Category: Human Interest

Last week I wrote about baseball history that took place on October 14^th. I started 120 years ago, and worked my way up to 1998. But as a heady reader pointed out to me, I missed a huge moment (upon reflection, I actually missed two, but more about the second one all the way at the bottom).

On October 14, 1992, at Fulton County Stadium in Atlanta, history was being written and re-written. Some readers – including those who read Wikipedia – will recall “The Slide.” But before we get to the slide, we need the prologue.

The 1992 National League Championship Series pitted the Atlanta Braves against the Pittsburgh Pirates. The Pirates were in the NLCS for the third straight year, having yet to make it to the World Series. The Braves were hoping to make it back to the Fall Classic after losing to the Minnesota Twins in a 10-inning thriller in Game 7 of the 1991 version.

Atlanta won Games 1 and 2 at home, before the series traveled to Pittsburgh. The Pirates won Game 3, but dropped Game 4, and found themselves on the brink of elimination…again. A 7-1 victory at home in Game 5, and a 13-4 wipeout in Game 6 in Atlanta, set the stage for yet another Game 7 showdown.

The Pirates took a 1-0 lead in the top of the first, and padded that with another run in the sixth. Doug Drabek, pitching the game of his life, took a shutout into the ninth inning. Terry Pendleton, the 1991 NL MVP – and 1992 NL MVP runner-up – led off the bottom of the ninth with a double. David Justice then hit a hard grounder that was booted by second baseman José Lind – who, ironically, would go on to win the Gold Glove. With runners on the corners and no outs, Drabek walked Sid Bream on four pitches to load the bases, put the tying run in scoring position, and the winning run on base.

Future Hall of Fame manager Jim Leyland came out and replaced Drabek with closer Stan Belinda. Ron Gant greeted Belinda with a deep sacrifice fly to left fielder Barry Bonds, cutting the lead in half. The next batter, Damon Berryhill, took a 3-1 offering that appeared to be strike two, but was called ball four, re-loading the bases. Future Hall of Fame manager Bobby Cox called on Brian Hunter to hit for second baseman Rafael Belliard. Two pitches later, Hunter had popped out to second, and now the Braves were down to their final out. If Pittsburgh could escape the jam, Cox would become the first MLB manager to ever lose two playoff series in which his teams previously led 3-1 (his Blue Jays gave up a 3-1 lead and the pennant to the Kansas City Royals in 1985). Desperate times call for desperate measures. So Cox called upon Francisco Cabrera to pinch hit for pitcher Jeff Reardon. Cabrera had 11 plate appearances all season (3-for-10 with a walk), and he was 0-for-1 in this series. So what did he do? He promptly lined a 2-1 pitch to left field, scoring Justice from third to tie the game. Barry Bonds, who at this point in his career had won two Gold Gloves, and was about to win his third, and would go on to win eight in all, scooped up the ball in left field. Bonds’ throw was just to the right of home plate, and catcher Mike LaValliere needed to reach to catch it and then swipe his tag at the sliding Bream. There is no sprint speed records for 1992, but Bream – he of the five previous knee surgeries and chronic knee pain – was known to be one of the slowest runners in the game. And yet, somehow, some way, his all-out hustle and perfectly executed slide beat LaValliere’s tag by microseconds.

When the play ended and the Braves mobbed Bream at and on the plate, Pirates center fielder Andy Van Slyke could be seen sitting in the outfield watching the celebration unfold. Prior to the 2-1 pitch, Van Slyke motioned for Bonds to come in a few steps to be ready to make a play at home. As legend has it, the often mercurial Bonds flipped Van Slyke the bird and remained in his previous position.

Game 7 of the 1992 NLCS remains the first and only time in MLB history that a team was one out away of losing a deciding game and yet won that game on the last pitch (for example: Bill Mazeroski hit his famous homer in a tie game; Joe Carter’s homer won the 1993 World Series, but it was only Game 6; Edgar Martinez’s “The Double” happened with no outs).

Even though this writer forgot “The Slide” in my original article, the Atlanta 400 Baseball Fan Club never forgets, and they get together at the site of home plate at the former Fulton County Stadium each year to celebrate and pay homage to Bream’s slide and the team’s pennant victory.

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Every year October 14^th auspiciously falls smack dab in the middle of the baseball playoffs. As such, there have been many great moments that have occurred on his date. To wit:

A mere 120 years ago, on October 14, 1905, Christy Mathewson threw a shutout against the New York Giants to give the Philadelphia Athletics the World Series crown.

We all recall that the Chicago Cubs broke a 108-year World Series drought with their victory over Cleveland in 2016. On this day in 1908, that streak began. The Cubs defeated the Detroit Tigers 2-0 in Game 5 in front of the smallest crowd (6,210) in World Series history to take home the title.

On the same day in 1929, the Philadelphia A’s turned the tables on the Cubs, scoring three runs in the bottom of the ninth inning to win Game 5 and the World Series.

On this day in 1964, the M&M boys were back at it again, with Roger Maris and Mickey Mantle hitting back-to-back homers (on consecutive pitches) off the Cardinals’ Curt Simmons to even that World Series at three games apiece. The Cardinals would go on to win the whole thing the next day.

The next year on this date, Sandy Koufax shutout the Minnesota Twins 2-0, giving us just three hits while striking out ten, to give the Dodgers a World Series title. It was his second shutout of that Fall Classic (he won Game 5 three days earlier, giving up just four hits while striking out ten).

On October 14, 1969, Tommy Agee became a household name with not one, but two, amazing catches (one in left center and one in right center), and hit a homer, in Game 3 of the World Series that the “Amazin’ Mets” would go on to win in five games.

The Mets would be back in the World Series four years later against the Athletics. On this day, in Game 2, Willie Mays recorded his final major league base hit (a run-scoring single to center off Rollie Fingers in the 12^th inning).

Fifty years ago today, home plate umpire Larry Barnett made a name for himself when he decreed that Cincinnati Reds’ Ed Armbrister did not interfere with Boston’s Carlton Fisk when he ran into the catcher after attempting a sacrifice bunt. Fisk threw the ball into center field, allowing Cesar Geronimo to move to third, from where he would eventually score the winning run in Game 3 of what many still believe to be the greatest World Series ever played.

Exactly one year later, Chris Chambliss hit a ninth inning home run off Kansas City’s Mark Littell to give the New York Yankees their first pennant since 1964. As you may recall, the crowd stormed the field, and Chambliss barely survived his trip around the bases. It is hard to even imagine such a scene today.

On this day in 1984, the legend of Kirk Gibson may have been born (not really, insofar as he had already won the ALCS MVP while going 5-for-13 with one homer). On October 14^th, Gibby hit two home runs and drove in five in Detroit’s clinching Game 5 victory over the San Diego Padres. Four years and a day later (October 15, 1988) Gibby truly became a legend.

The next year, famed broadcaster Jack Buck proclaimed, “Go crazy folks, go crazy,” when Ozzie Smith lifted a 2-1 pitch down the right field line for a game-winning homer in Game 5 of the 1985 NLCS at the famed Busch Stadium.

Today being an off day in the ALCS between the Seattle and Toronto, it is fitting to note that on this day in 1992 the Blue Jays became the first Canadian team to reach the World Series, after defeating the then-Oakland Athletics 9-2.

Later that night, the Pittsburgh Pirates took a 2-0 lead into the bottom of the ninth inning of Game 7 of the NLCS against the Atlanta Braves. It is worth reliving this stanza. Doug Drabek gave up a lead off double to Terry Pendleton (MVP in 1991; runner-up in 1992). David Justice then reached on a fielding error by second baseman José Lind. Sid Bream walked to load the bases. Pirates manager Jim Leyland replaced Drabek with Stan Belinda. Ron Gant then hit a deep drive to left to score Pendleton from third and make it a 2-1 game. Catcher Damon Berryhill walked to reload the bases. Brian Hunter, needing just a lazy flyball to tie the game, instead popped out to second. Up came Francisco Cabrera. Cabrera, who had eleven plate appearances all season, made his second of the post-season. He proceeded to line a 2-1 pitch to left, scoring Justice, with Bream chugging behind him. Barry Bonds – winner of eight Gold Gloves – threw home late, and Bream scored the pennant-winning run. It has become known in Atlanta baseball history as “The Slide.”

In 1998, the Padres cliched the right to play in their first World Series by defeating the Braves 5-0. They would then be swept by the Yankees in a series that was actually closer than the final verdict would reflect.

On October 14, 2015, with two on and two outs in the bottom of the seventh inning of a 3-3 Game 5 of the ALDS, José Bautista hit the second biggest home run in Toronto Blue Jays’ history (Joe Carter hit the biggest in 1993), which will always be remembered for Bautista’s epic bat flip.

Oh, and on this day in 1972, Gene Tenace became the first player to ever homer in his first two World Series at-bats, leading the A’s to a Game 1 victory over the Reds. According to family lore, my father witnessed these home runs on a television in the hospital’s waiting room while my mother gave birth to me.

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On Episode 2367 of the Effectively Wild podcast, host Ben Lindbergh made reference to David Laurila’s newsletter and his weekly trivia quiz. One question revolved around the three pitchers who have won at least 100 games for the Expos/Nationals franchise. Ben got the first two, and essentially got the third, but could not place the name. The name that eluded him was Steve Rogers.

The right-handed pitcher was originally selected by the New York Yankees in the 60^th round of the 1967 draft. Instead, he elected to attend the University of Tulsa, where he helped the team get to the Men’s College Baseball World Series his sophomore year. Rogers played all four seasons, graduating with a degree in petroleum engineering. But rather than drilling for oil, he again registered for the MLB draft, where the Expos took him with the fourth pick in 1971.

Just about two years later he made his debut, throwing eight innings against the Astros in the famed Astrodome, allowing two runs on four hits, getting a no decision on a game that went ten innings.

Rogers pitched from 1973 to 1985, but from 1973 to 1983, he was one of the five best pitchers in baseball. As Ben referenced on the podcast, those top five pitchers – as measured by Fangraphs WAR – were Steve Carlton, Bert Blyleven, Nolan Ryan, Gaylord Perry, and Rogers. Only one of these guys is not in the Hall of Fame. Just to add to the list, after Rogers, you have Phil Niekro, Tom Seaver, and Don Sutton – Hall of Famers, all.

In 1973, Rogers came in second in Rookie of the Year voting (to Gary Matthews). In 1974, he was named an All-Star for the first time.

Between 1980 and 1983, Rogers was a top-five finalist for the Cy Young Award three times. In 1982, he came in second to Carlton.

From 1973 to 1984, he had only one season (1976) when he didn’t have double-digit wins, and yet he never won twenty games (he topped out at 19 in 1982). From 1973 to 1983, he had an ERA of 3.07 while winning 150 games and accruing 46.3 bWAR. All told, Rogers was an All-Star five different times, always among the best of the best.

As a National League pitcher before the universal designated hitter, Rogers wasn’t much of a batsman, hitting .138 with in 881 career at-bats. Amongst his 122 hits, he had eight doubles and two triples, but no home runs.

Rogers is not a Hall of Famer by any rational or analytical metric. His statistics are about 50% of what is required to be elected (his career is most similar to Burt Hooten, another blast from the ‘80s past). And, true to form, in 1991, his first (and only) year on the ballot, he failed to receive even a single vote. Fans north of the border may view that as a bit harsh.

Because Rogers toed the rubber during a golden age of pitchers (many of whom are enshrined in the Hall of Fame), he may not be that memorable to anyone other than his family and those of us who grew up assiduously watching baseball in the eighties. Unfortunately, Rogers may be best remembered for giving up a game-changing, and ultimately game-winning, home run to Rick Monday in Game 5 of the 1981 National League Championship Series.

But that on at-bat should not detract from a career of durability and viability that spanned two decades and brought smiles to the faces of many a Canadian.

CURT SCHILLING

Curt Schilling was selected out of Yavapai College in the second round of the 1986 MLB draft by the Boston Red Sox. In July of 1988, Boston traded Schilling, along with outfielder Brady Anderson, to the Orioles in return for veteran pitcher Mike Boddicker. Ironically, Schilling made his major league debut just five weeks later — throwing seven innings of six-hit/three-run ball in a Baltimore win against those same Red Sox.

In a little-remembered transaction, Baltimore traded Schilling to the Houston Astros in January of 1991. He threw 75-2/3 innings for the Astros over 56 games out of the pen, before Houston sent Schilling to Philadelphia in return for Jason Grimsley. Schilling went on to re-sign with the Phillies when he became a free agent at the end of the 1995 season. And it was in Philadelphia where Schilling became a star. In his first eight years in the City of Brotherly Love, Schilling won 95 games with a 3.31 ERA and a 127 ERA+. He went to three All-Star games (1997-1999), twice led the league in complete games, and twice led the league in strikeouts.

At the trade deadline in 2000, Philadelphia shipped Schilling to the Arizona Diamondbacks, where he teamed with Randy Johnson to become one of the best 1-2 combinations in the history of the sport. In 2001, Schilling went 4-0 over the NLCS and the World Series, with a 1.12 ERA, and 56 strikeouts against only six walks. Schilling famously started Game 7 of that Fall Classic, going 7-1/3 innings, leaving the game with the D’Backs trailing 2-1. Miguel Batista came in to record one out, and then Johnson got the next four Yankee batters to set up Luis Gonzalez’s dramatic walk-off single in the bottom of the ninth. Johnson and Schilling were honored as World Series Co-MVPs.

At the end of the 2003 season, over Thanksgiving dinner at Schilling’s Arizona home, Theo Epstein, the Red Sox’ general manager, convinced Schilling to waive his no-trade clause and come back to where it all started: Boston. It worked. And in 2004, the big righty helped Boston “reverse the curse” and win their first World Series in 86 years. In four games over that post-season, Schill went 3-1, including the dramatic “Bloody Sock” Game 6 of the ALCS against the Yankees. He followed that up with a win in Game 2 of the World Series against the Cardinals.

Schilling won three more games in the 2007 post-season, helping the Red Sox win their second World Series in four years. A shoulder injury ended his career after that 2007 season. When all the ink was dry, Schilling had a career record of 216-146, an ERA of 3.46, an ERA+ of 127, and is one of 20 pitchers to record 3,000 strikeouts (3,116). His career bWAR sits at 79.5.

JUSTIN VERLANDER

The Detroit Tigers selected Justin Verlander with the second overall pick in the 2004 draft out of Old Dominion University in Virginia. He made his major league debut 13 months later against Cleveland, striking out four, while giving up seven hits and four earned runs over 5-1/3 innings. He pitched in only one other game that year, going six innings and giving up five earned runs. When the 2005 season ended, Verlander had an 0-2 record, a 7.15 ERA, and a total of seven strikeouts to his name.

It didn’t take long for the future Hall of Famer to hit his stride. In 2006, Verlander went at least six innings in 22 of his first 24 starts, going 15-6. For the season, he went 17-9 with a 3.63 ERA and 124 strikeouts. That would be the last time he had less than 150 strikeouts in a season for next eight years, including leading the league in 2009 (269), 2011 (250), 2012 (239). When this streak broke in 2015 (only 113 Ks in 20 games), he came back in 2016 to again lead the league with 254, and a league-leading 7.4 bWAR. That was good enough to garner him his second Cy Young runner-up, which was in addition to his Cy Young and MVP wins in 2011.

At the trade deadline in 2017, Detroit sent Verlander to the Houston Astros for three players that didn’t amount to much (a pitcher who never made the big leagues, Daz Cameron (career -1.7 bWAR), and Jake Rogers (2.6 bWAR)). After arriving in Houston, Verlander went 5-0 with a 1.06 ERA, with 43 strikeouts against five walks. In the post-season, he went 4-1 with a 2.21 ERA, helping the Astros beat the Dodgers to win the World Series.

In 2018, he had a career-high 290 strikeouts in 214 innings, and once-again was the Cy Young runner-up (to Blake Snell). It was the sixth time he finished in the top five.

In 2019, after signing a 2-year, $66 million contract to stay with Houston, he won 21 games with a 2.58 ERA. He was an All-Star for the eighth time and won his second Cy Young Award. And, oh-by-the-way, he also threw his third career no-hitter, shutting down the Blue Jays in Toronto. After such a fantastic regular season, Verlander was off his game in the playoffs, going 1-4 with a 4.33 ERA. He lost both Games 2 and 6 of the World Series, which the Astros eventually lost in seven games to the Washington Nationals (a series in which every game was won by the visiting team).

Verlander’s Covid-shortened 2020 season was even shorter due to a groin injury and then Tommy John surgery. He didn’t pitch in 2021. But he came roaring back in 2022, going 18-4 with a career-best 1.75 ERA. He struck out 185 batters in just 175 innings. For his efforts, he was the American League Comeback Player of the Year, and won his third Cy Young Award.

After the 2022 season, Verlander signed a two-year, $86.7 million contract with the Mets. But he made only 16 starts in Queens before being shipped back to Houston, where he went 7-3 over eleven starts. In the post-season, he went 1-1 with one no-decision, while the Astros fell to the eventual World Series champion Texas Rangers.

In 2024, Verlander moved into the top-ten in career strikeouts, passing Greg Maddux. He also won his 260^th career game.

Verlander signed with the San Francisco Giants for the 2025 season, hoping to somehow eek out the final 38 wins he needs to become the 25^th pitcher to reach the 300-win plateau. As of this writing, he has added only three to the ledger, making the final 35 seem near impossible for the 42-year old hurler (who will be 43 on Opening Day next season).

As of this writing, Verlander has a career record of 265-158 with a 3.32 ERA, and ERA+ of 128, with 3,546 strikeouts. He has won two World Series, been a league MVP, ALCS MVP, won the Rookie of the Year. He has three no-hitters and won three Cy Youngs. He has accumulated 81.7 bWAR to date.

COMPARISON:

When you put these two careers side-by-side, and squint just a little bit, they look awfully similar. And Schilling, without question, was the better post-season performer. Verlander, as mentioned above, has more career black ink (79 vs. 42) and has more wins, more strikeouts, and a better ERA. However, it is how they have conducted themselves off the field and with the press that is the major separator. Schilling has no one to blame but himself for how he is viewed in the public sphere, while Verlander has gone about his career with class and respect every step of the way. Maybe not so similar after all.

PLAY BALL!!

An owner buys a team and hires a general manager. The general manager hires a field manager and together they go about building a championship team. Along the way there are hiccups and bumps, and wonderful and happy moments. The road is never straight, but the trials and tribulations — the journey — are what make the culmination that much sweeter.

Those same sentiments also pertain to parenthood. You and your spouse build a family. You raise your kids — you give them the basics, and allow them to grow into their own human beings. Then you teach them the advanced stuff, and allow them to grow into self-sufficient and self-confident teens. And then you send them off to college and allow others to get them to the next level — both in the classroom and out — about life and making your way in it.

Parenthood, like a baseball season — whether it ends in a World Series or the first pick in the draft — is neither straight nor smooth. But it is a joy to behold. Raising your children — whether they follow your guidance and rules and in your footsteps, or branch out on their own — is life’s greatest achievement.

Four years ago I wrote about a trip I took through the Midwest attending baseball games with my son as I prepared to send him off to college. Baseball is and has been our north star, which is the same for me and my dad. From tossing a rolled up sock to an oversized plastic bat in the living room to throwing batting practice at the state championship to playing catch in front of the house as recently as last month; from sitting on the couch watching a random game on a Saturday afternoon to being in Dodger Stadium when our beloved Boston Red Sox won their fourth World Series since his birth; from baking in the Progressive Field heat right before college to soaking up the beauty of Camden Yards on the eve of his crossing the next rubicon. Our story goes from me explaining the game to him, to him sending stats and highlights and pithy tweets to me. Baseball is and (hopefully) always will be our glue.

After that trip to the Midwest in the summer of 2021, we snuck in one more game in Anaheim — the Angels vs. the Red Sox. Boston squeaked out a one-run victory, and we left with smiles on our faces. As we drove home, I thought (and wrote) then that he dreamed of the future, while I remembered the past.

Well, dammit if it didn’t happen again. You see, four years of college — four years filled with baseball games in Milwaukee and Chicago and Oakland (to see the Coliseum before the A’s left town), in Boston and Anaheim, and of course, Chavez Ravine — only tightened that bond. Baseball continues to be the glue.

As a parent you hope you give your kids the building blocks for a successful future. You hope you have taught them how to deal with adversity and how to succeed. You hope that you have provided them with the resilience gene and a motor to make it in a world that is confusing and confounding and increasingly contrary to everything we were taught is fair and right. Self-doubt is part of the process; fear is part of the process; anxiety about their well-being is part of the process. One year, I gave all of the kids on my son’s travel ball team t-shirts that read: “Focus on the Process.” I wanted them to do things the right way — the way they were taught — and not worry about the outcomes, as those will take care of themselves. The same is true for parenting, to a degree. You have to worry about outcomes — about health, and a decent job, and surviving on their own. But you have to focus on and trust the process of your tutelage, too.

Last week I moved my son “to life.” He found the apartment, and I provided the furniture and the fridge full of food. He secured the job — in a field very different than my own, but which is his passion — and I explained to him the value of setting up his 401(k) on day one. My boy has done everything I ever could have asked from a son. He has excelled at school, worked hard, made good friends, and readied himself for success. The process seems to have worked. And, in keeping with a theme, he decided to live a literal stone’s throw from Nationals Park.

When he scheduled the date for his big move, he reminded me that the Red Sox would be in Baltimore. So I extended my trip by a day. We finished hanging his pictures, broke down the boxes, and made one more run to the grocery store before we headed north to Charm City. Camden Yards is one of the great treasures in baseball. We visited there years ago before I dropped him at camp. This was a decidedly different trip. The two of us sat behind the Red Sox dugout and watched a Boston team that is oftentimes infuriating and sometimes exhilarating. We ate Boog’s BBQ and watched a kid 18 months younger than my son hit a lead-off homer for our team. We saw a player who has overcome mental health issues slug a game-changing three-run homer. And, once again, we saw the Red Sox squeak out a one-run victory.

I was supposed to drop my son at the train station for his thirty-minute ride back to D.C. But I decided to drive him all the way back. We sat in the car and discussed the Red Sox, and life, and the future. I explained to him that if all goes as planned, you do well enough in high school to go to a good college, where you then learn to live and find something that you love. And then you graduate and begin “adulting” for real. It is all part of the process. And it is beautiful to watch, if not difficult to confront.

When we pulled in front of his apartment, he asked me when I thought I would be back. I said probably in the spring — “we’ll go to a Nats game.”

Standing on the street we hugged, hard. He thanked me for giving him the best childhood he ever could have imagined (and for building all of his furniture!). I thanked him for all of the joy he has brought to me and our family; and I told him how so very proud I am of him. He is 22, full of dreams and wonder and nerves and anxiety. I am much older and full of all the same…for him.

It was a wonderful and tearful moment on a small street in a big city on the verge of a new life. And while I have doubts that the Red Sox have what it takes to win it all this season, I have no doubt that he will succeed.

As I was about to get back into the car for the drive back to Baltimore, my son turned and said to me: “Remember to send me my glove; my roommate has his, and we want to play catch.”

For twenty-two years I focused on the process. The outcome took care of itself.

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Sometimes it is fun to look at two wholly different players and see how very similar they were. Today we will look at two guys who essentially played on opposite sides of second base*, one of whom stayed on the Hall of Fame ballot for 15 years, topping out at 28.2% of the vote; and one of whom barely made it to year two, and then fell off the ballot the following year after receiving only 1.8% of the vote.

DON MATTINGLY

Don Mattingly – “Donnie Baseball” – was an institution in New York in the ‘80s. The sweet swinging first baseman came up for seven games at the end of the 1982 season, played in 91 games in 1983, and then made his mark in 1984. That year, Mattingly led the league in hits (207), doubles (44), and won the batting title hitting .343. He came in fifth in MVP voting.

That was just a stepping stone to his 1985 campaign, when he had 211 hits, 48 doubles, 35 homers, led the league with 145 RBI and 370 total bases, had a 156 OPS+, made his second All-Star team, won a Gold Glove, won a Silver Slugger award, and then won the AL MVP.

All of which set the stage for 1986, when all Mattingly did was again lead the league with: 238 hits, 53 doubles, a .573 slugging percentage, a .967 OPS, 388 total bases, and a (career high) 161 OPS+. This got him all of the same awards as 1985, except he came in second in MVP voting to Roger Clemens.

1987 was pretty much more of the same for the mustachioed slugger, as he smashed 30 home runs and accumulated 318 total bases, while still slashing .327/.378/.559, for a 146 OPS+. That was good enough for seventh in MVP voting.

A back injury in the middle of 1987 was the beginning of the end. While he still put up impressive numbers the rest of that year, things began to slow down in 1988. Over the 1988-1989 seasons, Mattingly hit a total 41 homers and had 201 RBI, and still won two more Gold Gloves.

In 1990, Mattingly’s back caused him to miss a big chunk of the season, and he ultimately played in only 102 games. That was the first of his two negative bWAR seasons (-0.3, along with -0.2 in his final year, 1995).

Mattingly bravely played out the final years of his career. From 1991-1995, he managed 752 hits and 154 doubles. But the power was zapped – he hit only 53 homers over those five seasons, and only drove in 340 runs. He hit .291, but slugged just .416. (By way of comparison, from 1984-1989, he hit .327 with a .530 slugging percentage.)

Mattingly went on to coach and manage in the big leagues, and still does not have to buy a drink anywhere in New York. The man is a legend, who many believe would have been a surefire Hall of Famer but for the bad back.

*Mattingly played third base when play resumed for the infamous “pine tar” game.

NOMAR GARCIAPARRA

The Boston Red Sox drafted Nomar Garciaparra with the 12^th pick in the 1994 draft out of Georgia Tech. He made his major league debut in 1996, playing in 24 games. In his official rookie campaign, 1997, “Nomah” led the league in hits with 209, and triples with 11. He was an All-Star, won a Silver Slugger award, finished 8^th in MVP voting, and was the American League Rookie of the Year.

In his sophomore season, he hit more homers, drove in more runs, had better slash numbers, and a higher OPS+. That was good enough for second place in MVP voting.

In 1999 and 2000, Garciaparra won back-to-back batting titles, while also hitting 48 home runs, smacking 93 doubles, and accumulating 638 total bases over the two seasons. That gave him two more All-Star appearances and two more top-10 MVP finishes.

A wrist injury postponed the start of his 2001 season until July 29^th. The injury reared its head again at the end of August, and Garciaparra finished the year with just 83 at-bats.

The shortstop was healed in 2002, slashing .310/.352/.528, with 56 doubles to lead the league. He was, once again, an All-Star. 2003 – his last full year in Boston – was very similar to 2002. Unfortunately, negotiations between the team and the player for a long-term extension stalled, leaving the shortstop’s future with the club in limbo.

Garciaparra started the 2004 season on the injured list with an Achilles issue. When he got back to action, his bat returned to normal, but his defense faltered. And the requirement of extra rest to keep him healthy meant that even his bat could not be counted on every day. At the trade deadline, Boston’s youthful and ambitious general manager, Theo Epstein, decided that he could replace Garciaparra’s bat and improve the team’s defense by sending the fan favorite to the Chicago Cubs as part of a four-team trade, which netted the Sox Orlando Cabrera (a much better defensive shortstop) and Doug Mientkiewicz (a fine defensive first baseman).

Epstein was not wrong. Starting in 2004, Garciaparra became negative total zone rated shortstop (-12 in 2004; -5 in 2005). He did have a +4 in 2008 when he played 31 games at short for the Dodgers. But, as with many aspects of the game, Epstein could see the future, and he planned for it. It is not lost on Red Sox fans that Cabrera had a 10-game hitting streak between Game 1 of the 2004 ALCS and Game 3 of the World Series; nor is it lost on them that Mientkiewicz recorded the put-out that ended an 86-year World Series drought.

Garciaparra signed free agent contracts with the Los Angeles Dodgers for the 2006-2008 seasons, and has become an institution with the team. He has been a broadcast mainstay for years — he now does commentary for local stations — and can be seem at the ballpark most days.

WHO YOU GOT?

But if you were to ask the average fan on the street who had a better career, Mattingly’s name would roll off tongues. You wouldn’t hear many arguments that “but for” anything in particular that Garciaparra would be in the Hall of Fame. You don’t see many Nomar jerseys in the stands at either Fenway Park or Dodger Stadium. Both players had “what-if” careers. It is just how they are viewed that is so different. However, when you look at them side-by-side, they are not that different at all.

July 4th marked the 40th anniversary of what has colloquially become known as the “Rick Camp Game.” But, as you will see, it was a whole lot more than that.

As is typical for a 4th of July game, this battle between the visiting New York Mets and the hometown Atlanta Braves, was scheduled to begin around 7:30 p.m., with a fireworks show planned upon its conclusion.

Rain in the Atlanta area pushed the first pitch back about 90 minutes, which may have been a sign of things to come. The Mets started Dwight Gooden, who was off from the start, while the Braves countered with Rick Mahler. Gooden couldn’t get through the third inning, and Mahler couldn’t get through the fourth, which may have been a sign of things to come.

Both teams scored in the first inning, and the Mets led 6-4 after six. The Mets extended their lead by scoring one run in the top of the eighth, but the Braves roared back with four in the bottom half — three on a Dale Murphy bases-clearing triple —to take the lead, 8-7. At this point, Atlanta and their faithful were just three outs away from a come-from-behind win and a spectacular fireworks display. But the Mets had other ideas.

With future Hall of Famer Bruce Sutter on the mound looking for his 15th save of the season (and 275th of his career), third baseman Ray Knight struck out. Two outs away. But three consecutive singles by Howard Johnson, Danny Heep, and Lenny Dykstra brought in the tying run. It may have been a sign of things to come.

The teams went scoreless in innings ten through twelve. In the top of the 13th, after a Ray Knight single, HoJo his a two-run homer to stake the Mets to a 10-8 lead. But, in the bottom half, Rafael Ramirez led off with a single, and after two outs (meaning the Mets were just one out away from ending this game and giving the fans at least 50% of what they came for), Terry Harper hit a game-tying two-run dinger. After thirteen innings, the score stood 10-10.

The 14th through 17th innings were uneventful, although the Bravos did get two runners on with two outs in the 16th. Alas, a Paul Runge fly out ended the threat. On they went.

Johnson led off the 18th with a single, and moved to third on a sacrifice bunt plus a throwing error. Dykstra followed with a sac fly to make it 11-10 in favor of the Mets.

In the bottom of the 18th, Gerald Perry grounded back to the box, and Harper grounded to first unassisted. The Braves, now completely out of position players, had no choice but to send pitcher Rick Camp to the plate. Atlanta was again down to its last out. And this time they had a player with a career .060 batting average and 83 strikeouts in 167 at-bats, with nary a single home run to his name. So, what did Camp do? To the Mets? To the long-suffering fans? You already know the answer. He hit an 0-2 curveball over the wall in left field to tie the game. Prior to the second pitch of the at-bat, Pete van Wieren said to his broadcast partner:

“Ernie, if he hits a home run to tie this game, this game will be certified as absolutely the nuttiest in the history of baseball.”

Well, consider it certified.

The jog around the bases may have tired Camp out, as he allowed a Gary Carter single to start the 19th, and then, after a sacrifice and an intentional walk, Knight doubled in the Mets’ 12th run. Another intentional walk preceded another Danny Heep single, which ultimately cleared the bases due to a Claudell Washington throwing error. Two batters later, Wally Backman’s singled plated Heep, extending the Mets lead to 16-11. Ironically, Keith Hernandez, who hit for the cycle in the game (it took him 12 innings and seven plate appearances to pull it off), grounded out to end the threat.

Even trailing by five; even though it was well past 3 o’clock in the morning, the Braves were not yet done. After a ground out, Hernandez committed the rare error, allowing Washington to get to second. A Ramirez fly out got the Mets — once again — one out away. But then Ron Darling walked Dale Murphy, and then walked Gerald Perry, before a Terry Harper single combined with a Howard Johnson error allowed two runs to score. The Braves were then just one batter away from bringing the tying run up to bat. Unfortunately, Rick Camp didn’t have any additional magic in his bat, and he struck out struck out to end the game.

What may be the most shocking tidbit from this game is that the Braves gave the remaining fans exactly what they were promised: a fireworks show. At just about 4 a.m. it commenced, scaring local residents who thought that war with Russia had begun.