
"Bernie is the only man I know who turned fall into summer with one wave of his magic wand."
– Bill Lee
Summers are never the same once your days as a student come to an end, so in a way my last real summer came in 1990, just after I graduated from college. That last summer ended with a thin rice-paper letter from China.
I’d been planning to return to Shanghai to teach and to live with the young woman I’d fallen in love with during a recent semester abroad, but the letter from the woman let me know I’d have to make other plans. She'd met another guy. I’d been working on the college campus maintenance crew to save up money for a ticket to China, and when I got the fractured-English Dear John letter I used the money to meander around Europe instead.
The Red Sox were battling for a playoff berth as I left, and the first time I bought a Herald-Tribune to check on them I read about Tom Brunansky extending summer a little longer by making a spectacular game-winning, division-clinching catch in the very last moment of the regular season. The magic-wand catch made me wonder if this was going to be the year when summer finally lived forever for the Red Sox. But by the second time I checked a Herald-Tribune, which seems in my memory to have been the next day, but which must have been at least a few days later, the Red Sox had already been dumped from the playoffs by the Oakland A’s. Summer was gone for good, and all I could do was wander around until the money ran out.
Another summer may soon be over for the Red Sox, but you never know. They've been in worse spots. In 1975, for example, the Red Sox trailed the Cincinnati Reds three games to two and were losing by three runs with two outs in the 8th inning when the man pictured here was sent in to pinch hit. He fell behind in the count, barely fouled off a pitch to stay alive, then drilled a three-run home run over the centerfield fence. Summer was back. Not only that, Carbo ensured that the summer of 1975 was one of those rare seasons that would live forever; as Boston's native son Jonathan Richman might have put it: "That summer feeling's gonna haunt you the rest of your life."
No telling if there's any summer feeling left in the 2007 Red Sox. But they've been told in other years that summer was over and have refused to listen. Even some of the players who weren't around in 2004 have experience turning sure fall back into summer, chief among those being relative newcomer Josh Beckett, tonight's starting pitcher, who started the Marlins improbable comeback in the 2003 NLCS by beating the Cubs with his team down three games to one, just like his team is tonight (Game 5 set to start at 8:21 ET on FOX). Though the Indians seem to want to obscure that memory of Beckett's with a memory more redolent of endings tonight (they have hired Beckett's ex-girlfriend as their National Anthem singer), I'm hoping Beckett has one more day of sizzling summer in his right arm.
Sometime around then, they started selling the USA Today in Sweden. It was expensive, and I had very little money, but they had boxscores! So every once in a while, I'd treat myself to a USA Today, and savor those boxscores. I had no clue that one day the Internet would make such things available everywhere instantaneously, but that was my first sign the world was growing smaller.
Is Jacoby Ellsbury ever going to play again?
Francona seemeth befuddled. Is this a matter best left to the discretion of tribal elders?
Pedroia 2B
Youkilis 1B
Ortiz DH
Ramirez LF
Lowell 3B
Kielty RF
Varitek C
Crisp CF
Lugo SS
Beckett P
Indians:
Sizemore CF
Cabrera 2B
Hafner DH
Martinez C
Garko 1B
Peralta SS
Lofton LF
Gutierrez RF
Blake 3B
Sabathia P
Anyways, here's hoping that we see a couple more of these cards and you can break out some pics of Dante Bichette and Mike Lansing next week.
3 : Yeah, Fisk (and Dewey) have their own personal immortality because of that game (among other things), but I always had a special soft spot for Carbo. And yes, I want to see Ellsbury! He's not playing tonight because a lefty is on the mound (not that Francona would start him anyway, it seems).
5 : Thanks for the lineups, Bob. (Thanks also to Bob for sending me the link about Beckett's girlfriend singing the anthem tonight.)
6 : Wow, that is a long hot summer.
I had a little of that happen to me in the very early 90's mainly because I was working/supervising our little crop fields in Mex.
11 : I admit it, that Kevin Millar piece got me a little pumped up. Tessie!
I probably would have but the first couple innings were all about shoving dinner in my face.
19 : That's the longest single since Robin Ventura's "Grand Single" for the Mets in '99 (I think it was '99).
Fair batted ball that travels over the yellow line on top of the outfield wall (on the fly): HOME RUN.
She asked him about Joe Torre.
Does everything going on in sports have to relate to Joe Torre?
On June 10, 1974, Schmidt hit what many felt should have been a home run when the ball hit the public address speaker that hung 117 feet above and 329 feet away from home plate at the Astrodome in Houston. The ball hit the speaker, fell to the field, and, by the Astrodome's ground rules, remained in play. Since Schmidt had already started his slow home-run trot, he was held to a single. (There were runners on first and second when the ball was hit, and they each advanced only one base.) Many experts agree the ball would have traveled in excess of 500 feet.
Was Joe Torre present at the game?
Can this be related to Joe Torre?
I only want to know what happens in this game as it pertains to Joe Torre.
Just wanted to get my Torre reference in so I could blend into the scenery.
I was at the game BEFORE the Brunansky sliding catch game. I remember vividly tracking the Blue Jay score via radio and whispering it to my seatmates.
I was also in love, with someone I have never gotten over, who I was stupid enough to give the Dear John letter TO.
Way to place the ball there, Papi.
And honestly, can we stop with 1986 and 2004 references? Those teams are as dead as Charlemagne.
Can SOMEBODY besides these two get a hit, please?
"The season may depend on Bobby Kielty."
"Moo goo gai pan!"
"General Tsao's Chicken!"
There were no DVDs.
Java had just been released.
There was no such thing as Viagra.
Osama Bin Laden had yet to declare war on America.
Dean Witter and Morgan Stanley were two separate companies.
Tony Blair was not yet Prime Minister of England.
There was no such thing as Fox News.
The Bulls were the best team in the NBA; the Cowboys in the NFL.
There was no iPod, and Apple was not in good financial shape.
Princess Diana was still alive.
The term "blog" had yet to be coined.
Both Tupac and Notorious B.I.G. were still alive.
So were Allen Ginsburg and William S. Burroughs.
So were James Stewart and Robert Mitchum.
Tommy Lasorda was still managing the Dodgers. Peter O'Malley was still the owner. Dodger post-game host Kevin Kennedy was managing the Red Sox.
It might seem like Torre's firing is being overplayed, but a lot of young baseball fans can't remember when the Yankees had anyone else as manager.
My favorite thing about the almost flyball/fight was Lofton's backward-leaning "I hope somebody holds me back soon" approach toward Beckett.
52 : Thanks, Sam DC.
But I did get to tell people at work about Fred Merkle and get paid for it.
Torre gave fans a reason to buy WS compilations.
Java had just been released.
Torre created the pfx.
There was no such thing as Viagra.
Fans of other teams are punchless after playing Torre.
Osama Bin Laden had yet to declare war on America.
Clearly a Sox fan.
Dean Witter and Morgan Stanley were two separate companies.
They had to merge to handle Torre's salary.
Tony Blair was not yet Prime Minister of England.
Only one Tory can lead at a time.
There was no such thing as Fox News.
A counter to Torre's unfair and unbalanced domination of the league.
The Bulls were the best team in the NBA; the Cowboys in the NFL.
Torre destroyed dynasties irregardless of their sport.
There was no iPod, and Apple was not in good financial shape.
Two words, Torre podcasts.
One, two, skip a few...
Tommy Lasorda was still managing the Dodgers. Peter O'Malley was still the owner. Dodger post-game host Kevin Kennedy was managing the Red Sox.
Enough said.
I just saw an ad for "Levitra" and I swear some of the side effects were " flushing, blushing and running of the mouth". I admit I am tired.
And isn't Snow supposed to become the Giants new hitting coach?
He was the ROY in 1970 for The Sporting News.
Check out this "Where is Carbo Now" story....
http://archive.sportingnews.com/features/wherearethey/carbo/
Man, he was pretty far gone, and somehow found strength to carry on.
One of the things I liked about that article is the exchange between Carbo and Pete Rose after Carbo's homer. I've seen elsewhere that Rose kept remarking to anyone within earshot about how much fun he was having during that game. Say what you want about him, the dude loved playing baseball.
One of the funnest players to just watch play the game. I have a video of the 1975 all-star game, and Rose really just shines, by his determination, his hustle, and his grittiness. He hit lead-off and drills a pitch into center for a single. Morgan pounds a single, and there goes Rose chugging on all cylinders racing towards third. He launches into that gorgeous head-first slide. Like Superman the guy just lays himself out parallel to the ground, into that superhero dive, which seems to be really far from the bag. He lands spraying dirt everywhere and lands perfectly on the bag . . . safe, of course. Wow. That is cool shit.
Later in the game he made a diving catch in leftfield. Just impressive, all out player. (He was selected as the starting LFer, even though he was playing third base that season.)
As one who used to play a drinking game during the NFL heyday of Reggie White et al. that hinged on evangelical references during interviews, I really expect more from ol' Trot...
Fascinating article. No Maxim magazines, or obscenity-laced music, yet they play in a stadium named after a purveyor of alcoholic beverages...
One wonders what Dan O'Dowd and Clint Hurdle would make of Lastings "Bend Ya Neez" Milledge's nascent rap career.
For the record I still stand firmly behind my belief that when Gary Carter said "He was with me..," following Game 5 of the 1986 NLCS, he was referring to Charlie Kerfeld.
Roger Angell's vibrant description of this incident, from his book The Summer Game,can be read here (two paragraphs in length):
http://tinyurl.com/2rcjj2
82 : Thanks for those links. On top of those two plays, Carbo also had an earlier pinch-hit homer in the '75 series.
Hershiser, who claimed to have a "personal relationship with The Lord" in his thoughtful and well-written best-selling tome Between the Lines: Nine Principles to Live By was spotted chatting with The Almighty halfway through lead-off man Shawon Dunston's extremely long, tense and grueling at bat - with the Mets trailing by one run and a nerve-wracking sense of bitter forboeding cloaking the entire stadium.
Dunston eventually singled, the skies opened, a few walks were issued, Robin Ventura ultimately hit the miraculous "Grand Slam Single," and the rest, as they say, is history.
Nowadays, I don't think the IHT even tries to keep up with sports scores, but people don't buy it for that anyway. In fact, now that they no longer have classified ads for escort services, I don't know why anyone buys it.
Bottom line: the IHT sucks, always has, still does. It has an aging-American-expat-in-Paris-whose-image-of-home-hasn't-changed-since-the-50s kind of aesthetic. And it's completely unnecessary now that there's the web.
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