Lee Lowenfish

I can't remember as wonderful a period of balmy weather in NYC as we have enjoyed since a little before Labor Day.  Nothing like acting like a Californian wearing shorts and short-sleeved shirts for days on end. 

 

The delight won't last, of course, and autumn officially arrived yesterday.  I just looked up the Johnny Mercer lyrics to the classic Woody Herman-Ralph Burns 1947 song, "Early Autumn".  How appropriate they feel for fans of the Baltimore Orioles and other teams struggling to make the post-season like the KC Royals, Minnesota Twins, and even the Atlanta Braves.

 

The song opens:  "When an early autumn walks the land and chills the breeze/And touches with her hand the summer trees/

Perhaps you'll understand what memories I own."   

 

Later on comes the lament: "That spring of ours that started so April-hearted/Seemed made for just a boy and girl/I never dreamed, did you, any fall would come in view."

      

With six games left in regular season, the Orioles are still on paper in a good position, four games ahead of Tigers/Royals for first wild card series and home field advantage throughout that one brief series.   I never expected the Orioles to duplicate their 101 wins of 2023 and certainly hoped - and still hope - that they win at least a game in post-season unlike last year when the Texas Rangers swept the Birds into winter on their way to a World Series title (this year the Rangers likely finish under .500 and will be playing golf in October).

 

As the season started, I also thought that the Yankees' amazing Aaron Judge if healthy would far surpass his "meager" 37 HRs of last season; he has 55 entering the final week of regular season and a partner in Juan Soto who last week hit the 40 HR mark and has 200 for his career and won't turn 26 until October 25.

 

After being 24 games over .500 in mid-June,  I didn't expect that the Orioles would limp to the finish line losing their last five series, including the last two weekends to the resurgent Detroit Tigers who have the best record in baseball since August 11, 27-11. They are young and hungry and with a shortage of starting pitchers - like most teams today, alas - they are using six or more pitchers almost every game. 

 

I sure hope this strategy by clever skipper A. J. Hinch is not the wave of the future. but it is up to the opposition to pick on the most ineffective pitchers.  Orioles didn't do it enough against the Tigers and anyone else recently. 

 

All of a sudden, the Tigers are in the driver's seat, in charge of their own destiny.  They are tied with the Royals for the second wild card and playing the last two series at home.  First, Tampa Bay, experienced in late season baseball and with a fraction of hope to still make it this year, is playing well so that could be a great series. 

 

But the Tigers wind up with White Sox who are destined to break the 1962 Mets' dubious record of 120 losses.  The one caveat in the Detroit picture:  Because of their slow start, Detroit will lose tie-breaker to both Royals and Twins.  

 

So now for Oriole fans, the Yankee series becomes anti-climactic. I will probably watch on TV but haven't been to a night game in the Bronx for some time and won't start now. Either tomorrow or Wed or Th, there will likely be a coronation of a new AL East champion. Never pleasant to see an opponent start a celebration in front of your eyes, but as the saying goes, it's part of the game. 

 

On the eve of this series, I can still dream of September 1976 when the Yankees held a double-digit lead on the Orioles when Baltimore came to town.  And in a show of defiance, Earl Weaver's crew swept a four-game series over Billy Martin's team, postponing the inevitable Bronx Bomber clinching. 

 

The Yankees went on to beat the KC Royals in a thrilling five-game American League Championship Series before getting swept out of the Bronx by the Big Red Machine.

I was at the last two games of the sweep sitting in the upper deck infield nosebleed seats in the first year of the mediocre renovation of Yankee Stadium.  It is both a fond memory of Yankee sense of entitlement denied, but also a bittersweet one because my companion at these games would become my first friend to die in the AIDS epidemic a few years later. 

 

Those were the days when there were only two rounds of playoffs, only four divisions, and no wild cards.  There are now 12 teams with a shot at the World Series, six divisions and three wild cards in each league.  It's too many and the regular season is too long but change isn't gonna happen this decade or probably in my lifetime.

 

I do have to admit that there are some exciting matchups this week before the circus of October-Into-Early-November Baseball begins with the best-of-three wild card series. The top wild card gets home field advantage for all the games (right now San Diego and Baltimore have seemingly comfortable leads but the word "comfortable" is not in Oriole fans' vocabulary right now.)

 

The most dramatic series starting tomorrow is likely to be the Mets at the Braves.  With the best record in baseball since June 3, 62-34, the New Yorkers have a two-game lead on injury-ravaged Atlanta.  But the Braves are tough in their own ballpark and have a history of coming up big at crunch time.  The Mets have a more checkered history in this area, but the great thing about baseball is its unpredictability - how you handle it is the key to success.

 

The Mets wind up the season with three at newly-crowned NL Central champion Milwaukee.  As much of an AL surprise as the emergence of Detroit and Cleveland, the newly-crowned AL Central champ, have been, the Brewers in the NL have been another feel-good story. 

 

They clinched early and were on the verge yesterday of being swept by Arizona, the second wild card leader, when the Brew Crew rallied from a 8-0 hole to beat the Dbacks Su Sep 22, 10-9. [The Giants are playing spoiler, winning 2 of 3 at Baltimore, sweeping Royals at KC, and beat Dbacks M Sep 23 in Arizona.

Dbacks are closer to 3rd wild card leader Mets than top wild card Padres.] 

 

My hope is that what will keep the division winners playing reasonably hard this last week is that the best record in MLB will provide home team advantage through the World Series.  That race is wide open right now.   

 

As mediocre as the Oriole drift has been, it has not been the total collapse of the Twins and Royals.  I find it hard to believe that those teams won't bounce back a little this week but once the contagion of losing hits it can be hard to cure.  The Twins were non-competitive in a Sunday doubleheader loss to the Red Sox yesterday and after challenging Cleveland for the division lead, they are on the outside looking in, one game behind third place Royals-Tigers.

 

The Twins will at least wind up at home, playing the White Sox of the NL, the Miami Marlins. And then wind up with three against the Orioles.  For a long time, I've hoped those games wouldn't be meaningful. It sure looks like they will be. 

 

The Royals' decline has been even more shocking. They have lost 7 in a row, 6 at home, and are 7-16 since Aug 28.  They will have to win on the road, first at the Washington Nats and then in Atlanta. The Nats, and at times even the Rockies and the Marlins, have occasionally shown professional pride by competing hard against contenders.

 

The Washington front office will have to deal with the off-field breaking story about shortstop C. J. Abrams.  Only a few days before the minor league season ended yesterday, he was farmed out to the Nats' top affiliate because it was learned that after one recent night game, Abrams was seen at a gambling casino until 8AM. 

 

Before I close, I should note one other big matchup starting tomorrow:  San Diego visiting the hated big brother LA.  Padres have already won season series over Dodgers, but they'll have to sweep to tie for first. 

   

I am a perennial supporter of the underdog. If the Orioles cannot get a second wind and play deep into October, I'd like to see Cleveland finally win their first World Series since 1948 (and then maybe the flawed but filled-with-ballplayers "The Kid From Cleveland" (1949) can be re-shown!).  

 

IN MEMORIAM:

** Richard Moss, 93, on Sep 21 at an assisted living facility in Santa Monica, CA after a long illness.  A native of Pittsburgh, he grew up a huge Pirates fan. He attended Harvard Law School where one of his contemporaries was Bob Arum, later the boxing kingpin and rival of Don King.  In 1966, Moss entered baseball as chief counsel to newly-appointed executive director Marvin Miller. They both came from the Pittsburgh office of the Steelworkers Union of America to revitalize the Major League Baseball Players Association.

 

Moss was a vital, behind-the-scenes presence communicating to players the importance of sticking together to take on the baronial owners who were not used to facing organized players. He was an essential part of the miniscule Association staff that led to salary and grievance arbitration victories, the most notable being the Messersmith-McNally decision in December 1975 that opened the doors to free agency. When Moss became an agent in the late 1970s, he kiddingly told me that they needed two people to replace him, Donald Fehr, Miller's ultimate successor, and Peter Rose, not the ballplayer and someone who did not stay in the job for long. 

 

**Jazz lost one of its legends on Sept 21 with the death of saxophonist-composer Benny Golson, 95, in Manhattan after a short illness.  Golson was one of the great Philadelphia-bred giants, growing up with John Coltrane, Lee Morgan, the Heath Brothers: Jimmy, Percy, Tootie, and many others who all made their mark in jazz. He excelled as both a composer and saxophone player.  His memorable tunes include "Stablemates," "Blues March," and "I Remember Clifford" which he composed when he learned the tragic news in 1956 that Clifford Brown, the 26-year old trumpeter from nearby Delaware, had been killed in an auto accident. 

 

Golson was truly a musician's musician, loving all kinds of good music. As a youngster, he went to hear the Philadelphia Orchestra play Stravinsky and other modern composer, sitting high up in the rafters of the storied Academy of Music with Coltrane and the Heaths. RIP the peerless Benny Golson.

 

That's all for now.  Always remember:  Take it easy but take it, and Stay positive and test negative. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In a normal baseball season, June swoons are a fate teams want to avoid.  Let's hope that we as a nation don't swoon into the worst kind of cultural and maybe actual civil war.

 

I like to accentuate the positive so here's a huge shout-out to Kansas City Chiefs offensive lineman Laurent Duvernay-Tardif.  The only doctor in the NFL and fresh from a Super Bowl triumph, Laurent is currently on duty serving COVID-19 patients at a hospital outside Montreal.  

 

I learned many fascinating things about Duvernay-Tardif during an incisive report by Andrea Kremer in the current installment of HBO's "Real Sports with Bryant Gumbel". He is the only McGill of Montreal university graduate ever to play in the NFL. His parents once took him and his sister out of grade school for a year to sail the world. 

 
Here's another inspiring story. Comic actor Fred Willard passed away last week at the age of 86.  I first loved him playing an Ed McMahon-style sidekick to Martin Mull's Barth Gimble on "Fernwood 2-Night," the successor to "Mary Hartman Mary Hartman" on early 1970s TV. 

 
Willard later won great acclaim for his roles in SUCH hilarious satirical films as "A Mighty Wind" and "Best in Show" where he played a memorable Joe Garagiola-style dog show announcer.  He and Martin Mull later played a gay couple on"Rosanne" and at the end of his life Williard had a recurring role as a grandfather on "American Family".

 
But according to Richard Sandomir in the New York Times obit, Fred Willard said that his "greatest achievement" was "teaching his daughter how to catch a fly ball."  Willard himself played baseball at VMI and also on military teams in Florida.  

 
I want to wish continuing speedy recovery to the Orioles Trey Mancini who is recovering from colon cancer surgery and will miss the entire 2020 season (whether or not it is played). 

It turns out that Trey's father is a surgeon who had the same operation when he was 58.

 
Trey, the only consistent offensive threat on a depleted Baltimore roster, is not yet 28. 

He has already become a team leader on the Orioles and a fan favorite.  

 
In a heartfelt piece he wrote for the Players Tribune,  Mancini thanked the scout Kirk Fredriksson who had become a passionate supporter of him when he was playing for Holyoke  in a New England collegiate summer league.  

 

Thanks to Fredriksson's advocacy, the Orioles made Mancini their 8th round pick in the 2013 amateur draft. Rare is the player of any generation who has publicly praised the scout who signed him. Just another reason to wish Trey Mancini the speediest of recoveries.

 
As of this posting at the beginning of June, I don't know if major league baseball will return this year. It doesn't look like deal-makers exist on either side of the owner-player divide.

I don't think it has helped that all the meetings have been held on Zoom.

 
Though I miss the daily flow of games and news of games, I have found some enjoyment watching old games on MLBTV.  Like most of the pine tar game between the Yankees and Royals at Yankee Stadium on the cloudy Sunday afternoon of July 24, 1983. 

 
I had forgotten how wonderfully wacky was Phil Rizzuto's on-air presence.  There he was, plugging a friend's restaurant and another friend's birthday while bantering with sidekick Frank Messer. 

 
When Messer used the word "perpendicular" to describe how one hitter had dived across the plate to protect a base runner on a hit-and-run play, Rizzuto acted impressed.  "Very good, Messer, . . . not that I know what it means."

 
Was also revealing to hear both Phil and Frank berate Steve Balboni for lack of production.  He was a rookie on the 1983 Yankees but he never could relax in NYC. 

 

He was traded to Kansas City the following year and had a good career with the Royals. On their 1985 world champions, he played first base all season and belted 36 HRs with 88 RBI and went 8-for-25 in the World Series.

 

This game is most remembered for George Brett's epic rant when his three-run home run in the top of the 9th was voided by rookie plate umpire Tim McClelland.  Billy Martin convinced the ump that Brett had used too much pine tar on his bat.

 

The Yankees' win was voided soon thereafter by American League president Lee MacPhail who argued that the rule was being interpreted too legalistically. Watching the whole game made me remember that Royals starter Bud Black pitched very well - Black is now the Colorado Rockies manager.

 
I also remembered important details when watching the famous Game 6 of the 1986 World Series. The smooth delivery and intelligence of Vince Scully was a joy to experience again.  The game is of course known as the Bill Buckner Game, but in any dramatic close game there are a raft of earlier plays that are just as important.    

 
It was an elimination game for the Mets who fell behind early to the Red Sox 2-0. Southpaw starter Bob Ojeda had come up with Boston and he was highly motivated to beat his old team. He kept the Mets in the game. 

 

Boston's Roger Clemens was in a good form and no hit the Mets for four innings but he used a lot of pitches.  In 1986, pitch counts were not yet in vogue. Though Clemens gave up the lead in the 5th, he stayed in through the 7th, throwing about 135 pitches and getting out of jams in both the 6th and 7th innings.

 
Another lesson learned from Game 6 was how vital a role Mookie Wilson played.  Not known for his arm, he still threw out Jim Rice at home plate to keep the Red Sox lead at one run in the 8th inning.  

 
We all remember Bill Buckner's error on Mookie Wilson's grounder that gave the Mets the win, but let's not forget the previous 9 pitches that Mookie battled against reliever Bob Stanley.  

The mastery of Vin Scully was evident throughout the broadcast, not least at the very end when the camera showed a shell-shocked Red Sox team leaving the field. Scully said, "If a picture is worth a thousand words, this one is worth a million."  

 

Before I forget, TCM throughout June will be featuring "Jazz in Film" every Monday and Thursday night. Late on Th June 4 (actually early Fri June 5) "High Society" with Louis Armstrong in a prominent role will be shown.

 

And I'm really looking forward to Monday night June 8 at 8p Sammy Davis Jr. stars in the rarely seen "A Man Called Adam" (1966).  Davis Jr was one of the greatest entertainers in American history and I'm eager to see how he plays a jazz trumpeter (with music provided by Nat Adderley, Cannonball's brother).  

 

That's all for now.  Always remember, now more than ever, "Take it easy but take it!"