Lee Lowenfish

How does someone root in this upcoming World Series when he feels the unfairness of the richest teams fighting for baseball's biggest prize?

My JCS - Jaded Cynical Side - thinks perhaps a sweep by either team might be enjoyable.  Because then one outrageously entitled fan base would be

miserable. Calls for beheading underachieving players and non-uniformed personnel would become constant and hilarious.

 

The late great college baseball coach Bobby Winkles - who was less successful managing in MLB - once said, "Half the fun of baseball is laying blame."

I remember vividly the days of my yout' (as Casey Stengel would pronounce it) when cartoonist Bill Gallo in the NY Daily News would name a hero and a goat after every game. 

 

However, as readers of this blog know by now, I have a PBF persona - Pure Baseball Fan.  In these stressful times with the end of Daylight Savings Time coming on Su Nov 3 at 2A and Election Day two days later, here's my wish for a well-played series with more heroes than goats. 

 

Although the Dodgers have many weapons starting with Shohei Ohtani at top of order, their starting pitching is in disarray.  And the Yankee offense though it has sputtered at times is formidable. 

 

It is hard to beat the symmetry of Juan Soto's season. On Opening Night in Houston, he threw out from right field the game-tying run at home plate.

Then in the 10th inning of the ALCS clincher at Cleveland, he climaxed a long at-bat against reliever Hunter Gaddis with a three-run HR.

 

lt was pure Soto exuberance that JCS LeeLow would call cockiness.  Soto just turned 26 and will sign a hefty long-term contract from some team in off-season.  Probably the Yankees I would say, but he and agent Scott Boras are likely to string it out for a while. 

 

Two Bronx Bombers have LAD connections, one direct and one indirect ,  LF Alex Verdugo, often a target of home boobirds, has come up big at least defensively, the most underappreciated and necessary trait in any winner. Verdugo was originally signed by the Dodgers and was included in the trade to Boston that brought Mookie Betts to LAD.  Verdugo may have extra incentive in this WS. 

 

So may Gian-Carlo Stanton who is from just north of LA and yearned to play for his home town team. But as author Dan Taylor explained in his

wonderful book about scout George Genovese, A SCOUT'S REPORT, the Dodgers let him slip to the Marlins in the second round of the 2007 draft. 

They used the lame excuse that they thought Stanton preferred to play football for USC. 

 

Like Dave Winfield, Stanton could have starred in any major sport but he loved baseball most of all.  Injuries have taken a toll during his career and he can be pitched to, but he provides a fearsome presence not far behind Soto and Aaron Judge in the batting order. 

 

At the right time, he's locked in both physically and mentally.  He told Bryan Hoch of mlb.com that the moment Yankees won the pennant, he turned off his cell phone. 

 

PBF LeeLow wishes no harm on other well-paid players that seem like good guys like Betts and Judge. Each has a vulnerable side that they are willing to express to the public.  Both have had post-season slumps and have felt that they are letting their teams down. By the end of the LCS's, though, they wre showing signs that their transcendant talent was coming back to the fore. 

 

Since the Yankees have played very well on the road this year, I see them in 6 at LAD. 

 

One Live Movie note to stoke the baseball hot stove league fires: 

Aviva Kempner's "The LIfe and Times of Hank Greenberg" will be shown at the New Plaza Cinema, 35 W 67 west of Central Park West:

F Oct 25 615P

Su Oct 27 230P

Sa Nov 2 1245P 

 

That's all for now.  Always remember:  Take it easy but take it, and Stay Positive Test Negative!

  

 

 

There is too much cruel coincidence happening in the world these days. On August 28 Jackie Robinson Day turns out to be the day that actor Chadwick Boseman, 43, who played Robinson in the movie "42," died after a long secret battle with colon cancer.  (To keep his memory vividly alive, check out the YouTube video of Boseman's 2018 Howard University commencement speech). 

 

Then, a few days later on Wednesday Sept 2, moments after sitting in on a fascinating Zoom New York Giants Preservation Society interview with Fresno-based baseball writer Dan Taylor, word comes that Fresno native Tom Seaver, 75, had died after a long illness. 

 
It was in Fresno where Seaver grew up. After a nondescript high school baseball career, he enlisted in a six-month program in the Marines where he grew into his powerful body.

 

He enrolled at Fresno City College where his coach Len Bourdet, a veteran of Iwo Jima and still alive at 94, exclaimed, "He went in as a boy and came back as a man." Another Marine, Seaver's first Mets manager Gil Hodges, loomed as another great influence on him. 

 

(Many thanks to Dan Taylor for these insights - his book on the late great baseball scout George Genovese "A Scout's Report" is required reading for anyone who wants to understand baseball.) 

 
I didn't live in New York when Seaver rocketed to fame as the Mets' 24-year-old 25-game winner for the world champion 1969 Mets. But who didn't know about "Tom Terrific"? He was a crossover star writ large.  Even my mother and most non-baseball-loving mothers knew about Seaver.  

 
So I was thrilled in 1983 to get the assignment of working with him on the instructional book "The Art of Pitching".  I appreciate that Tyler Kepner quoted from it in his warm appreciation in the Sept 4 print NY Times (still available on nytimes.com)

 

1983 was the year Seaver came back to the Mets from the Cincinnati Reds where he had been traded in 1977.  Free agency had arrived in baseball after the 1976 season, and Met management didn't want to re-sign Seaver because . . . well, poor decisions by Mets management haven't changed much over the years. 

 
At 38, Seaver knew he was in the latter stages of his career but he still exuded professional pride and cared deeply about playing the game the right way. I also learned quickly that he could also be a world-class needler.  

 
The best example happened on a freezing late April night at Shea Stadium. Seaver was pitching in shirt sleeves - if his uni top were a buttoned variety (and not a grotesque polyester pullover), the top button would have been opened, his longtime homage to Willie Mays. 

 
In the stands behind home plate, yours truly was dressed for the Arctic - heavy winter coat, thick scarf, and knitted cap pulled down over most of my face. 

 
Seaver wound up throwing a three-hit shutout and I congratulated him after the game.  "I saw you," he said. "You looked like Nanook of Israel." Nanook was my nickname from then on.

 
I have another fond early memory from working on the book in spring training.  He rented a lovely beach house on the ocean near St. Petersburg. One afternoon he took me on a drive to a building I must see near Clearwater Beach. "It may be the largest structure in the world," he said.  

 
I was indeed impressed because it was two blocks long and two blocks wide.  Finding out the location of that house has become a kind of Rosebud sled for me.  If anyone knows, please use the contact form on this website. (And BTW I'm interested in who Sweet-Lou is who entered a wonderful comment on my last blog.)

 

Like most baseball fans, I was shocked when the Mets didn't protect him in the professional free agent compensation draft in the winter of 1983. There again Mets management shooting  itself in the leg.  

 
So Seaver wound up with the White Sox where he pitched creditably in 1984 and 1985. Which leads me to my last memorable experience with #41. 

 
I covered Phil Rizzuto Day in August 1985 for WBAI Radio at Yankee Stadium. It turned out to be Tom Seaver's 300th MLB victory - he earned it on his first try, another sign of his greatness under pressure.  

 
After the game I talked briefly to Tom's father, Charles Seaver, a great golfer in his day who also played football and basketball at Stanford. I saw first-hand that the athletic genes and love of competition ran deeply in the Seaver family.  

 
So did the love of art and architecture. Seaver's late brother, also named Charles, was a sculptor. And Tom often went to museums on the road, occasionally corralling a teammate or two to join him.  

 
I just read a wonderful reminiscence on line from a neighbor near the winery in Calistoga where he spent his happiest years after baseball as the proprietor of GTS Vineyards.  To his friends in northern California, he was simply "Tom who used to play baseball."  

 
I am glad that his suffering is over but he will certainly be missed. George Thomas Seaver will certainly not be forgotten. Though he took great pride in these numbers, he was far more than 311-205 .winning percentage .603, and remarkable walk-strikeout ratio 1390-3640.