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Woodie Fryman
2008-05-16 08:29
Unless I’m forgetting something, always a distinct possibility, there is only one former major league city. I'm not counting the borough where I lived for many years, Brooklyn, which is a part of a larger city that from what I understand has major league baseball affiliation of some sort. Of course, the same can no longer be said about Montreal. Big league baseball has left other cities before, such as Baltimore, Milwaukee, Washington, and Seattle, but it always returned to those cities like a guy crawling back to an old girlfriend he’d once dumped. "It can be like it was, only better, I promise," the guy pleads, a heart-shaped box of candies in one arm, flowers in the other. This from the same guy who’d once explained that the relationship had grown stagnant and empty then packed up everything but some mildewed jockstraps and sped off to his sexy, sun-drenched new life without even turning back to wave. What the guy deserves is a kick in the nuts. But I’ve never heard of a city, even a formerly spurned city, saying no to major league baseball. It is pleasant to imagine Montreal being the first to refuse an attempt at reconciliation—I envision a torch-bearing mob, led by Warren Cromartie and a wine-breathed, filthy-furred Youppie, scalding the sweets-bearing representative of major league baseball with intricate Gallic curses as he flees across the border, head bleeding from a fresh hockey puck wound. But let's face it. Major league baseball will probably never return to Montreal, so the act of remembering is the only way for the Montreal Expos to endure. In that sense they are the most important team in the world of the Cardboard Gods, a world created solely to hold onto things as they fade. Because lately I keep finding baseball cards all over the place, I haven’t written about the cards from my disappearing childhood for weeks. Though I enjoyed the feeling that I was for the first time in a long time opening my eyes at least a little to the world of the present moment, I have also started feeling a little thin and empty without the ritualistic attempts to connect to my past. With my latest extended meditation of found baseball cards having run its course, I want to reach for an old card that will bring me back that feeling that what is gone can still have some kind of a life. I want to reach for a Montreal Expo. And so today’s prayer is to Woodie Fryman, who after over a decade of mostly anonymous toil for several teams, including an earlier stint with Montreal, finally found a niche as an effective left-handed reliever for the excellent Carter-Dawson-era Expos. He looks in this picture to be someone who would know how to handle a crisis, like a former small-town farmer whose unflappability and natural moral uprightness inspired his townfolk to elect him (though he hadn’t campaigned) to the office of town sheriff, where his keen eye and steady hand allowed him to steer the town through whatever troubles came its way. In fact he looks in this photo as if he may already be in the middle of a crisis. Perhaps a young Ellis Valentine, suffering from a premonition of the beanball that would derail his promising career, has begun raving and screaming and wildly swinging a bat around. While the Rodney Scotts and Scott Sandersons of the world bolt for safety, Woodie Fryman bravely, if also with wise caution, approaches the unstrung rightfielder and attempts to talk him down. "Whoa there, big fella," he seems to have just said, his voice a drawling, mellow tenor, like that of a bluegrass great. "Easy now. Take ’er easy." He is fully prepared all at the same time to continue calming his teammate, to use his glove hand to fend off a lunge from his teammate, or to save another teammate from an attack by taking the hulking maniac down with a skillful leg tackle. It’s natural that I, a panicky coward, would be drawn to such a card, or drawn, more accurately, to embroider this card with such a fiction. But in fact what first drew me to this card was not a need to imagine myself out of myself and into a more sturdy, capable persona, but the more primal need to be protected by such sturdiness. In other words, if I’m imagining myself into this card, I’m not imagining myself as Woodie Fryman but as the unhinged lunatic Woodie Fryman is prepared to help. In my madness I want to escape the moment, to crash through to oblivion, but if I make a run for the empty seats and artificial turf beyond Woodie Fryman, for the oblivion of the Expos as they are now without the mercy of memory, Woodie Fryman will intercede. He'll use words, and if they don't work he’ll drop me with a left cross to the chin or floor me with a shoulder to the solar plexus. One way or another, he'll stop me from disappearing.
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Who thought it looked better to be wearing a jacket than not in this shot? No, leave it on. We want you to look wrinkly as possible in this one.
Also, fictional scenarios aside, Fryman at the time of this photo was on the brink of capping his long career with his three best seasons, posting ERAs of 2.79, 2.25, and 1.88, respectively.
And you had other "major" leagues as well, with all kinds of crazy burgs represented. The next most recent former major league cities would be Newark and Buffalo, who sported Federal League teams in 1915.
I loved every version of their uniform and loved that they played in what looked like a space station. I even went and bought an Expos hat when I was a kid because it didn't seem like I was betraying the Dodgers. Anyhow, that is my Expos memory I felt like adding. I guess I just miss those guys.
5 : Thanks for that memory. Probably Expos fans can't return the love, what with Rick Monday and all, but Montreal and the Dodgers do go back a ways, the Montreal Royals being their top farm team when they were in Brooklyn (Jackie Robinson broke the pro ball color line while playing for Montreal--I think at a game in the aforementioned city of Newark, come to think of it).
I'm sure I could find this out, but I was wondering what's the highest level of baseball being played in Montreal right now. Do they have a minor league team? When I was in Toronto a few years back I saw some really high-level semipro ball, featuring a couple former major leaguers (on a team called the Toronto Maple Leafs); I wonder if there's at the very least a similar team like that in Montreal. Anybody know?
Deep down, I suppose that I keep clinging on the tiny little hope; I keep the faith that eventually, in better circumstances and the like, we would get our baseball team back. I'm probably like the people in Québec City and Winnipeg who lost their NHL team a while ago (to Colorado and Phoenix). The difference is that in those two cities there are still strong movements to get a new team. In Montreal, like you said, 'reconciliation' is still a long way.
I'm sad to think that you are probably right, that baseball will never come back here. I hope that this will never happen to anybody else.
If not a strong movement, is there any kind of movement at all to get a big league team in town? Are any baseball fans switching over to the Blue Jays?
I don't think that people are switching to the Blue Jays, at least not in the francophone community (not much love there for Toronto). Personnally, I don't have any team to follow or seriously root for anymore, so I follow baseball in general!
Of course, for meaningless team names, it's hard to beat the LA Lakers, LA Dodgers, or Utah Jazz.
Well, I went to Montreal, among other places, on my honeymoon in 2003. It became one of my favorite cities in North America. The food was fantastic, and not at all limited to French Canadian fare. We had good Chinese. Its the second best city in the world for Jewish food. The famous smoked meat sandwich (available at the ballpark) is really a slight revision of good corned beef. There's great nightlife and arts. I got the feeling that Montreal is Canada's version of San Francisco. If you grow up in Canada, and you're a little different or eccentric, that's where you gravitate.
Anyway, during my very own honeymoon, I got to check out an Expos game at Le Stade Olympique (sp? French=not so good). It was a very surprising experience. The Expos were in their very last renaissance, on the cusp of contention behind Vlad, Javy Vazquez, and Fernando Vina. There was a vibe in town that, "Hey we used to love this team, and we're about to lose them." There was talk of Staub, and the Hawk, and so on. Anyway, when we got to the park, instead of the crowd of 1,419 that I came to expect from all those tv games, there were nearly 30,000. The lower level was completely full, and loud.
I compare my desire to "collect" ballpark visits to my wife's bird-watching. In assembling my life list, I'm very aware of the growing number of "extinct" ballparks I've been to (including the 'stick, where Woodie Fryman is pictured in its brief Astroturf era). As a side note, I'm not sure if I get to count the LA Colisuem (from the March 29 exhibition) on my life list, or as an "extinct" park. Montreal is my only extinct city obviously, and there was a certain sense, when I saw the Expos there, that people were coming out to admire the last dodo bird.
12 : Interesting point about the team name. The soccer team here in Chicago is also named for an event, ridiculously (The Chicago Fire).
13 : Great stuff, Jacob L.
Where else could you get poutine at a balpark? (OK, you can still get it in Winooski, but that ain't the majors.)
I never could figure out the Expos hat. Was it supposed to me a multicolored "M"? I always saw "elb" in it, and could never figure that out.
And Woddie Fryman was one of those cardboard gods that looks perpetually 50 years old, no matter what age he was at the time.
I take Neyer's word as law, but unfortunately, the article only mentions Valentine in passing, so I don't know his view on the real reason for Ellis' rapid decline.
I have to wonder that if the Expos averaged more fans per game (15-20k) they'd still be playing in Montreal.
I've also attended a game @ Le Stade Olympique (Vlad was chasing 40-40) and enjoyed the atmosphere there. I've been to Montreal as recently as last year, and it's as if the Expos never existed.
It's a shame what happened there. Montreal had shown itself to be a viable baseball city during the 80's. I figured that if baseball could survive in Cleveland and Atlanta (you want to see pitiful attendance, check out the numbers at The Mistake on the Lake), it could survive anywhere.
But I do not think we will see baseball up there anytime soon, MLB or MiLB. The Ottawa Lynx, who were up the road a bit, also closed up shop and moved to PA.
Forgot to mention in my previous post, that Parc Jarry has been converted to a tennis stadium.
http://www.bad.org/BAD/profile/ellis.html
I forgot to describe my impressions of the ballpark itself. Its architecture is quite striking, but mainly from a distance. The closer you get, the worse it looks.
The knock-kneed, weak-looking posture kinda gives the game away.
Nicely written entry, though.
18 Yes! I always saw it as "elb" too, and was well along in years before I finally understood the "M."
Once I started taking French in middle school, I spent a not inconsiderable amount of time trying to reverse-engineer an acronym that would make sense for "elb."
"E" was "equipe" (which is French for "team"); "b" was baseball; "l" was always difficult to figure -- maybe "league"?
les Expos frequently vexed my Braves in their years of rivalry in the old NL East, but these Nationals are a poor substitute. Someone (Jonah Keri?) needs to write a comprehensive history of that team before it becomes impossible to explain Ellis Valentine and Rodney Scott to future generations. I'd buy that book.
There's a documentary about the Expos history on youtube, narrarated by Donald Sutherland. That was produced sometime in the 80's as well.
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