Jack Clark, the last of a series of talented young outfielders that passed through the Giants outfield in the 1970s in the wake of Willie Mays, is shown here as a young wax figure with a face bearing an eerie similarity to the Wicked Witch of the West. Before Clark, the Giants had been unable to win in the post-Mays era despite the burgeoning talents of Bobby Bonds, Ken Henderson, George Foster, Garry Maddox, Gary Matthews, and Dave Kingman. With Clark, they still couldn’t break through and win the division, and eventually they gave up and traded him to the Cardinals for David Green, Gary Rajsich, Dave LaPoint, and Jose Uribe. While these four nondescript professionals did little to dissipate the Giants’ long post-Mays fog, Clark promptly led the Cardinals to two National League pennants in three years, his ability to hit for power in cavernous Busch Stadium earning him a reputation as one of the most fearsome sluggers in the league.
He cashed in on this reputation by signing a lucrative free agent deal with the Yankees before the 1988 season. He hit 27 home runs and drew 113 walks for New York that year, but the Yankees, perhaps unwisely choosing to focus on his .242 batting average instead of his power and .381 on-base percentage, shuttled him to San Diego along with Pat Clements for the unimpressive package of Lance McCullers, Jimmy Jones, and Stan Jefferson.
A couple years later, after continuing his usual late-career pattern of walking a lot, hitting for power, and missing significant chunks of the season due to injury, Jack Clark came to the Red Sox. He was 35 years old by this time and ready to settle into a role in which he could throw away his fielders gloves and laze around on the bench between at-bats. The Red Sox were coming off a season in which they won the division despite lacking a premier power hitter, and Clark’s arrival sparked skyrocketing preseason hopes. He had been injured a lot of late, sure, but this season (so went the thinking) was going to be different, and by staying healthy all year and having the Green Monster as an ally he’d surely blast 40 home runs and amass 140 RBI as the Red Sox rode his broad shoulders all the way to a long-awaited World Series win.
That kind of desperate, ridiculous hope was part of the culture of Red Sox fandom back then. I know I bought into it. I thought Jack Clark was going to be The Man.
It didn’t work out that way. It never does. I should know. At that time I was in my early twenties and I applied this kind of straining, suffocating hope to every facet of my life. Every sentence I wrote was going to be the one that sprung open the gates of some as yet undiscovered genius. Every woman who so much as inadvertently brushed against me on the subway or accidentally glanced my way while standing at the bar and ordering drinks was going to be the one to banish my solitude and grace some new redeemed life with undying love. It had a way, this constant grasping for miracles, of saturating the world with disappointment.
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(Love versus Hate update: Jack Clark's back-of-the-card "Play Ball" result has been added to the ongoing contest.)
The Orioles famous trade was obtaining Glenn Davis in exchange for Steve Finley, Curt Schilling and Pete Harnisch.
Let's see how that worked out. Career numbers after the trade:
Glenn Davis 185 games, 170 hits, 24 HRs, 85 RBI, 83 runs, 3 seasons
Steve Finley 2360 games, 2375 hits, 299 HRs, 1105 RBI, 1363 runs, 17 seasons
Curt Schilling 431 starts, 215 wins, 3192 innings, 3074 K, 3 20-win seasons, 17+ seasons
Pete Harnisch 268 starts, 95 wins, 1654 innings, 1166 K, 11 seasons
And of course,
number of Orioles 20 game winnners since 1990 - 0
number of World Series appearances since 1990 - 0
If it makes you feel better, the Astros also pummeled the Red Sox in a trade around that time (Bagwell for Larry Andersen). For that matter, the Orioles also scored a pretty good one off the Sox by swapping Mike Boddicker for Brady Anderson and Schilling.
The Yankees' trade of Clark was one in a string of puzzling moves they made on the way to the bottom of the AL.
Also, another Jack Clark-inspired question on my mind: Can anyone think of an organization that produced more top notch outfielders in a short period of time than the Giants in the 1970s?
The Red Sox did pretty well that decade with Rice, Lynn, and Dewey, but the Giants beat them on sheer numbers.
Baseball made Clark rich but, if memory serves, he spent alot of money on collecting cars. Then he wasted the rest.
I think the Mets must have forgotten about Ellis losing his plate nerve after getting hit in the face with a pitch in 1980. Never was the same after that, power wise, at least. As I also remember, that is about the time he started wearing a football style facemask attached to his batting helmet, sort of an odd looking thing, much like a QB would wear, to protect his face of another errant pitch.
Jeff Reardon, I think we all have heard of him and his 367 career saves, 349 of them coming after leaving the Mets in that trade.
6 : I think I mentioned this before somewhere, but I distinctly recall a subway ad for the Mets in the West 4th Street station in the early '80s that featured Valentine, Foster, and Kingman and proclaimed something like "The Power Is On!"
Jack the Ripper was one of my favorites as well. I loved the violence to his swing.
L.A. Dodger failed slugger messiahs: Dick Allen, Frank Robinson, the Darryl Strawberry/ Eric Davis combo. But Jimmy Wynn worked out well for one year, Reggie Smith for several, Dusty Baker - to some extent - after his first miserable year, Gary Sheffield, Shawn Green - until his shoulders died.
1909 - Tris Speaker
1910 - Harry Hooper
Duffy Lewis
1916 - Tilly Walker
1919 - some guy named Ruth who didn't want to pitch anymore
That might not match the quantity of the Giants, but for the sheer quality and the numbers they put up, I'll take this group any day.
Along those lines, the Yankees probably have a similar stretch somewhere, maybe a Henrich/Keller/Dimaggio/Bauer type thing (too lazy to check into that).
Isn't that what life is like in your early 20's, though? Stumbling through women, bad, good, and mostly wrong, until you come in contact with someone who vaguely fits your hopelessly unrealistic ideals of love? Eventually she breaks your heart, and you realize what you wanted was too much, that her virtues were in reality vices when turned 180 degrees. Love is blind, but maybe the blinders come off -- any article of clothing worn on the head will do that when you're hit in the back of the head with a baseball bat.
Leak:
http://tinyurl.com/4tkspm
Witch:
http://tinyurl.com/4s6f38
15 : Nicely said.
Name - Seasons Played, Age in 1973
Yaz - 23 seasons - 33 yrs old
Reggie Smith - 17 seasons - 28 yrs old
Dewey - 20 seasons - 21 yrs old
Rice - 16 seasons - 20 yrs old
Lynn - 17 seasons - 21 yrs old
Oglivie - 16 seasons - 24 yrs old
Beniquez - 17 seasons - 23 yrs old
Rick Miller - 15 seasons - 25 yrs old
And if there were a god, Tony C was only 28 yrs old.
Since the golden age of Red Sox Of's, I can only think of Greenwell and Trot Nixon have had relatively productive careers and Greenwell only played 12 years and Trot looks like he may done at 11 years.
The 1973 Giants were loaded at the same time, Matthews, Maddox, Bonds, Kingman but not to the depth of the Red Sox.
That was truly a golden era. I have found myself looking back fondly on this period, throwing myself so deeply into music, and art, and when I found out high school girls were attracted to college guys...ah, bliss.
Another guy they brought in who was supposed to turn them around was Frank Viola.
As I recall, he had two decent years and blew out his arm.
The first big-league game I ever saw was Frank Viola's first win as a Red Sox.
There wouldn't be that many.
Remarkable to compare where that ballclub is now to where it was 15 years ago.
Langston was obtained in May 1989 from the Seattle Mariners (with a PTBNL that became Mike Campbell) in exchange for Randy Johnson, Brian Holman and Gene Harris.
Colon was obtained in June 2002 from the Clevelan Indians in exchange for (ouch!) Lee Stevens, Brandon Phillips, Cliff Lee and Grady Sizemore.
Thanks to RetroSheet and Baseball Reference.
It's a little more complicated than that.
The Clark signing was a classic 1980's Steinbrenner move. Whenever George saw a shiny new toy he had to have it, so he ended up signing free agents willy-nilly, whether they made any sense or not. Clark didn't. The Yankees already had a first baseman who was better than Clark, and they had a pretty good outfield as well (Henderson, Winfield, Waschington).
That left DH, and it turned out that Clark didn't like being a DH. Actually, it turned out Clark didn't like a lot of stuff. When he didn't like being a full-time DH they started giving him some time in the OF and at 1B, but then he didn't like not having a set role. They also brought in another pointless righty DH - Ken Phelps, in exchange for Jay Buhner (if you guys want to talk about bad trades).
What it came down to, finally, was that Clark didn't like being a Yankee, and he requested a trade before the season was over. Maybe they could have gotten more for him, but everybody's unhappiness and mismanagement had made that unlikely.
I was perfectly happy to see Clark leave. I thought he was a jerk, and I didn't much care what they got for him as long as he was gone. And as bad trades go, the Yankees far surpassed that one in mid-1989: Rickey Henderson back to Oakland for Greg Cadaret, Eric Plunk and Luis Polonia (or, as I called him, "Polish Louie.")
But, believe it or not, Jack Clark has had a lasting influence on the Yankees - or, more precisely, on the Stadium. When they signed him, they tinkered with the left-field fences yet again. Opening Day, 1988, was the first time I saw the "399" sign in "Death Valley," a sign I still consider insulting. Since the new Stadium will retain the currstn dimensions, Jack Clark is immortalized as a Yankee.
22 : The Expos also deserve mention as an OF factory in the late-70s/early 80s with Cromartie, Dawson, Valentine, and Raines.
23 : Karim Garcia was once thought a potential savior?!?!?
24 : Much thanks for that great info about the background on Clark as a Yankee. Very interesting. (One small point: Phelps was a lefty, which of course is not to say that made it OK to have both him and the equally immobile Clark on the same roster.)
That Giant team was full of religious people, led by Bob Knepper, who famously was (mis)quoted as saying a game-losing base hit he gave up was "God's will." Clark at one point declared he was a Christian. But then the next thing you know, there's a picture of his johnson in Hustler. Does anyone else remember that?
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