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Birdie Tebbetts & Ted, Rudy York & Lou

Posted by athomeatfenway on April 10, 2011

Birdie Tebbetts was from 1936 to 1952 a platoon catcher for the Tigers, Red Sox and Indians.  In his time, he played with Hank Greenberg, Mickey Cochrane & Ted Williams. Though he batted over .300 just once (BOS 1950), Birdie was a 4x All Star — 1941, ‘42, ‘48 & ‘49.

 

After his playing days ended he managed in the minors and later at the highest level with the Redlegs, Indians and Braves.  He never reached the post season but he was named 1956 Manager of The Year in the National League.

 

It wasn’t his batting that made him an All Star.  The Vermont native was an excellent defensive catcher.  He twice led the AL in throwing out base stealers.

 

It wasn’t his playing skills that earned him a coaching and scouting career that lasted until he was 79 years old.

 

Birdie Tebbetts was a hale fellow well met.  He had a lively and charismatic charm about him. He was direct, decent and funny.  Birdie was someone that everyone liked to be around.  His personal charisma helped his career.  His joie de vivre comes across plainly in “BIRDIE, Confessions of a Baseball Nomad.”  (Triumph, 2002.)

 

This 196 page hardcover book was published 3 years after his death at age 87.  It is written entirely in his voice, as if co-author James Morrison worked straight from a series of tape recordings.

 

Let Ted do it.

 

He tells a great one about how Ted Williams was second guessing his ability to call a game when they were Boston teammates.  Cleveland’s Lou Boudreau had hit Boston pitching pretty hard with Birdie behind the plate so Ted  suggested incompetence relentlessly.  To his credit, Tebbetts didn’t argue.  He told Ted, “OK, let’s see how you do.”.  And he told Ted how to signal the pitches to him from his position in left field the next time Boudreau batted.  Sure enough, the next time the Indian player-manager stepped into the box, Ted signaled the pitches to Birdie, Birdie signaled them to the pitcher, and Ted was calling the game.  Whack !  A Double !  Next time Boudreau was up Ted called them again.  Whack !  Another Double.  That shut up Mr. Williams.

 

 

A gritty era.

 

Tebbetts arrived in the majors a bit ahead of schedule due to a horrific beaning of Mickey Cochrane.  On May 25, 1937, Irving Darius Hadley threw to Gordon M. Cochrane an inside fastball that came out of the white shirts in the Yankee Stadium bleachers, striking Cochrane on the skull and fracturing his cranium.  The incident was the beginning of the end for Cochrane’s playing days.  It gave rise to Hadley’s nickname: Bump.  It caused the gradual establishment of dark batting backgrounds in the major leagues.  And it propelled Birdie Tebbetts from minor leagues into the Tigers catching platoon, a role he shared with Rudy York, a slow footed, ham-handed Indian that could not catch a lick but could surely bang 35 home runs a year.

 

 

The Big Indian liked to hit & he liked to drink.  He wasn’t the only character around.  The authors paint a picture of the radio era, when the Depression was on and America needed heroes like DiMaggio, Feller, Gehrig, Williams, Boudreau, plus a few square pegs like York.

 

It was a simpler and more straight-forward time populated with poverty-hardened characters.  When Ben Chapman left the Yankees for the Senators in 1936, Gehrig told Tebbetts to punch the Nats new outfielder if he got the chance.  If Tebbets would punch Chapman twice, Lou would buy Birdie two suits.

 

Birdie lost three years to military service during World War II.  He was approached during the 1942 season to volunteer, and put together a morale team consisting entirely of major league players.  Tex Hughson, Joe Gordon, Sid Hudson, Max West, Enos Slaughter, Ferris Fain and Howie Pollet were all on Lieutenant Tebbets’ team.  At first, they played all around Texas but were later deployed to the South Pacific.  They flew secretly to Iwo Jima the day after the Marines raised the flag.  Before 12,000 dirty, bloody, hardened Marines, they played a game of baseball to create normalcy within the context of insanity.  Birdie Tebbets called it the most important game he ever played.

 

 

He’s on to something.

 

The authors make one claim about a relief pitching tandem that should spark a SABR research presentation if it already has not.  Tebbets refers to Don Mossi and Ray Narleski as “the two best relief pitchers of all time in a tandem.”

 

I chuckled when I read that, realizing that the baseball cards of these two guys (for the most part) fill the common boxes and bargain bins at sports collectible shows.  Further, not only are they largely unknown and unrecalled, but Mossi’s baseball cards revealed that his ears were bigger than any other mammal known to humanity.

 

“The two best relief pitchers in tandem of all time ?”

 

Is he kidding ?

 

So, I looked it up.

 

Mossi & Narleski pitched for the Indians from 1954 to 1958.  Ears was named an All Star in 1957.  Mossi was an All Star in 1956 & 1958.  Interestingly BOTH received MVP votes in 1955.

 

Could their MVP ballot worthy year indicate their best combined contribution ?

 

In 1955, Mossi appeared in 57 games and Narleski in 60, their respective ERA’s being 2.42 and 3.71.  Narleski led the major leagues with 19 saves in ’55, and Mossi had the 5th most in the A.L. that year with 9.  No other two bullpen team mates had as many combined saves in either league.  Their combined won-lost record was 13 – 4.

 

Pretty damn good.  And, it was pretty damn good team they played for.

 

Their team mates were Hegan, Wertz, Rosen, Kiner, Doby.  A rookie named Rocky Colavito would make a late debut, too.  Plus Wynn, Score, Lemon, Garcia & Feller.  The 1955 Indians finished 93 – 61 in 2nd place, 3 games behind the Yankees, winning 13 of 22 vs. New York.

 

 

Old Birdie was onto something.

 

 

 

Breaking the code.

 

If you love Ted, or if you love head games, you’ll love this one.  No longer teammates, Ted & Birdie squared off in regular play beginning in 1951.  Now an Indian, Birdie had just as much trouble getting Ted out as anyone.  He decided to “break the code”.  Birdie would break Ted’s focus on the cat-and-mouse guessing game of what pitch was coming by simply telling Ted what was on the way.  “It’s a curveball Ted.”  And, “It’s a fastball, Ted.”   When Ted took those pitches and they were exactly what Tebbets said they would be, Ted became enraged and stayed mentally out-of-whack for the next 2 days. The distraction worked.  He couldn’t buy a hit.

 

 

This book is a great & fast read.  Birdie passed 12 years ago but this little book conveys his good will and energy.  I think you’ll like it.

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Red Sox are Dead Sox at the moment

Posted by athomeatfenway on April 10, 2011

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Fenway Park looks better every year.  More of the old wooden seats have been replaced.  The paint is fresh.  The foundation has been capped.  It is cleaner and wider under the grandstand than it has ever been.  Even the new water efficient men’s rooms add a flush of class.

As I and daughter #1 settled into our roof box seats in sec. 25, the high tech glamour of two new high-definition video boards stared us in the face.  These new screens are about 2.5 times wider than a jumbo billboard on the highway.  They flank the Centerfield jumbotron.  The one on the right is part video screen, part stationary advertising board.

It is almost overkill.  The batter/pitcher data on the new CF video board is a little redundant of what is on the others. Together it all looms as an enormous IT miracle dominating the background of a 99 year old ballpark.

Still, with all the flashy videos and R & B tunes, the media mix includes The Whaler’s Brass Bonanza and real old time organ music.

It is not Yankee Stadium, thank God, where morons push the sound system volume up to 12, and the Steinbrenners have long affected an ambience so constantly loud that it offends the senses.

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Just occurred to me:  Chances are small that the team will ever be nicknamed the Fred Sox as there are no Freds that are top prospects in the Boston farm system.  But we do have future stars named Jose, Anthony, Felix, Josh, Drake, Will, Yamaico, Kolbrin, Stolmy and Lars. Work with it !

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Daughter #1 and I rolled the dice by parking on a street in Brookline and walking to Fenway.  If the Brookline cops were kind, they wouldn’t leave a present on our windshield.

#1 rolls with the punches no matter what.  She is serene and laid back.  Being our only offspring that actually played baseball, she appreciates the game in person, although she can be caught watching a game on TV about as often as she can be found reading a newspaper.

Our ride to the park was at times conversant, at other times quiet.  I did learn two important things from her.  When a rapper says “ish” this is code for “sh*t”.  And when a rapper says “HAM” it means “Hard As A Mother*****r!”.

So, the next time a rapper asks you to “get your ish out of here” you should gather your things and move at once.  And the next time a rapper exclaims, “I’m coming at you HAM !” it would be best to lock the car doors and drive away quickly.

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Jim Calhoun, program builder and Head Coach of the 2011 National Champion UConn Huskies wore a home white jersey, standing with wife, Pat, near the on-deck circle 30 minutes before game time.  The ever-loquacious Calhoun chatted up everyone who strode up.  Some may call him difficult and hard nosed, but he seems to never shut out the public.

When it came time to throw out the ceremonial first pitch Calhoun didn’t cower.  He elected to climb the mound.  So many chicken out and throw from in front of the bump.  Calhoun employed an old-school wind-up, evoking Robin Roberts or Frank Lary.  His missile reached Terry Francona, though a lunge to the left was needed.  The old bird, who turns 69 in May, acquitted himself nicely.  A lifelong Red Sox fan who turned down a first pitch offer in 1999 from the Yankees, Calhoun smiled and hugged Francona, then strode off and faded away.

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#1 and I settled in to watch Clay Buchholz fulfill his potential as a man with 5 pitches, a man who won 17 games with a 2.33 ERA last year, a young horse in the race for the 2011 Cy Young Award.

Brett Gardner led off and was humbled.  The man with 5 pitches threw nothing but fastballs that varied between 91 and 95 mph.  Gardener grounded to Pedroia, 4-3.  Then Clay failed to finish off Jeter with 2-strikes, walking him.  But Jeter soon erased himself, arriving at second on a steal attempt a split second after Saltalamacchia’s throw.  Next, Teixeira whiffed on a 2-2 fastball.

It was a great start.  But it was the only inning in which Buch would face the minimum 3 batters.  In fact, he would face 22 batters and get just 11 of them out.

Buchholz would yield 5 runs in 3.2 IP’s.  Cano & Chavez owned him.  Catcher Russell Martin, a guy who would have looked mighty good in Salty’s roster spot, took Clay yard.

Martin would also later homer off Alfredo Aceves, who also served a tater to Cano.  In between Buchholz and Aceves, Doubront allowed a 4-bagger by Granderson.

Buch, Doubront & Aceves allowed 9 runs in 7 innings.  It wasn’t until 44-year-old Tim Wakefield shut the Yankees out the last 2 innings that order was restored.

The 9 – 4 Yankee win spoiled 3-for-4 days at the plate by both Pedroia and Lowrie.

The day was a reflection of the startling status of the heralded 2011 Red Sox starting rotation.  After 8 games, Lester-Lackie-Buchholz-Beckett-Matsuzaka have contributed exactly ONE quality start.

It takes a multitude of quality players that can be effective in small and large roles to win 95 games or more.

It won’t begin to happen for this team until priority #1, starting pitching, gathers itself and delivers.

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