Excellent piece Josh. And I have to say that was the best use of motherfucker since Die Hard.

How Jim Rice got more support for a HOF career then Dewey is a mystery to me. Complete player. In the last week you've made two of my top 10 players that I've seen come back to life.

2: Yeah, Dewey was egregiously underrated by the HOF voters.

As for a comparison to Rice, I guess he was not seen as the star that Jim Rice was, Rice for a fairly long time reigning in public perception (and in the perception of rival players, too, I think) as the most dangerous slugger in the league. Dwight never got that same widespread acclaim, maybe because his batting average, home run, and RBI totals were generally not as gaudy as Rice's had been. Dewey's rep probably would be higher if he was playing now, when OBP and OPS are more widely spoken of and understood. Also, Dewey sort of gradually snuck up on stardom, for many years batting low in the Sox order, whereas Jim Rice was a middle of the order star from his first year. Those "first impressions" probably helped shape people's hard-to-shake ideas of each guy.

But if it were up to me, they'd both be in the Hall.

What a finish.

"consolation prizes to numb the general sense that my life was like a game in the hands of an unraveling bullpen."

Awesome.

Here's what I figured out about Josh's writing. Normally, I sort of speed-read through blogs . But Josh demands that you slow down to savor. It's just fantastic.

Evans? His best year arguably was a strike year. He was a late bloomer and alot of his value was defensive which, even today, is hard to value; let alone when there wasn't a whole battalion of folks recording ball in play data. I have no problem with Rice making the HOF (I usually steer clear of Cooperstown debates), but it's a shame that Dewey and his brother from another Darrell got only cursory glances.

5 per usual put it better than I could. I was just now struggling to find a way to praise Josh other than "Dude! Awesome!!" but the distraction of my ten-year old son tugging on my arm wondering why I was reading the piece so slowly was too much to overcome.

So I'm left with... Dude! Awesome!!

Remember Dewey's last swing through the AL with the Orioles?
Damned strange it was to see him in the orange and black.

8: Jarring. I try not to think about it too much.

What were the most jarring late career "wrong uniform" sights, in baseball or otherwise? Joe Namath in a Rams uniform and Clyde Frazier toiling for the Cleveland Cavaliers come to mind.

I vote for:
1) Franco Harris in a Seahawks uniform
2) Yogi Berra coaching for the Houston Astros
3) Steve Carlton in a Cleveland Indians uni

Whaddya know:
SI.com has a photo gallery of "Legends in the Wrong Uniforms" that includes two of the three I mentioned, and one of yours as well.
(Swear I didn't look at it before I posted.)
It's at:

http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/multimedia/photo_gallery/2005/06/03/odd.uniforms.ad/content.1.html

I think that picture of Franco in the Seahawks uni may be the only one.

ALot of guys in baseball wore weird unis at the end of their careers:

Ruth - Boston Braves
Eddie Matthews - Tigers
Too many Dodgers and Giants were Mets
Warren Spahn was a Met
Harmon Killebrew - Royals
The Red Sox were notorious for squeezing out the last at bats of immobile sluggers: Jack Clark, Larry Parish, Rob Deer, et al.

I always thought Bob Horner as a brief member of the Go-Go Cardinals was discombobulating.

Juan Marichal as a Dodger and Orel Hershiser as a Giant. Yuck.

John Unitas in a Chargers powder blue uni was disquieting.

Here's one for Josh:

The Chief as a Charlotte Hornet. And a Bull after that.

Durocher as Giants manager in 1950, after being suspended as Dodgers manager for all of 1949.

Not that I was there to see it, but I've read a bit.

Mays and Hodges and Snider as Mets.

Tom Seaver in either a Reds or White Sox uniform.

16: Ouch.

17: Don't forger Tom Seaver as a Red Sox. As for Mays, somehow that one doesn't seem as jarring to me. Wasn't it sort of a return to his NY Giants roots, in a way?

18 My lord, if I'd ever known that Seaver spent half a season as a Red Sox, as Baseball Reference tells me, I'd forgotten it.

Bleah.

Speaking of Sox, Carlton Fisk going from Red to White.

When did Miller start making Genuine Draft? I'm pretty sure we'r ethe same age--I turn 39 in October--and I don't remember MGD arriving until 1987 or 88. Maybe Cape Cod got the first few batches...

Growing up in Philly, seeing Carlton in anything other than a Phillie uniform was particularly jarring. Then again, hearing him talk to the media once he left Philly was also jarring.

20: Yes, good question. The reason I specifically remember what beer the fridge was stocked with was because my grandfather made such a big production that this new invention--draft beer in a bottle!--was "the best damn beer [he'd] ever had." He was always very quick to embrace a new innovation and declare it the "best damn [whatever it was] ever." To be honest, I can't remember for sure if Genuine Draft debuted in his fridge in the summer of '85 or in '86.

yeah dwight evans. yeah

man.. he was no Darrell Evans.

Ramblin Pete!!!!!!!!!!

I WORSHIPPED Dwight Evans. Played right field, batted in a crouch, everything.

As always, great, great, great piece of writing.

In 1977, during the last stages of the dismantling of the Oakland A's dynasty, I decided to give up watching professional baseball. It was too painful to watch the ragtag group of no-names and minor leaguers that barely tried to passed itself off as a major league team. But just before the start of the 1978 season, I realized that I missed baseball too much, that I couldn't stand not paying attention, that I just couldn't NOT care. So I steeled myself and prepared to root for a team that I knew would be awful, a team that was going to lose a lot of games, a team whose victories would be few and far between.

There seemed to be a lot of A's killers back then, players who always seemed to come up with the big hit that would put the game away for their team and cement yet another A's loss. Foremost among them was that damn Dwight Evans from the damn Red Sox. They were a team that had more fans at the A's home games than the A's themselves. They were always bigger and better than the A's, and they always seemed to get the breaks. So one sunny afternoon I was taking in an A's-Red Sox game, and for once the A's seemed to have the upper hand for most of the game. The A's held a 2 run lead and had up-and-coming pitching prospect Matt Keough on the mound, one of the few promising bright spots for the A's that year. And then the Red Sox got a couple of runners aboard, and goddamn Dwight Evans came to the plate, looking like he always did against the A's, looking like he was going to kick some ass. But Keough didn't give in, and they battled to a 2 strike count. Then Keough threw a pitch that was either swung on and missed, or just called a strike, and Evans started to stride toward the dugout, but then stopped as he realized the umpire hadn't rung him up, but just called strike two!

WHAT!?!?

Everybody in the stadium knew it was strike three! The A's knew it, the fans knew it, the announcers knew it, and the scoreboard operator knew it! Hell, Evans himself knew it! Everyone knew it except the umpire himself, but he also knew that this was the pathetic Oakland A's, and that nobody was going to make too much of a stink about it in Oakland. Not like they would, he knew, in Boston. So the umpire stood his ground, and despite Keough going nearly ballistic at the blown count, the umpire didn't ask for help or change his mind. So Keough went back to the mound to try and collect himself and try to finish off Evans and kill the threat. But you could see he was still agitated as he gathered himself, wound up, and delivered the next pitch, a fastball down the middle of the plate. Evans bat swooped down like a hawk on a wounded pidgeon and swept the ball high and deep out to right field, well over the fence and deep into the bleachers. Before the ball cleared the fence, Keough was off the mound and blasting the umpire with a barrage of profanity. This time there was no calming him down and he was quickly ejected. Gone was the lead, our pitcher, and any hope of winning the game. We were cheated outright, and the player deep in the middle of the scam, as usual, was Dewey Evans. So I hoipe you'll forgive me if I don't sing the praises of Mr. Evans, as I've always considered him a cheating rat bastard.

Great story. Thanks for sharing it, CMcFood.

I dug around in Matt Keough's info on baseballreference.com and could not find a situation that exactly matched the details of the story, but I think this game (which was in 1979 and which was tied late, with no runners on, when Dewey struck) seems like the likeliest candidate:

http://tinyurl.com/289lo9

Dewey's other three homers off Keough came considerably later, in '82 and '83, and don't seem to echo the details of your story.

That seems to be the case lately, where several of the actual details of stories from my youth don't match my personal recollections, and they're always stretched in favor of making the story more dramatic. Curious, eh? I swear I'm not doing it on purpose.