Three of the four “12 to 8” round best of three series ended yesterday with 2 game sweeps, making it 10 such in the 12 possibilities since this ridiculous extra round was instituted.
1969 was among much else, (Woodstock, moon landing and the Mets “miracle” crown) the first year of LCS play and of 4 franchises, the Kansas City Royals, San Diego Padres and the Seattle Pilots, who after one year in “Sea,” became the Milwaukee Brewers and the Montreal Expos, now the Washington Nationals.
This “shotgun” round of ‘offs has three of those teams and all 3 of their opponents were in those first League Championship Series back in ’69.
The Royals have handed the Baltimore Orioles, the ’69 baseball runners-up, a 10th straight post-season loss, 6 at K.C.’s hands (they swept the O’s in the 2014 ALCS), and 4th straight ‘offs entity loss all with different “best ofs” and all resulting in their opponent getting the “best of” Baltimore. (Aforementioned K.C. in a best of 7 in ’14, Toronto in a 1 game entity in ’16, eventual champion Texas (Rangers) in a best of 5 div series last year and now K.C. in the yesterday completed best of 3.
Also yesterday the ’69 expansion team Padres completed a 2 game sweep of the 1969 N.L. runnerup, Atlanta Braves.
A third ’69 expansion team vs a ’69 LCS qualifier series these 55 years later has gone to a decisive third game as the Brewers nee ’69 expansion team (Seattle) Pilots won game 2 after losing game 1 to the franchise, the Mets that stunned in ’69 by winning it all.
This makes it 4 out of 4 times that a baseball post-season series contested between teams from New York and Milwaukee has gone the maximum # of games. (I am not saying Sciambi ought to have known that or a note involving the last Milw win down into the 8th
In both ’57 and ’58, the World Series between the Yankees and Milwaukee Braves went to a decisive 7th game while the unscheduled, strike caused “qtr” or actual “div” series for the A.L. East title between the Yankees and Brewers went to a decisive 5th game and now Mets/Brewers to a decisive third game.
In the other tilt, the Tigers, playing on the exact 56 year anniversary of their game 1 ’68 W.S. loss to the Cards, whose great Bob Gibson broke Sandy Koufax’s one game strikeout mark that game, eliminated the Houston Astros denying Hous (2 titles and 2 W.S. losses in those 7 seasons) them a chance at eventually tying the Braves’ 8 straight LCS appearances (that team, with its over rated pitching staff managed but one title, going (1-4) in World Series play and losing their last 8 such games to the Yankees) a chance for a record tying 8th straight LCS appearance.
The three teams that have advanced from the “12 to 8” to the tournament “Qtrs,” were 1984 LCS participants when there were only 4 ‘offs qualifiers and for the last time the LCS were best of 5 entities.
Detroit, which by the way, came back to win that ’68 W.S. with Mickey Lolich outdueling Mr. Gibson in #7, won it all those forty years ago in 1984 and not since. They 5’d S.D. with their 3 John Birch Society pitchers in the W.S. while the Royals were swept in 3 games by the Tigers in the ALCS.
Do not look now but with the “brackets” as they are, an ’84 ALCS redux and even an ’84 W.S. such are possible but certainly long shot improbable. However, stranger things have manifested.
Yesterday which was “Erev” Rosh Hashanah was the exact 56 year anniversary of Bob Gibson breaking Sandy Koufax’s one game World Series strikeout mark.
Both of these great pitchers set their records in a World Series opening game played on a Wednesday, October 2nd, Sandy in 1963 and Mr. Gibson in the “late, “not so great” 1968.
Speaking of Jewish holidays, Sandy famously did not pitch in the Yom Kippur coinciding with the ’65 W.S. opener in ’65 while Bob Gibson set the mark in that ’68 W.S. opener which I believe also coincided with Yom Kippur.
Pete wanted to disprove the maxim about the relative quality of the cars driven by home run hitters and hits makers sans great power such as he.
Yet today, I, trying not to be bitter about the fact Manfred, Selig and many “judge and jury” types denied Mr. Rose his rightful place in baseball’s not so/no longer great “Hall,” while alive –I with notable exceptions, such as with the previous heartfelt sentence, will try to get a hit that Pete would have or will like, as opposed to “hitting it out,” a herculean task for any and certainly me.
Let’s go the other way and increase our chances, as I will link Pete with other greats and the classy, virtually, untarnished Stan “The Man” Musial, is a good place to start.
I said place and perhaps it is that area, wherever it might be,– then ’twas between Pete Rose and first base, where Stan hit a ball that went for his 3,630 th and last hit (1,815 at home where that last one was recorded, (old Busch Stadium or Sportsman Park) and that many on the road.
Eighteen years passed (chai and happy Jewish New Year and let’s hope for better) and not long after the ’81 season player’s strike ended, Pete, with Stan in attendance and then in his third year with the Philadelphia Phillies (Pete was an integral part of the Phils’ first ever title team the season before) after 16 with his hometown Cincinnati Reds, singled to left, going the other way, to notch hit #3,631 followed by congrats from the always so classy, Mr. Musial.
Pete Rose marveled at how great the National League of those times was and was not afraid to correctly profess its clear superiority to the American League (doing so without failing to cite such A.L. greats as Al Kaline and Carl Yastrzemski), and putting forth that the biggest reason for that N.L. edge was speed and that was to a great extent due, to the N.L. being first and more prolific (by a pretty wide margin) in having Black and Latin players.
On that “front,” really, while better, it is still a veritable “fault-line,” Pete, in a baseball/not so hot practice, was ignored by most of the Cincy team’s white players, as they feared his inevitable takeover of Don Blasingame’s second base job. (Similarly the great, vaunted Yankees did same to Phil Rizzuto, who similarly and in what was inevitable, took Frank Crosetti’s shortstop position with Joe DiMaggio intervening and putting an end to Phil’s batting practice swings being blocked).
Pete was befriended by some black players, greats named Frank Robinson and Vada Pinson to name two, and was/is so proud that his later day, “Big Red Machine teams,” certainly among baseball’s best ever, have a white (John Bench), black (the late Joe Morgan), Latin (Tony Perez– the “jokers” who vote took so damned long to get RBI machine, “Doggy” (Perez) in ) player in that same Hall, from which Pete was so cruelly denied entry. Additionally their manager George “Sparky” Anderson made the not so hot “it.”
Pete’s accomplishments (10, 200 hits seasons, the most hits and most important, certainly to Rose, having played in the most winning games) on the field are numerous and go look.
His “Charley Hustle” (the name was given to him by Yankees’ greats, Ed “Whitey” Ford and Mickey Mantle when Pete’s hustle gave Cincy an otherwise meaningless and certainly forgotten, exhibition game win vs the Yankees) and at times rough? play are also well documented.
I add the just as telling, if not more so, Pete moving from left field to third base, enabling George Foster who was a “Famer” type for a few seasons, once inserted into Cincy’s great lineup, with the Reds winning 40 or 41 of 50, beating out a good L.A. team (then my team, by 20 or so games after that move in ’75), and eventually winning a first title in 35 seasons, denying an excellent Red Sox team, in a classic 7 game W.S.– that essentially saved and minimum, resussitated baseball.
Often, I write that I will have more. Maybe and surely I have in the past, certainly regarding many things Pete Rose.
A need to close this and I impart having seen Pete in person twice, the first time near Cooperstown, where his “James Fenimore” (read that and please do read– writing, was signing autographs and he asked a group of us walking by, who is the only player to pinch hit for me. I said Mike Lum and Pete’s priceless pronunciation, stretching out Lummmm remains a priceless memory.
My most precious and telling interaction with him involves a conversation, I at 20, in college and haunted by among else, teams failures to “title” (only one can) and thrown out memories, had with Pete, on a rainy Wednesday in May 1976.
Among other things, including my disputing Pete saying his game 7/’75 W.S. game tying hit off Ro Moret was not his biggest to that point in his career, I also said you sound a bit tired, even down.
No, Peter Edward Rose, already so polite and understanding to polite, but with a little “edge” me and also did he really need this conversation, said “just drifting.”
Now though I had correctly stated he was a member of a great ball club, after Pete himself had said “we have a good ballclub,” I, with “my” Dodgers having won say 8 straight games and playing at Wrigley Field that afternoon, asked are you sure you are not checking for el Dodgers score.
“It is too early for that.” was Pete’s classy answer.
Pete and the Reds beat out, a, what again, was a good L.A. team by say 10 games, then went (7-0) in post-season, the best such and repeated as World champions, the best team I ever saw. (I was a bit too young to see the awesome 1961 Yankees).
Speaking of early (I do not mean Wynn, who in Pete’s first year, 1963, finally notched his 300th win) death came too early to Pete and if you recall, in eery fashion, my last post before and the day before he died, dreamt Manfred would redeem, and just put Pete in. Again eery!!
You know what, maybe you Peter Edward Rose will meet the few others, one being Willie Mays (#24 also died in this year 2024, and your pride in playing with and having an All-Star game locker next to such as Willie, Henry Aaron and Roberto Clemente, the latter whom you more than once “battled” for batting titles, is well documented), and two others, Babe Ruth (you kvelled, look it up Pete) that you met his daughter and Ty Cobb, (you played Ty in a movie about the Babe, played by Stephen Lang) might greet you and welcome you to that pantheon of the greatest of the great, and be damned the earth’s baseball, so called shrine, which does not come close.
Bottom and closing line is Pete did not and does not need “Hall” entry and now maybe I can realize and maybe push away bitterness, even that aimed at “those,” and realize I do not need it either.
I saw Pete play and envy not so much his ability or even his accomplishments, but his incredible, “not to be denied,” determination and hope to go on citing notes, betting small (unlike Pete, who was not a good sports handicapper, I can “beat it” and I do not mean, (think what Caan’s Sonny said re Pacino’s “Michael” if there was no planted weapon) and enjoying time, grateful for a past that saw Pete Rose play a great game, the correct way, caring about those of us, who plucked down money and far more important, TIME!!
Left to right, Pete Rose and Stan “The Man” Musial.
First you hear Bob Uecker then Al Michaels. I wanted to put up Pete’s hit off Mr. Moret to keep the discussion going, but this one is nice and along with Mr. Musial, Pete is congratulated by then Cardinals’ first sacker, Keith Hernandez, who twice delivered as much as tying hits, roughly around the same 6th or 7th inning as Pete’s in ’75, in THE GAME #7 of a W.S.
Please indulge as I start my remembrance and tribute to the great, so classy, so appealing Dame Maggie Smith with a scene from “Plaza Suite.”
Next as so often, sadly is needed–so many greats have and will die, with precious little hope of anything near their caliber coming forth–NPR’s Scott Simon offers a wonderful tribute to Dame Maggie Smith.
Each of them better expresses the kind of tribute I, at best a singles hitter sans Cadillac, but with Quixotic causes, might manifest.
Into the world, she brought humor, pathos, beauty and sheer unadulterated class! Go have fun Maggie dear, you made my heart move and also induced laughter. Not easy, but you did so!
Click below to view Dame Maggie Smith and Michael Caine, another great in a scene from Neil Simon’s (a third such), “Plaza Suite.”
In listening to Scott Simon’s remembrance, some of the many other notable roles Maggie Smith “Damed” to us, are cited. Bless her and let’s hope!
Opinion: Remembering the marvel, Maggie Smith
Tomorrow, the Mets and Braves will have to play the 161st and 162nd games of their season, in a doubleheader, commencing at 1 P.M. or so, (at) Atlanta time.
Each team needs one win to qualify and only if one or the other, wins both games, would Arizona, last season’s baseball runner up, make the 12 team tournament, that begins Tuesday.
Rather than rip into the preposterous, almost, “The Postman Always Rings Twice” situation, involving Manfred, I go the route of “Who but me notes!!”
The Mets have had success in these situations before, each on a Monday (maybe they can, unlike in the great “Mamas And Papas” song, “trust that day.” I did have the beautiful, talented, classy Michelle Phillips’ L.A. home # but ….) as needing one of two, as will be the situation tomorrow, they won game 161, in a high noon start at Wrigley Field vs the Cubs. Game #162 was not played.
That Mets’ team, I believe (“Ya or you gotta believe,” was the team slogan) has the worst record, for any pennant winner, going (82-79).
25 years ago in 1999, Al Leiter was brilliant, pitching the Mets to a win in a one game, Monday playoff at Cincinnati vs the Reds.
Alas, history and it repeating, doing so, as 62 years after it also occurred in the Mets’ (40-120) first season in 1962, the team again plays only 160 games through the last scheduled day of the “reg.”
Then of course there was no need to play those 2 games but now there is.
Also the White Sox deserve some credit, winning 5 of 6 after passing the Mets with their 121st loss and in doing so, their final record of (41-121), is actually better than that of the ’62 Mets.
A wish: Manfred after this scheduling fiasco, not all his fault sees the light and declares Pete Rose, involved in a Mets’ Monday ’73 NLCS game 3 altercation with Bud Harrelson, who sadly we lost this year, is now in the not so hot Baseball Hall of Fame.
I know–you have swamp land you think I ought to buy.
Now, playing off Gertrude Stein’s “there is no there, there” regarding Oakland, California THERE are no professional sports teams there anymore.
This is sad and despite Thursday past’s, nowhere near enough, but still brightness, as the A’s won, in their last “at Oakland Coliseum” game before a packed house, it does not go away.
Yet away the Athletics franchise, previously moved from Philadelphia where two eras of great Connie Mack managed teams won 5 titles and Kansas City, will go to Sacramento and then in “par for the course,” fashion, eventually Las Vegas, Nevada (as I type, I practice that state’s punctuation).
Today, some memories of the A’s, football Raiders and the Oakland Alameda County Coliseum: My best one and I do have my “calls,” as in the (finally) a title year of 1976, Ken “The Snake” Stabler drove the Raiders from their own 32, seriously aided and abetted by a roughing the passer call (25 years later, in the New England snow, the “sitch” was reversed) and on his gimpy knees dove into the scoring part and Oakland survived the New England Patriots, in a second classic, slot 2, Stabler led drive from his 32, for the decisive TD, in 3 seasons. (In ’74, Madden carried off the field after what was only a “qtrs” win and “Oak” were”semi’d” out by the great Steelers and nearly 19 year old, baby me, wanted to run away from home.)
I will cite two great A’s post-season “Coliseum” wins in the first of their 3 straight title seasons (1972)–(only the Yankees, who did it thrice, 5 straight (’49-’53), 4 straight (’36-’39) and 3 straight under still disrespected by Steinbrenner, Joe Torre (’98-2000), have won as many as 3 straight baseball season crowns.
Game 1 of the 1972 ALCS and T11, the great player Al Kaline, who had led Detroit (Tigers) to the “one fourth/had to finish first,” A.L. East crown (see this year’s Detroit, which having come from the proverbial “dead,” aided by an epic Twins collapse, have stormed into the 12 team baseball tournament) homered and “Det,” with the great (not only is he not in the baseball Hall, his #29 is on the back of certain A.L. Cy Young winner, Skubal’s back and NOT on the bricks along with Ty (rhymes) with Cy) Cobb and other “Tigs” (ode to Ernie Harwell) greats), Mickey Lolich on the mound.
Captain Sal Bando, who advised all, regarding Italian food in the Bay Area, singled and Mike Epstein, who perhaps could have done same, regarding where if anywhere to get good “strami” (Stone’s sick barring me, “turn” hurts though I know he is a truly sick individual), did same. (John “Blue Monn’d/ran for Sal and Mike Hegan the same for Epstein).
Fury “Gene” Tenace (Tenacie, I called his sister Sandi, who had, hopefully alive and well maybe still has an 838 N.Y. exchange, but never dated her) tried to “sac” (not Sacramento), but it resulted in a force out at 3rd and a near D.P.
However, Gonzalo Marquez, almost as prolific in helping the A’s “title,” with two key pinch hits as still unsung, Del Unser (except by Mr. Schmidt who knew the “consequences, as perhaps as unfair as they might have been if Del had not “bailed” Mike out/T8 of #5 ’80 NLCS, still not so arguably the greatest LCS ever, probably the best LCS game, one of baseball’s greatest games period and on a rare Dad talking on what was then tape, he born in 1914, said “Andy this is one of the greatest games I have ever seen”) singled to right, Hegan scored while Fury not exactly Jesse Owens, tried for third and Kaline’s throw short hopped Aurelio Rodriguez (by the way a great fielding 3rd sacker) and went awry, allowing Tenace to score and the A’s to “open” (3-2) in a classic LCS they would win 3 games to 2, holding on (2-1) in the decisive 5th with Monte Moore (think of the great A’s broadcasters in addition to Moore, Bill King, Lon Simmons, Harry Caray, Jon Miller and others including one of the few analysts worth listening to, Ray Fosse) intoning “Vida (Blue in relief of Odom) kicks high” and that Tony Taylor flew out to center, “The Rider,” George Hendrick there to catch it as the great Reggie Jackson was injured, scoring the go ahead run and would miss the World Series (I think Mr. Jackson or is it Mister “some month” had other chances to excel in W.S. play and did he ever!!).
I go on, but with difficulty, get brief.
#4 W.S. down, A’s (2-1) B9, up (2-1) in what had been an all road W.S. vs favored Cincinnati, Eventual W.S. MVP, “Fury” Gene Tenace and 3 “M’ players delivered hits, Gonzalo again, plus Don Mincher and the game winner by Angel Mangual manifested. “Oak” won (3-2), led (3-1), needed 7, but won (3-2) at Cincy (3-1 “THERE”, that word again, in the Series.
I stop with a heavy heart, but great memories of what happened THERE!
Click below to view and hear with Tigers’ broadcasters George Kell (most of it and Kell is one of the few ex players, who became an outstanding broadcaster) and the also very good Larry Osterman (I think it is he for the fateful 11th inning), the Athletics’ great win in #1/1972 ALCS.
Round #’s, multiples of 5, Mr. Santayana regarding history repeating and 100 as more significant than 40, “bridge jumping”/a reference from the seminal, prescient film, “Network” await you readers from tangential, but informative, few similar, (one stating it was the fictional John “Boy” Walton in Richard Thomas’ last regular “The Waltons” “app” and perhaps the real life, great writer, Earl Hamner Jr. as The Waltons are autobiographical for him) me.
100 years ago, the Twins franchise, then known as the Washington Senators won it all, 7 ing the N.Y. Giants in the World Series, winning (4-3) in #7, with Walter Johnson pitching great and I can still hear my dad lamenting the fact balls hit by player manager, Bucky Harris and then Earl Mc Neely took bad hops, the former hitting a pebble, a fact well etched into his excellent memory, (mine I hate or love to say is ridiculous, great and oh just watch “Kane” and what Mr. Cotten’s character says regard) and going over the great player, Fred Lindstrom’s head in the 8th and then the 12th and final inning.
So 100 and not 40, and who even gave any thought to the Detroit Tigers, who 40 years ago won 35 of their first FORTY games and eventually the ’84 crown, under George Anderson (no “Sparky” for me as I asked the hotel operator for George Anderson that year, which amused the excellent researcher, Bob Yanofsky).
Yet, barring what would be among the most epic of collapses, the collapse will be Minnesota’s and not either of the ’84 ALCS opponents, Detroit (Tigers) or Kansas City (Royals), the latter “flirting” with such, but K.C. , the team that lost 106 last year, won all 3 at Wash, and now as with “Det,” only need 1 of 6 decisions involving them and the Twins to go their way, to qualify for the 12 team tournament, that starts Tuesday, (Hurricane Helene or not).
Excessive gambling, which due to the bombardment of “come bet” ads (James, another example of you being a disgrace, you really need the money to in any way, “justify” doing these come ons), will skyrocket, so perhaps I, who does cite it here, (however, please know, do what I do, which is take significant money out of the equation or better yet do not bet– and certainly if you have not, do NOT start!!) can help even one of you, with this example.
There is a bettor who did what is called “bridge-jumping,” i.e. putting up “mucho dinero to win un poco,” in this case, 50 thousand dollars to win 500, (that is beyond sick and stupid, but again gambling is a disease, sadly a progressive one at that,!!) on the Tigers to miss the ‘offs, (what I call the 12 team tournament.)
Hopefully, and likely he can afford the financial loss, but he or she (women bet also!!) can financially afford the loss, but the person in ? clearly needs help, which I suppose all of us do.
Now this great scene, “Bridge Jumping” a part, from the seminal, prescient film “Network.” Enjoy it!! William Holden tells the story to Peter Finch, who won a posthumous Academy Award for his performance in the Sidney Lumet directed, (screenplay by Paddy Chayefsky) treasure.
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Certainly it has, but maybe had been a good publicity year for the WNBA as the presence of Caitlin Clark led a surge of interest.
Now Clark and her Indiana Fever team are out as all 4 best of 3 WNBA “quarters” resulted in 2 game sweeps for the higher ranked, pretty heavy favorites.
Those teams the top ranked New York Liberty, two time champion Las Vegas Aces, who clash next in the semis in a redux of last year’s final round taken by L.V. 3 games to 1, Minnesota Lynx and Connecticut Sun now comprise a formidable quartet of “semis” entrants.
It is too bad that due to the Olympics (was it really necessary for the women of the WNBA to aid another crown/gold medal, one by the way, not all that impressively won in the final game?) these semis begin on Sunday September 29th, in what turns out to likely be regular season baseball’s penultimate day (Hurricane Helene has forced a very likely meaningful 1 or 2 games Mets at Braves on Monday, more on this for sure in next few days posts) and the 4th week of NFL play.
Of course ESPN, sans football on Sunday will air WNBA, not so Monday night when it has pro, for a second straight week with partner ABC, there are 2 tilts.
Larry Csonka and Jim Kiick one “Butch Cassidy,” the other “The Sundance Kid” were an incredible running backs duo for the great Miami Dolphins but it was when they added Eugene “Mercury” Morris, who died days back at age 76, that the trio became not so arguably the greatest among NFL running backs trios.
Oh to watch “Merc” run, with move, speed and so important as it is a team game after all, behind one of the greatest offensive lines in NFL history!
I think Dallas, after all their near misses would have still won but the great coach Don Shula admitted his mistake in not playing Morris in the 6th Supe after the ’71 season.
The next 2 seasons with the great trio of runners and much else Miami went unbeaten and then I still say and the late Jim Kiick essentially agreed when I asked him at a place called Rascal’s in 1992, that the ‘Phins weere even better, despite 2 losses, one in a meaningless tilt, i believe.
Those crowns were with Morris, who Giants’ fans recall becoming one of their biggest rooters as they were to play the undefeated Patriots in the Supe.
So one less ’72 Dolphin to celebrate when the last undefeated team loses this season and he Mercury Morris will be sorely missed.
Eugene “Mercury” Morris, pictured above.
One way to quantify and perhaps put in perspective (I know as Mr. Barnum did long before and famously “Bartletted,” that one such is born every minute) the incredible plethora of outright upsets is to cite the number of contestants (at 1,000 an entry with Barnum clearly having no need to say I told you so) already out of the so called Circa (Resort and Hotel Casino, non compensated “plug”) Survivor Contest. It is, no surprise located in L.Vegas, Nevada).
There were 14,000 plus entries and only just over 600 contest entries remain “alive.” That means roughly 95 percent of the entries have gone “bye-bye.”
Now the more conventional look with some notes after 3 weeks of NFL play.
There are five (3-0) teams, the Steelers under Mike Tomlin, who deserves credit as does his wife, for all the work he did in the mostly Jewish community, after the shooting there took lives some years back, 2 time champion Chiefs, and Bills in the A.F.C. while the Seahawks and Vikings are NFC (3-0) teams. (The baseball counterparts of the Seattle Seahawks (Mariners), Minnesota Vikings (Twins), and K.C. Chiefs (Royals) are three of the four teams (Detroit Tigers the other), battling, in this the last week of the “reg,” for 2 remaining wild card spots.
The flip side shows three (0-3) teams, all AFC’ers, the Tennessee Titans, Cincinnati Bengals and Jacksonville Jaguars.
Two this post. Playing off the title, click above greats Glen Campbell and Jimmy Webb, respectively sang/sing and wrote it to view Mr. Campbell perform “By The Time I Get To Phoenix.”
The applicable “kept on/keep on” Jimmy Webb lyric, shown below.
“But She’ll just hear that phone keep on ringing.”
Andy B Sports 