
I
have been staring at this Vicente Romo card for over an hour and I
still don't know where to start. With his giant head? With his puzzling
pose, which seems to suggest any number of scenarios such as that he's
playing air piano or putting a hex on the opposition or leeringly
blocking a ball girl from exiting the field? With the fact that by the
time this card made its way to my 7-year-old hands in East Randolph,
Vermont, Vicente Romo had already been released from the San Diego
Padres?
The release is puzzling, due to the fact that Romo had
been a fairly effective relief pitcher for some time--as the back of the
card puts it in the customary caveman syntax of baseball card text,
Romo was "one of club's top firemen." I guess the lesson here is that
no one really knows what's going to happen from one day to the next.
One minute you could be horsing around during one in a seemingly
endless succession of yearly Topps photo shoots, and the next minute
you could be packing up your locker.
When Romo was released, he
had a perfectly even won-loss record of 31 and 31. He wasn't that
great, but he wasn't that bad either. He had just completed a season in
which he had gone 5 and 5, proving that he had mastered this kind of
reliable albeit somewhat dubious consistency. But is there not a place
for us Vicente Romo types who maybe don't continuously find innovative
ways to widen the profit streams of our employers a hundredfold but who
also don't accidentally burn company headquarters down after a
negligently concluded cigarette break?
Well, apparently not.
Romo did not latch on with another major league club in 1975. Perhaps
word had gotten around that his best days were behind him. After all,
he was 31 years old (a year for each win and for each loss), no longer
young enough to be counted among the developing guys who might suddenly
blossom into something better than what they were. He did not play in
the majors in 1976, either, or in 1977, 1978, 1979, 1980, or in the
strike-marred season of 1981.
But in 1982 Vicente Romo returned.
The incredible, improbable comeback of a man who had been out of the
majors for exactly as long as he'd been in the majors was only slightly
overshadowed by the fact that Romo finished the season with a 1 and 2
record. He vanished from whence he came when the season ended, and did
not reappear on a major league roster in the next year, or the one
after that, or the one after that, or ever. But even to this day there
are those of us who believe that Vicente Romo will return once again to
even his record and to prove that anything that is gone can return.
pete millerman said...
In my faded memory, then White-Sock Ed Hermann was forever cursed to be always just a smidgen slower than his Minnesota doppelganger and counterpart Glenn Borgmann in that eternal competition between burly, mustachioed, second-string American League West catchers whose names ended in matching double consonants....
12:26 PM
pete millerman said...
Perhaps he'll turn up, poignantly, as a bench coach for the Atlantic City Surf of the lowly, independent Can-Am leauge.
And be somehow pressed into action one particularly grey and stormy late September afternoon....
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