely to first, and took enough time to do it, that in the process, McDougald could score the tying run.

Mantle's quick thinking and base-running alacrity would have been one of the game's all-time greatest plays - if only, minutes later, the 9-to-9 tie he had created, had not been erased by Bill Mazeroski's unforgettable Series-Winning Home Run to lead off the bottom of the ninth.

 

Like the Mantle example, the gut and not the cerebellum is associated with the third smartest play in Series history. It's Kirk Gibson's epic home run to win the opening game of the 1988 classic. The story is well-known to this day; Gibson, aching, knees swollen, limping, somehow creeps to the batter's box and then takes a 3-2 pitch from another hall of fame Oakland reliever, Dennis Eckersley, and turns it into the most improbable of game-winning home runs.

But the backstory involves a Dodger special assignment scout named Mel Didier. When the count reached 3-and-2, Gibson says he stepped out of the batter's box and could hear the scouting report on Eckersley that Didier had recited to the Dodgers, in his distinctive Mississippi accent, before the Series began. On a 3-2 count, against a left-handed power hitter, you could be absolutely certain that Eckersley would throw a backdoor slider. He always did it. And as Gibson once joked, "I was a left-handed power hitter."

So Gibson's home run wasn't just mind over matter. It was also mind. And it was also Mel Didier.


The second smartest play in Series history came in perhaps the greatest seventh game in modern Series history. The Braves and Twins were locked in their remorseless battle of 1991, scoreless into the eighth inning. Veteran Lonnie Smith led off the top of the frame with a single. Just like Enos Slaughter in 1946, he then got the signal to run with the pitch, and just like Harry Walker in 1946, his teammate Terry Pendleton connected.

But something was amiss at second base. Minnesota Shortstop Greg Gagne and second baseman Chuck Knoblauch were either completing a double-play, or they had decided they were the Harlem Globetrotters playing pantomime ball. Smith, at least momentarily startled by the infielders pretending to make a play on him at second, hesitated just long enough that he could not score from first as Enos Slaughter once had. He would later claim the Twins' infielders hadn't fooled him at all with their phantom double play - that he was just waiting to make sure the ball wasn't caught.

But he never scored a run, nor did the Braves. The game, and the Series, ended 1-0 Minnesota, in the 10th inning on a pinch-hit single by Gene Larkin from -- appropriately enough for the subject -- Columbia University.
 
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All-stars and cup of coffee guys; fielders and hitters and baserunners and pitchers and even a scout, and stretching over a span of 102 years of Series history. And yet the smartest play is: from this past Sunday. Johnny Damon not only worked his way back from down 0-2 to a line single on the ninth pitch of the at bat against Brad Lidge, but he quickly gauged the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity with which the Phillies had seemingly presented him. Few teams employ a defensive shift towards the left side or the right when there's a runner on base. This is largely because if there is a play to be made at second or third, the fielders who would normally handle the ball are elsewhere. With Mark Teixeira up, the Phillies had shifted their infield, right.

So Damon realized.

If he tried to steal, the throw and tag would probably be the responsibility of third baseman Pedro Feliz. Feliz is superb at third base, fine at first, has experience in both outfield corners, and even caught a game for part of an inning. But his major league games up the middle total to less than 30 and this just isn't his job. Even if Feliz didn't botch the throw or the tag, his meager experience in the middle infield slightly increased the odds in Damon's favor. The question really was, what would happen immediately afterwards, if Damon stole successfully: Where would Feliz go, and who would cover third base?

Damon chose a pop-up slide so he could keep running. Feliz took the throw cleanly, but did not stop his own momentum and continued to run slightly towards the center of the diamond. And nobody covered third base. All Damon needed was daylight between himself and Feliz, and Feliz would have no chance of outrunning him to third, and nobody to throw to at third.     

And all of that went through Johnny Damon's mind, in a matter of seconds. Before anybody else could truly gauge what had happened, he had stolen two bases on one play without as much as a bad throw, let alone an error, involved. It is a play few if any have seen before, and it is unimaginable that any manager will let us ever see it again!

Thereafter, in a matter of minutes, the Yankees had turned a tie game, with them down to their last strike of the ninth inning, into a three-run rally that put them within one win of the World's Championship. And all thanks to the Smartest Play in World Series History.

The Stats The Yankees Would've Liked

So let's continue this little game. Think, as of 7:58 PM EST last night, the Yankees would've been delighted to know that...

- They'd rap Cliff Lee for five runs, including one in the top of the first?
- The Philly bullpen would be in such disarray that Ryan Madson would pitch last against them?
- Alex Rodriguez would snap out of it, 2-for-4, 3 RBI?
- A.J. Burnett and company would keep Ryan Howard hitless again?
- That Howard would be 3-for-21 with 14 strikeouts?
- Phil "The Human Torch" Hughes would pitch scoreless ball for an inning and a third?

Tomorrow here, we'll put Johnny Damon's double steal Sunday in the context of the top nine Smartest Plays in World Series History.

Game 5: Forecast Correct

So you can now score the Joe Girardi/Dave Eiland experiment with pitching starters on three days' rest at 1-for-3: a Sabathia victory in the ALCS, a Sabathia no decision in which he gave back a 2-0 lead and half of a subsequent 4-2 lead, and tonight's Burnett implosion.

This does beg a question I had not considered before. Perhaps Girardi and Eiland were not shooting the works with Burnett on short rest rather than throwing Chad Gaudin as a sacrificial lamb. Maybe the Yankees knew they got an unrepeatable performance by the eminently reliable Burnett (you can always depend on him; he will always let you down) and he was the sacrificial lamb tonight.

Could've been worse from the Yankee perspective. When he went to the bullpen tonight, Girardi could have gone not to David Robertson but to Gaudin.

The Phillies Already Won?

Imagine my surprise. To say nothing of Johnny Damon's, and everybody else fortunate enough to be in Philly tonight.

As our NBC station in Philadelphia reports, the Philadelphia Inquirer has not only run an advertisement congratulating the Phils on a second straight Series crown, they've also reported some sort of exchange of Rush Limbaugh for Alex Rodriguez.

As I understand it, they're still trying to reassure Kate Hudson that it really was just a typo.

How The Phillies Can Still Win

So, once again, how happy would they have been if you had told the Phillies before the World Series started, that after four games, all this would have been true:

- CC Sabathia would be winless against them in two starts?

- Chase Utley would have hit three homers against Sabathia?

- Two Philly sluggers would have produced two-homer games and seven blasts total?

- Joe Blanton would have produced a five-hit, two-walk, seven-strikeout performance?

- Cliff Lee would have pitched a complete game?

- The Phillies would have rallied off the Yankee bullpen in the eighth?

- Ryan Howard would have stolen a base and then scored the tying run thanks to his daring base-running?

- Mark Teixeira would have held to 1-for-14, Melky Cabrera 2-for-13, Robinson Cano 2-for-14, and Alex Rodriguez, 2-for-15?

- Joe Girardi would have had to bench one outfielder and might have to replace another one due to injury?

These are the little things that usually put a team ahead three games to one, not behind by that margin. While Johnny Damon has rightly been lionized (and would be the Series MVP to this point), there are two totally under-reported secrets to the Yankees' success. Consider the last outs Sabathia got last night: Jimmy Rollins lined a one-bouncer directly to Alex Rodriguez, and Shane Victorino flied right to Nick Swisher. Throughout the Series, particularly last night, the Yanks' major league scouting - coordinated by Gene Michael - has positioned its fielders nearly perfectly, exploiting pitch selection and a thorough knowledge of where each Philadelphia hitter is likely to hit a given pitch. I've always thought somebody could get a PHD calculating just how little Yankee fielders had to travel to get balls hit by the Braves in the 1999 Series, when Michael's charts were at their maximum value.

The other hidden headline: Damaso Marte, a pitcher who before the Series would have been ranked somewhere behind the Phillie Phanatic in likely impact on the outcome. All he has done thus far is strike out Utley and get Howard on a fly while the first game was still close, punch out Howard and Werth and get Ibanez on a liner in the third game, and retire Howard on another fly last night. He has been flawless after a 9.45 ERA and just five holds during the regular season.

But by no means are the Phillies dead. One of the realities of those "Advantage Phillies" stats listed above is that they either won't last, or that if they do, they are likely to suddenly start producing dramatic results for Philadelphia, and possibly in sufficient supply to produce three straight wins. And Joe Girardi has opened the door for that slim hope with the decision to go with A.J. Burnett on short rest tonight.

Rather than risk Chad Gaudin, with Burnett available on extra rest in Game Six, and Andy Pettitte on the same (or Sabathia) for Game Seven, he will pitch Burnett with a line-up behind him that could lack not just a DH, but also perhaps Cabrera and Jorge Posada. As it lays out now, Burnett, Pettitte and Sabathia will all go on short rest in pursuit of one win. Or it won't be Pettitte in Game Six - it'll be Gaudin anyway.

Game 4: The Eddie Collins of 2009

Even if Johnny Damon had gone oh-for-the-first-four years of the 52-million dollart contract he signed with the Yankees after the 2005 season, he might have earned most of the cash with one of the most heads-up plays in World Series history.

As the potential winning run with two out in the top of the ninth inning of a game New York had nearly blown, he not only got a great jump on Brad Lidge to cleanly steal second base, but because the Phillies had employed the shift on Mark Teixeira, Damon had the presence of mind to realize Carlos Ruiz's throw to second might be handled by a fielder unaccustomed to the role, who was also leaving third base unoccupied. Thus Damon utilized the pop-up slide, and when Feliz went to the wrong side of the bag, Damon accelerated past him and cruised into third as the Phillies watched helplessly. Lidge's inning immediately cascaded into chaos and Mariano Rivera suddenly had a three-run lead in a game the Phils had just tied.

In the broad sense, at least, Damon's dash was reminiscent of the famous Eddie Collins-Heinie Zimmerman play that decided the 1917 Series. Scoreless in the fourth inning of the finale, the White Sox cringed as Collins was trapped in a rundown. Giants' catcher Bill Rariden correctly ran Collins back towards third, presuming that either his first baseman Walter Holke or his pitcher Rube Benton would cover the plate. But neither did, and as Rariden tossed to Giants third baseman Zimmerman, Collins burst past him, leaving Zimmerman to define futility to chase Collins towards the dish.

Though Ring Lardner actually made up the quote, Zimmerman was long credited with one of the most telling of acerbic explanations for a pivotal Series play: "Who the hell was I supposed to throw it to? The umpire?" It will be fascinating to hear if Feliz says anything similar.

Game 4: CC's Rush

Lost in the astonishment that the Yankees did not notice Ryan Howard did not touch the plate in scoring the tying run, was that the throw to second base to try to get Pedro Feliz was made not by Jorge Posada, but by CC Sabathia.

It's unclear if Posada or anybody on the Yankee bench noticed that Howard had manage to belly-flop cleanly over the dish, but Sabathia certainly didn't, and it cost him a chance to preserve the lead.

Game 4: Pitchers

CC Sabathia seems to be struggling with his mechanics.

Joe Blanton is (as usual) struggling with looking too much like Turtle from Entourage.

And the conspiracy theorist within is struggling with the possibility that Charlie Manuel used the hit-by-pitch as an intentional walk for Alex Rodriguez in the first inning with the specific hope the umpires would warn both benches and thus take the inside pitch away from Sabathia. 

The latter is unlikely, but certainly the first part of it would be anything but unprecedented.

Game 4: Nice Opening

More notes from waiting rooms...

In their defense, I know that nobody at my former Fox Sports employers had the final word. But that mish-mosh of Series highlights and clips from some dippy cartoon movie they're trying to sell, with which they opened tonight's telecast, was a great argument for transferring the World Series broadcast rights to PBS. Or maybe C-SPAN.