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Love & Baseball

vic-banner-1-jpegumpireMy wife is a Cubs fan.

I’m rooting for the Indians.

There can be no greater test of our marital bonds.

Can love overcome battling baseball allegiances?

Alas, there’s no umpire than can make this call.

My darling, treasured wife, Victoria, is a Chicago girl born and raised. Vic’s a South Sider by birth – and should really be a White Sox fan by regional rights – but she headed to the North Side for college, which is where we first met.

vic-post-1-5After her years at Northwestern University in Evanston on Chicago’s northern border, Victoria moved to Chicago’s Old Town neighborhood (also on the North Side), where loyalty to the Cubs was very strong. Shortly after I moved in with her in the mid-1980s, we took an apartment in the Wrigleyville neighborhood. It was a short walk to hallowed, historic Wrigley Field — the very epicenter of Cubs fandom.

vic-post-1-3As I discussed in a previous post, the Cubs became my favorite team in the National League during my years in Chicago, and Victoria and I went to many games at Wrigley Field, snuggling under a blanket during the chill of home openers in the spring and enjoying the thrill of pennant races in late summer.

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Together we experienced the exhilarating highs and inevitable lows endemic to Cubbie love – especially the bittersweet 1989 season in which Ryne Sandberg, Andre Dawson, Rick Sutcliffe and Mitch Williams all made the All-Star game and Jerome Walton was the NL Rookie of the Year. Of course, that team broke our hearts again by losing to the hated San Francisco Giants four games to one in the National League Championship Series.

Love of the Cubs has always been something that Victoria and I have shared – from the time we began dating in 1985, to when we were married on the North Side in 1990, and throughout our long sojourn in Southern California. We suffered together through losing seasons and the horrors of The Bartman Game.

vic-post-2-4Meanwhile, my wonderful wife viewed my continued support of the Indians in the America League. She paid scant attention to American League baseball anyway. In fact, she’d never been to Comiskey Park to see the White Sox play until I took her to that venerable South Side ballpark during its final season of existence.

She happily supported my trip to Jacobs Field in Cleveland to watch the Indians win Game 4 of the 1997 World Series. In fact, losing Game 7 of that Series in a particularly heartbreaking fashion only strengthened our baseball bonds of mutual misery.

Now comes this moment. A moment I never imagined could happen in our lifetimes.

The Cubs we have loved together are finally, blessedly, in their first World Series since 1945. Yet, as cruel fate would have it, they are playing against my boyhood team, The Cleveland Indians.

And so, this time I must root for my Tribe.

img_8028I’ve explained why this must be – but especially with the Cubs down 3 games to 1 at this moment – Victoria is looking daggers at me.

I know love conquers all. But, why oh why, must the baseball gods test our marriage by pitting the Indians versus the Cubs? Why not Red Sox versus Cubs — or Tribe versus Dodgers? Those matchups would not have challenged our three-decade love match.

Tonight, we’ll watch Game 5 together. There is a possibility that The Indians will celebrate their first World Series championship since 1948 amid the history and ivy of Wrigley Field. There is also the chance the Cubs will send this Series back to Cleveland for Game 6.

And if the Tribe wins tonight – Vic might just send me back to Cleveland anyway.

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Friends & Family gather for Game 4 at Tinhorn Flats in Burbank. It’s early — and the Cubs are leading 1-0. I’m the only one rooting for the Tribe in the entire building.

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Later in the game. Indians are now leading — and I’ve been exiled from the table.

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A second generation Cubs Fan

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A third generation Cubs fan. It’s all fine in that family now — but let’s see what happens (and what cap the little man’s wearing) when the Cubs face the Red Sox in a World Series.

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A final peace offering.

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Salute to Opening Day!

WorldSeriesClevelandIndians1948-85081With opening day for The Los Angeles Dodgers today, the Chicago Cubs playing their first game of the season tomorrow, and my hometown Cleveland Indians opening their 2015 campaign tonight — baseball prognosticators are saying great things about the potential of all three of these clubs. My fellow Cubs and Indians fans know not to get too excited too early (or ever) — but opening day is all about possibilities, optimism and renewal. So, here’s to an Indians vs. Cubs World Series.

And in celebration of Opening Day, here’s a re-post of a piece from 5 years ago, featuring a bit of satiric verse.

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I’d like to celebrate the first flowering of the MLB baseball season with a re-print of a poem I wrote many years ago. Full credit must be given to my wife Victoria (who was not yet my wife at the time) who managed in 1988 to get my satiric take on Ernest Lawrence Thayer’sCasey At The Bat” published in the Baseball Bible, The Sporting News.

I still remember being at the wheel of our car when Victoria told me that some sports publication called “the sporting something” was going to publish my poem. “Is it The Sporting News?” I screamed at her, pounding the steering wheel! “Are you talking about the Baseball Bible? The Sporting News??” Victoria was a cool, impossibly groovy girl — but she had no idea how absolutely perfect a publication she’d landed. And, as a relatively good South Side Chicago girl, she could not fully appreciate how I felt when I saw that the legendary Mad Magazine artist, Jack Davis, illustrated my poem.

UPDATE: Before I published this article, I wrote to The Sporting News to confirm the identity of the artist.  In September 2010, I finally heard from Sporting News archivist Bill Wilson that is was he — and not Jack Davis — who illustrated my poem. “I hate to disappoint you,” writes Wilson, “but the ‘prominent artist’ who illustrated this piece was none other than me. I’ll take the compliment, however, as well as the comparison to Jack Davis—it is an apt one, as he was one of the biggest influences on my style. I was with TSN as everything from a staff artist and cartoonist to creative director between 1981 and 2008.” Ultimately, I’m not disappointed. The very talented Bill Wilson did a great job.

Here then, in honor of Spring Training 2010, is my poem — first published in The Sporting News on January 5, 1988.

CASEY GOES TO ARBITRATION

Written by Paul Barrosse

With apologies to Ernest Lawrence Thayer, a tongue-in-cheek look at baseball today…

It looked extremely hopeful for the Mudville nine that year,
The Spring was full of promise, and the fans were full of cheer.
Then came the news by UPI that hit home with such clout,

The star would not report that Spring — Mighty Casey would hold out!

 
Casey was the MVP on last year’s Series Champ,
And all the writers in the land pitched tents in Casey’s camp.
 ‘Twas “Casey this!” and “Casey that!” and features on TV,

Now when they came to interview, no Casey did they see.

 
The Mudville General Manager, his Stetson hat askew,
Bellowed “I’ll make Casey hold his breath until he turns bright blue!”
 Casey’s agent, Morton Zucker, raised a challenge in the press,

“No Pay — No Play,” read headlines, “We Want Millions — Nothing Less!”

  
The season ticket holders soon stopped calling to renew,
As Casey held out six long weeks, and then another two!
Spring training almost over, and the lineup nearly set,

The name of Mighty Casey was not written on it yet.

 
 On Op’ning Day the Mayor threw the first ball out with shame,
Not a fan inside the ballpark dared to whisper Casey’s name.
The players took the field and paused to hear the Anthem played,

A little boy sat crying, Mighty Casey was delayed.

 
The fans were growing restless, Mudville started 0 and 10,
And rumor was that Mudville would not see Casey again.
But when Casey’s agent Zucker sought an arbitration hearing,

Every Mudville heart believed a blessed settlement was nearing.

 
The Mudville G.M. cried with rage, “This business reeks of greed!
If Zucker wants to arbitrate, then we’ll make Casey bleed!
Ev’ry error he’s committed, every drunk post-curfew spree,

Will be laid before the arbitrator — bare for all to see!”

 
The hearing lasted five long days, as both sides thrashed it out,
Some devoted fans of Casey’s were no longer so devout.
“He has problems with his back,” his trainer testified to all,

“He’s drunk so often, sometimes he can’t even see the ball!”

 
“Casey never hits for average,” Mudville’s G.M. pointed out,
“And let’s not forget the day that ‘Mighty Casey had struck out!'”
The arbitrator ruled that Mudville pay nine hundred grand,

But Mudville brass weren’t buying and they made their own demand.

 
“If Casey wants his money, we demand he do his best,
And since he can’t be trusted, he must pass a urine test.”
Casey’s test results were positive; all Mudville was in pain,

When Casey was suspended for dependence on cocaine.

 
Casey rehabilitated while the season passed him by,
Mudville fell into the cellar while he hung out to dry.
There were stories in the paper, graphic photos told the tale,

Of how Casey got into a fight and spent the night in jail.

  
This was not the season for which Mudville hearts had hope,
The greatness overcome by greed, the dream done in by dope.
By All-Star break, with Mudville’s pennant promise all but faded,

It was announced that Mighty Casey would be reinstated.

 
Casey soon was reassigned to Triple A Des Moines,
First time up he hit a triple, ran too hard, and pulled his groin.
On a minor league Disabled List, laid low by wear and tear,

Mighty Casey waited for his body to repair.

 
July was nearly over, Casey wasn’t yet in shape,
If Mudville had a chance in hell, they could no longer wait.
The day at last arrived when Casey showed up, bat in hand,

And was penciled in the lineup for the final pennant stand.

 
Casey stepped into the box, a hush was heard to fall,
With Mudville on its feet, he tore the cover off the ball.
It smashed against the outfield fence, a triple in the gap,

And Casey, charging hard for third, paused just to tip his cap.

 
The throw from left was right on line, and Casey had to slide,
But Casey’s legs did not react, he could not find his stride.
The baseman put the tag down from the fielder’s perfect peg,

Before the dust had settled, Mighty Casey broke his leg.

 
A silence gripped the faithful when they heard that fateful crack,
And realized that Casey was not ever coming back.
They bundled him with air-splints and they trundled him away,

No Mudville man nor boy alive will e’er forget that day.

 
Somewhere children sing and laugh and play with simply joy,
Somewhere in ev’ry Baseball Play’r still lives the little boy,
Somewhere there’s a place where Baseball’s just a joyous game,
But there is no joy in Mudville — Mighty Casey pulled up lame.

Author’s Note: Of course, if this had been written in the last decade, cocaine would have been replaced by HGH and steroids — and Tiger Wood’s peccadillos would have loomed large. In many ways, my 1988 Casey got off easy.

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Cleveland Indians on the warpath….

I don’t want to jinx anything, but…

As of June 25, 2011, my beloved Cleveland Indians are still in first place in the American League’s Central Division — scant percentage points ahead of the Detroit Tigers.

The Tribe is 5-5 in their last ten games and Detroit is 4-6, so it’s a close race – but when the season began, who would have thought that the Cleveland Indians would even be in the race, let alone ahead?

The Tribe's 1948 owner, Bill Veeck.

I dearly hope my Tribe hangs on and makes it a race this season. My blue collar hometown could use a positive sports story to lift its spirits – and fill the ballpark. Cleveland is a proud Rust Belt city — and we haven’t won a World Series since legendary owner Bill Veeck and player-manager Lou Boudreau’s team took the title in 1948.

We came close a couple times in the 1990’s. Don’t get me started about the ridiculously wide strike zone that umpires gave Florida’s favorite Cuban boat-person Liván Hernández in 1997 – leading up to that weak, heartbreaking dribbler up the middle past the Tribe’s previously impervious closer, Jose Mesa.

Since 1901 the Indians have appeared in five World Series. They beat The Brooklyn Robins for their first World Championship in 1920 in a best of nine format, 5 games to 2 — allowing just two runs over the last four games. (Indian pitching posted a miniscule 0.89 ERA during the series.)

1948 player-manager Lou Boudreau and his wife.

In 1948, The Indians returned to the World Series for the first time since 1920, beating the Boston Braves in six games to capture their second championship. To this day, this is the Tribe’s greatest moment, though superstar pitcher Bob Feller failed to win his two starts. It was the first World Series to be televised on a nationwide network and was announced by famed sportscaster, Red Barber.

In 1954, The Indians set a franchise record with 111 victories to win the American League Pennant. But in the ’54 World Series, Giant’s center fielder Willie Mays ran down Tribe slugger Vic Wertz’ smash — and the Tribe was swept in four games.

The Giant's Willie Mays hauls in "The Catch" in the '54 World Series.

In 1995, The Indians won their first American League Pennant in over 40 years and advanced to the World Series to face the Atlanta Braves — who won the series in six games. The Tribe, who had batted .291 in the regular season, averaged just .179 in the Series.

This guy got the widest strike zone in World Series history.

In 1997, the Indians won their second American League Pennant in three years. They faced the Florida Marlins in the World Series. Trailing three games to two, the Indians won Game Six to force a decisive Game 7. But it was not gonna be the Tribe’s moment.

The Indians had a one run lead in the 9th inning and were on the verge of winning their first World Championship since 1948 — when the Marlins rallied to win the game in the 11th inning. Game 7 was decided in extra innings on an Edgar Rentería single up the middle past Jose Mesa: one of the great heartbreaking moments in Cleveland sports history, including The Catch, Red Right 88, The Drive, The Shot and The Fumble.

But that’s history. And history is the past. Today, the Cleveland Indians have a chance to write a surprising new chapter in Cleveland sports history. We’ve got Asdrubal Cabrera, Grady Sizeore and Travis Hafner. Screw the past.

Go Tribe. 1948 is just 63 years ago. We’re ready to party!

Knock on wood…

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A Great Pack of Baseball Cards

Recently, a buddy of mine gave me a pack of 1982 Donruss baseball cards. Thus began an adventure.

At first glance one package of 1982 Donruss baseball cards might not seem like a big deal. I mean, these aren’t Topps cards – which are the only ones I collected as a kid.

In fact, Donruss didn’t put out a line of baseball cards until 1981, the year after I graduated college: not a time when I was collecting many baseball cards. My friend’s gift pack, then, was from Donruss’ second year in the baseball card game.

After Fleer won a lawsuit in 1975 to break Topps’ monopoly on baseball cards, the sluice gates opened to release a slurry of increasingly elaborate and expensive cards. From 1981 to ‘87, Donruss was one of a trio of companies making baseball cards, including Fleer and Topps – all of which gave you gum. However, Topps appealed the Fleer lawsuit and the court ruled that Topps’ exclusive rights only applied to cards sold with gum. So, from then on, Fleer and Donruss were gum-less. Fleer put team logo stickers in each pack and Donruss included three pieces of a “Hall of Fame Diamond Kings” puzzle. (More on this later.) Score made its baseball card debut in 1988 and Upper Deck in 1989. Foil cards, holograms, I lost track.

Enclosed in its wax wrapper, my pack of 1982 Donruss cards held 15 of the 660 baseball cards they produced that year. As always, it was a crapshoot as to who those 15 players would be. The expectation I felt as a child just before opening each pack of Topps still rose in me as I tore off the wrapper. Fanning out the cards, I could see right away…

This particular pack was a Hall of Fame gold mine!

Here’s are the 15 cards in my one pack of 1982 Donruss baseball cards: a remarkable package of Major League Baseball heroics and history – plus three puzzle pieces!

1. Mike Schmidt (Third Base) Phillies

Now, that’s the way to start a pack of baseball cards – with the best third baseman of his day, and among the best to ever play the hot corner. Michael Jack Schmidt, born September 27, 1949 in Dayton, Ohio played his entire career  for the Philadelphia Phillies – hitting 548 home runs in 18 seasons. He played his final game 
on May 28, 1989. One of the great Cub-killers ever, Schmidt was voted National League MVP three times, an All-Star 12 times, and was inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame in 1995. He was voted into Cooperstown on 444 out of 460 ballots. So, who were the 16 absolute morons who didn’t think Mike Schmidt was a first ballot Hall of Famer? Probably bitter Cubs fans.

2. Joe Morgan (Second Base) Giants

A younger generation of baseball fans might think that Joe Leonard Morgan is just another ex-jock broadcaster. But, patrolling second base for the World Champion Cincinnati Reds, Joe Morgan was the central cog in The Big Red Machine: a star among stars. With teammates Pete Rose, Johnny Bench, Tony Pérez, and Dave Concepción, Morgan led the Reds to back-to-back World Series rings in 1975 and ‘76 — and was also the National League MVP in those two years: the first second baseman in the history of the National League to win consecutive MVP awards. In the New Bill James Historical Baseball Abstract, Bill James named the 10-time All-Star the best second baseman in baseball history, ahead of #2 Eddie Collins and #3 Rogers Hornsby. Of course, Joe Morgan was enshrined in the Hall of Fame in 1990.

3. Rich Gossage (Pitcher) Yankees

The next Hall of Famer in my pack was briefly a Chicago Cub: Richard Michael “Goose” Gossage — for 22 seasons one of the most feared relief pitchers in the Majors. From 1972-1994 Gossage played for nine different teams but he had his best years with the Yankees and Padres, becoming baseball’s greatest big game closer before the iceman Mariano Rivera cometh. In the late 1970s and early 80s, the 8-time All-Star was the epitome of the Closer as Character with his Wild West whiskers, nasty attitude and screaming heater. He led the AL in saves three times and his 310 saves are fourth all-time. Then again, he’s also the career leader in blown saves (112). That’s what happens when you always get the ball with the game on the line. And Goose Gossage got the final out to clinch a division, league or World Series title seven times. He was elected to the Hall of Fame in 2008.

For all you Cub fans: Gossage got his 300th career save while pitching for the Cubbies on August 6, 1988. Entering the game with two out in the ninth and two Phillies on base – he got Phil Bradley to pop it up to Hall of Fame second baseman Ryne Sandberg, preserving a 7-4 Cubs victory. Cubs win! Cubs win!

4. Lou Whitaker (Second Base) Tigers

“Sweet Lou” Whitaker isn’t in the Hall of Fame, but a lot of Detroit Tiger fans think that’s a crying shame. Louis Rodman Whitaker, Jr. played second for the Detroit Tigers from 1977 to 1995. Whitaker teamed with shortstop Alan Trammell to form the longest running double play combination in major league history: arguably the most famous since Tinker to Evers to Chance. Could he field? Sweet Lou set the standard for defensive play at his position for over a decade. Could he hit? He’s one of the very few players to ever to drive a ball over the roof of Tiger Stadium. Over his 19-year career, he batted .276 with 244 home runs and 2,369 hits in 2,390 games. Since he hung up his cleats, no Detroit Tiger has worn Whitaker’s jersey number (#1), although it’s not officially retired. Sweet Lou’s jersey should probably be in Cooperstown.

5. Ron Hassey (Catcher) Indians

Hey, I got an Indian!

It’s always a big deal to get a hometown player in your package of baseball cards.

Ronald William Hassey doesn’t have a plaque in Cooperstown, either – but he had his Hall of Fame moments. In fact, Ron Hassey is the only major league catcher to catch two perfect games. On May 15, 1981, while playing for my downtrodden Tribe, Hassey caught Len Barker‘s perfect game against the Blue Jays.  A decade later, on July 28, 1991, he was playing for Montreal when he caught a perfect game for the Expos’ Dennis Martinez against the Dodgers.  (Who says lightning doesn’t strike twice in the same place?) While with the Oakland A’s, Hassey caught nearly all of Bob Welch‘s games, including during Welch’s 1990 Cy Young season in which he won 27 games. Hassey began his career with the Cleveland Indians, and he and future Tribe manager Mike Hargrove played together in Cleveland from 1979-1984. Many of us also remember him as a dependable late season addition to those beloved 1984 Cubs who won the NL East title before a heartbreaking loss in the NLCS to Steve Garvey and the Padres.

6. Bill Virdon (Manager) Astros

William Charles Virdon was the starting center fielder on the 1960 World Champion Pirates. He hit a ground ball in Game 7 of the World Series that took a bad hop and hit Yankees shortstop Tony Kubek in the throat. Virdon reached first base and helped ignite a late-game rally that culminated in Bill Mazeroski‘s legendary walk-off home run. When his playing days were done, Virdon managed the Pirates (1972-73), Yankees (1974-75), Astros (1975-82), and Expos (1983-84). As a manager, he added another unique chapter to the annals of baseball trivia — as one of only four men to be voted Manager of the Year in both leagues. Virdon was the 1974 American League Manager of the Year in with the Yankees – and in 1980 he was named National League Manager of the Year with the Astros.

7. Roger Erickson (Pitcher) Twins

Roger Farrell Erickson was 21 years old when he broke into the big leagues on April 6, 1978, with the Minnesota Twins. His rookie year in The Bigs was auspicious: he started 37 games, recording a 14-13 record with a 3.96 ERA and 121 strikeouts. But during his next 5 seasons, he never won more than 7 games, finishing with a career 35-53 won-loss record and a 4.13 ERA. He did, however, complete 24 of his 117 career starts: which would be a rare feat nowadays.

8. Verne Ruhle (Pitcher) Astros

Vernon Gerald Ruhle pitched in the majors from 1974 to ’86, mostly with the Tigers and Astros.  In a workmanlike 13-year career, Ruhle had a 67-88 won-loss record with 582 strikeouts and a 3.73 ERA. (Which would be pretty damn good if it was you or me pitching.) Ruhle ended his career in the Angels’ bullpen and made his last appearance on the mound in Game 4 of the 1986 American League Championship Series against the Red Sox. Ruhle took the ball from Manager Gene Mauch with the Angels trailing 1-0 with two out in the seventh and gave up two more runs in the eighth. Luckily, the Angels tied it in the ninth and won the game in 11 innings. Ruhle fared far better than his fellow Angels pitcher Donnie Moore did in the very next game of the series. In Game 5, the Angels were one strike away from advancing to the World Series for the first time — but Moore became the goat of the ’86 ALCS by giving up a two-out, two-strikes home run to Dave Henderson in the top of the ninth inning — and then giving up Henderson’s game-winning sacrifice fly two innings later. Boston went on to win the AL Pennant in 7 games. Hounded by the media and unforgiving fans, Moore became depressed, sank into alcoholism over the next two years, and killed himself on July 19, 1989. After his playing days, Ruhle became a pitching coach with the Astros, Phillies, Mets and Reds. One game can make a big difference. In Game 4, The Angels hitters came back to save Verne Ruhle from a loss. They didn’t save Donnie Moore.

9. Otto Velez (Outfielder) Blue Jays

Outfielder Otoniel Vélez Franceschi mercifully went by “Otto Velez” or a lot of baseball beat writers would have worn out their proofreaders between 1973 and ’83. (This was long before computer spell-check.) To make things even simpler, they nicknamed him “The Swatto”. Otto the Swatto is one of several players to hit four home runs in a doubleheader, a feat he accomplished while playing for the Toronto Blue Jays on May 4, 1980 against my beloved Tribe. But Velez’ hit his four home runs for the cycle: a solo shot, a two-run homer, a three-run blast — and a grand slam. That’s pretty damn cool. He finished his career with 78 home runs – and he ended it playing for the Indians. But Otto didn’t swatto any home runs for the Tribe, which doesn’t seem fair after hitting four against us in just one day.

10. John Urrea (Pitcher) Padres

Los Angeles born pitcher John Urrea was no longer in the Major Leagues when his 1982 baseball card came out. John Goody Urrea was a first round draft pick of the St. Louis Cardinals in the 1974 amateur draft. In 1977, he moved up from Double-A to the Cardinals as a reliever — and won his first five games as a starter. It was a promising debut, but in a five-year career with St. Louis and San Diego, that promise was not kept. Urrea pitched well for St. Louis in ’77, recording a 7-6 record with 4 saves and a 3.16 ERA, but he found himself back in the minors the next year. He fared better in the Cardinals bullpen in 1980, going 4-1 with 3 saves and 3.48 ERA – but St. Louis sent him and Terry Kennedy to San Diego in a 1981 trade for Rollie Fingers, Gene Tenace and some others. Despite the fact that Urrea posted a stellar 2.39 ERA in 38 relief appearances for manager Frank Howard’s Padres, his career was over after that season at the age of 26.  I wondered how a guy with a lifetime ERA of 3.74 could have such a brief and spotty career – but I couldn’t find much info about Urrea. However, one of the few things I did find was very intriguing. It’s an interesting blog article with a provocative series of comments. Check it out at: http://cards.devonyoung.com/padres/john-urrea/

11. Tom Underwood (Pitcher) A’s

For 11 seasons, journeyman pitcher Thomas Gerald Underwood plied his trade with the Phillies, Cardinals, Blue Jays, Yankees, A’s and Orioles, posting an 86-87 won-loss record and a career 3.89 ERA. Underwood’s career was not without some highlights. He helped the Phillies win their division in 1976 and ’77, and he was part of a Yankees team that won their division in 1980 and the AL Pennant in ’81. In 1978, he was voted the Blue Jays’ outstanding pitcher. Tom’s brother, Pat Underwood, pitched for the Detroit Tigers from ’79 to ’83 – one of 381 sets of brothers who have played in a Major League game. On May 31, Pat made his major league debut pitching for Detroit against his older brother Tom who started that day for the Blue Jays. They both pitched seven shutout innings, but Pat prevailed 1-0 with some relief help in the ninth. It was one of the very few cases where pitching brothers faced each other in a regulation game.

12. Dan Ford (Outfielder) Angels

Darnell “Disco Dan” Glenn Ford played in the Majors primarily as an outfielder from 1975-’85 for the Twins, Angels and Orioles. Besides having a fabulous nickname (and also having the same name as the star of “Blackboard Jungle” and “The Courtship of Eddie’s Father”), Disco Dan also had some notable on-the-field accomplishments. He hit the first home run at the rebuilt Yankee Stadium on April 15, 1976 and he hit for the cycle against the Seattle Mariners on August 10, 1979. He hit a home run for the Orioles in Game 3 of the 1983 World Series on their way to the championship. (Trivia note: ’83 was the last World Series that Bowie Kuhn presided over as commissioner.) In his 11 seasons, Ford maintained a .270 career batting average and slugged 121 homers. A solid career for Disco Dan.

13. Eddie Miller (Outfielder) Braves

From 1977-1984, Edward Lee Miller was a utility outfielder for the Rangers, Braves, Tigers, and Padres. Miller never played in more than 50 games in a season – and in ’81, the year he played in those 50 games, his 23 stolen bases were 10th in the National League. But Eddie Miller biggest moment in baseball was his last. In his final game on September 30, 1984 — after 7 seasons, 138 games, 332 plate appearances and 79 career hits — Miller socked his only major league home run in his last career at bat.

14. John Stearns (Catcher) Mets

John Hardin Stearns was called up from the AAA Toledo Mud Hens to play for the Phillies, and on September 22, 1974, he made his major league debut, coming off the bench to get his first knock in two at bats. But his first game with the Phillies was his last. With young Bob Boone already established behind the plate for Philly, Stearns was expendable. (Trivia note: Bob Boone is the son of the late MLB third baseman Ray Boone, and the father of two major leaguers: Bret Boone and Aaron Boone. All four Boones were named All-Stars during their careers.) Thus, the Phillies sent Stearns to the Mets, for whom he donned the tools of ignorance from ‘75 to ’84. Stearns had the dubious distinction of being one of the best players on the worst team of his era. He represented the lowly Mets in four All-Star Games — even as his team hovered around 100 losses all four of those seasons. Stearns was fast for a catcher — with nearly twice as many stolen bases as homers during his career. But Stearns best moment in baseball may have been when he got annoyed by the Atlanta Braves’ mascot, Chief Noc-A-Homa, and chased him off the field. And remember, Stearns was fast for catcher.

15. John Harris (First Base) Angels

John Harris is 1 of 571 players to have played for the Angels – and like John Urrea, he was already out of the Major Leagues when his ‘82 baseball card came out. Harris was no bonus baby: he was picked in the 29th round of the 1976 Major League Baseball draft – and he was already 25 years old when he broke into the big leagues. His three seasons, from 1979 to ’81, were all with the California Angels. In 56 games for the Halos, Harris batted .258, with 31 hits, 5 homers and 16 RBI. But though his time in The Show was brief, he’s a baseball lifer. This year, he was hired as the field manager of the Amarillo Sox of the American Association. Harris is still living the dream.

And finally, there’s those puzzle pieces.

The three 3 puzzle pieces in my package are among the 63 total pieces needed to put together the complete puzzle: a Babe Ruth collage entitled “Hall of Fame Diamond King.” Needless to say, I won’t be trying to collect them all. But I am glad that I’ve got these three pieces – and that I spent some quality time with the 15 players in this great pack of baseball cards.

Get a pack of cards – any year, any maker, and try this exercise yourself.

Each baseball card is a life story.

It’s like reading 15 tiny novels.

With or without the gum.

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10 More Rays of Sunlight

With earthquakes, tsunamis and meltdowns in Japan, House Speaker John Boehner and the GOP Teahadists threatening to shut down the government, and fabulous Pia Toscano getting voted off “American Idol” — things can seem pretty bleak. But, as I’ve said before, it’s does no good to retreat into the darkness of despair. We must seek the light. No matter how black the landscape appears at night — there are rays of sunshine rising just below the horizon. Here are 10 rays of light that, for me, provide illumination in the current gloom

1.  Boehner Plummets in the Polls

Speaker John Boehner, meet Speaker Newt Gingrich.

It didn’t take very long for John “Crybaby” Boehner to lose favor with the American people. Blubbering Boehner’s approval rating has fallen 18 points since early January. Weepy John celebrated the New Year with a 35% job approval rating. Three months later, his approval rating is falling like bitter tears – down to 25%. And that’s before he blunders into a government shutdown. Americans actually seem to be paying attention to just how bad a job Boehner is doing of governing. Boehner and Gingrich. Together forever.

2. The NBA Playoffs

The real pro basketball season is about to begin: the NBA playoffs. Let’s face it. The regular season is just an 82-game tournament seeding process. Now things get serious. And this could be one of the best NBA playoffs ever. The first four teams in each conference all have a legitimate shot. (Okay, maybe not Dallas.)

The storylines could hardly be more compelling. Will the aging veteran Boston Celtics reach the finals and deny retiring Lakers’ coach Phil Jackson his fourth and final NBA title three-peat? Will LeBron James, Dwayne Wade and the star-studded Miami Heat deny the Chicago Bulls and MVP candidate Derrick Rose a return to their first NBA Finals since the Michael Jordan era? And you can’t ignore the consistency and professionalism of the San Antonio Spurs or the explosive youth and athleticism of the upstart Oklahoma City Thunder.

3. Survivor: Redemption Island

I am an unabashed Survivor fan – and this season is shaping up to be one of the best. The Redemption Island twist has added a new and intriguing wrinkle to what is already the best television game show ever produced. Bringing back classic villains Russell Hantz and Boston Rob didn’t work out as well as the producers might have hoped – but, then again, did anyone expect to see bad boy Russell reduced to tears?

Boston Rob & "The Former Federal Agent"

Boston Rob seems to be in charge of the game, but if Bible-toting Matt can return from his second stint on Redemption Island, he may yet be a factor. Meanwhile, Phillip the “former federal agent” just might be the craziest character in the game’s history. Will the girls ever turn on Boston Rob? Damn, I love this show.

I’ll go tally the votes. The tribe has spoken.

4. Baseball Season Begins

All I need to say is this: at this moment in the 2011 Major League Baseball season my Cleveland Indians are in first place in the AL Central.

There’s a whiteboard hanging in Indians manager Manny Acta’s office upon which is written, “The road to success is not a freeway. It’s a tollway and it’s always under construction.” The Indians are a work in progress, indeed. They’ve got a young roster and a parsimonious payroll – but they just swept the wealthy superstars of the Boston Red Sox with bunches of home runs and a suicide squeeze bunt. However, even if the Tribe finishes the season with a stunningly unlikely World Series victory, I’ll never refer to The Jake as “Progressive Field”.

5. NU Dance Marathon Sets Fundraising Record

It’s not just that I’m proud of my daughter Emilia and her fellow NU Dance Marathon emcee Jesse Swedlund for keeping more than 900 student dancers moving for thirty straight hours in early March — although their energy, enthusiasm and good humor were prodigious, indeed. But to top off the whole experience, the 2011 Marathon raised over a million dollars for The Children’s Heart Foundation. ($1,019,130 to be exact.) It was inspiring to go back to campus and see so many great young people having so much fun working up a sweat for a worthy cause.

6. Glenn Beck Leaving FOX

What could be better than the news that Glenn Beck’s god-awful show will be off Fox News Channel later this year? It’s like Christmas in April. It’s like an early birthday present. (April 16th, by the way.) Beck’s ratings have sunk 30% from their peak, and an advertiser boycott also took its toll. Crazy Beck was reduced to hawking gold coins and dubious workout products. Of course, FOX softened the blow, saying they’ll still be in business with Beck, starting with some Beckumentaries — but no longer having to endure a daily dose of Beck’s chalkboard ravings is reason enough to smile.

7. Casey on American Idol

I was shocked when Pia Toscano got voted off, but I’m glad that “Idol” judges Randy Jackson, Jennifer Lopez and Steven Tyler had already used their one and only save to keep Casey Abrams on the show. I dig Casey’s style, his voice, and his groovy bass playing. He’s unique. In fact, Casey’s so cool, I’m amazed he’s still in it. It’s gratifying to know there are so many “American Idol” watchers with good taste. (Even if they did make a mistake booting Pia.) But, seriously, Paul McDonald? Really? That dude’s raspy, one-octave voice is wearing as thin as his smile is wide.

8. Michelle Bachmann for President

The fact that Michele Bachmann, the wacky Tea party darling and GOP Congresswoman from Minnesota, is seriously considering running for the Republication Presidential nomination is a gift that will keep on giving. I can’t wait see her on the GOP primary ballot in Iowa. Man, I hope she wins in Iowa. Then, she can ride her crazy train to New Hampshire. With Michelle ranting and raving on the extreme right wing, just imagine how far toward the fringe Newt and Huckabee and the Donald will have to go. And could there be room on the GOP crazy train for both Bachmann and Palin? How about Palin-Bachmann 2012? Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! Could anything that fun actually happen? It would be the death of satire, true. But it would also spell doom for the Republican Party.

9. The Vic & Paul Show Goes to Chicago

After a 22-year absence from the Chicago area stage, my wife Victoria and I will perform “The Vic & Paul Show” at The Prop Theatre from June 9-12. It’s going to be great fun doing comedy in Chicago again – and even more fun to be doing it with the brilliant Steve Rashid at the keyboard. If you don’t have your tickets yet – don’t wait too long. It’s a limited engagement (5 shows) and The Prop’s an intimate space (70 seats). For reservations, go to: http://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/169351

10. Easter Will Soon Be Here!

For untold centuries, after the darkness and cold of winter, human cultures have celebrated the return of life and light in the spring. That’s why The Easter season is such a profound holiday. It’s a celebration of life’s annual victory over death. Which is why it’s fitting that Christians celebrate Jesus’ Resurrection at this time. This is one of those years when “regular” Easter and Greek Easter are on the same day. Since my wife is Greek Orthodox, we always enjoy a big Greek Easter dinner with our close circle of friends. Legs of lamb on the barbecue grill, dyed red eggs, pastitso and baklava. Oh yeah, some Ouzo, too. I’m in heaven just thinking about it. Opa!

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Salute to the Opening of Spring Training

Baseball fans!

This is the week that Major League Baseball’s spring training camps begin. Of course, the hateful, evil, Satanic New York Yankees were among the first teams whose pitchers and catchers reported to spring training on Wednesday, February 17, 2010. I will leave it to the all-knowing baseball gods to explain why my downtrodden, under-achieving Cleveland Indians (who you’d think would want to get a head start on the damnable Yankees and everybody else) were the very last club to hold their first spring workouts on Tuesday, February 23 – nearly a full week after the Yankees. What the hell? Was my Tribe gallantly giving the hated Yanks a head start? My competitive head aches…

But regardless of how my beloved Cleveland Indians have approached spring training 2010, I’d like to celebrate the first flowering of the MLB baseball season with a re-print of a poem I wrote many years ago. Full credit must be given to my wife Victoria (who was not yet my wife at the time) who managed in 1988 to get my satiric take on Ernest Lawrence Thayer’sCasey At The Bat” published in the Baseball Bible, The Sporting News.

I still remember being at the wheel of our car when Victoria told me that some sports publication called “the sporting something” was going to publish my poem. “Is it The Sporting News?” I screamed at her, pounding the steering wheel! “Are you talking about the Baseball Bible? The Sporting News??” Victoria was a cool, impossibly groovy girl — but she had no idea how absolutely perfect a publication she’d landed. And, as a relatively good South Side Chicago girl, she could not fully appreciate how I felt when I saw that the legendary Mad Magazine artist, Jack Davis, illustrated my poem.

UPDATE: Before I published this article, I wrote to The Sporting News to confirm the identity of the artist.  In September 2010, I finally heard from Sporting News archivist Bill Wilson that is was he — and not Jack Davis — who illustrated my poem. “I hate to disappoint you,” writes Wilson, “but the ‘prominent artist’ who illustrated this piece was none other than me. I’ll take the compliment, however, as well as the comparison to Jack Davis—it is an apt one, as he was one of the biggest influences on my style. I was with TSN as everything from a staff artist and cartoonist to creative director between 1981 and 2008.” Ultimately, I’m not disappointed. The very talented Bill Wilson did a great job.

Here then, in honor of Spring Training 2010, is my poem — first published in The Sporting News on January 5, 1988.

CASEY GOES TO ARBITRATION

Written by Paul Barrosse

With apologies to Ernest Lawrence Thayer, a tongue-in-cheek look at baseball today…

It looked extremely hopeful for the Mudville nine that year,
The Spring was full of promise, and the fans were full of cheer.
Then came the news by UPI that hit home with such clout,

The star would not report that Spring — Mighty Casey would hold out!

Casey was the MVP on last year’s Series Champ,
And all the writers in the land pitched tents in Casey’s camp.
‘Twas “Casey this!” and “Casey that!” and features on TV,

Now when they came to interview, no Casey did they see.

The Mudville General Manager, his Stetson hat askew,
Bellowed “I’ll make Casey hold his breath until he turns bright blue!”
Casey’s agent, Morton Zucker, raised a challenge in the press,

“No Pay — No Play,” read headlines, “We Want Millions — Nothing Less!”

The season ticket holders soon stopped calling to renew,
As Casey held out six long weeks, and then another two!
Spring training almost over, and the lineup nearly set,

The name of Mighty Casey was not written on it yet.

On Op’ning Day the Mayor threw the first ball out with shame,
Not a fan inside the ballpark dared to whisper Casey’s name.
The players took the field and paused to hear the Anthem played,

A little boy sat crying, Mighty Casey was delayed.

The fans were growing restless, Mudville started 0 and 10,
And rumor was that Mudville would not see Casey again.
But when Casey’s agent Zucker sought an arbitration hearing,

Every Mudville heart believed a blessed settlement was nearing.

The Mudville G.M. cried with rage, “This business reeks of greed!
If Zucker wants to arbitrate, then we’ll make Casey bleed!
Ev’ry error he’s committed, every drunk post-curfew spree,

Will be laid before the arbitrator — bare for all to see!”

The hearing lasted five long days, as both sides thrashed it out,
Some devoted fans of Casey’s were no longer so devout.
“He has problems with his back,” his trainer testified to all,

“He’s drunk so often, sometimes he can’t even see the ball!”

“Casey never hits for average,” Mudville’s G.M. pointed out,
“And let’s not forget the day that ‘Mighty Casey had struck out!'”
The arbitrator ruled that Mudville pay nine hundred grand,

But Mudville brass weren’t buying and they made their own demand.

“If Casey wants his money, we demand he do his best,
And since he can’t be trusted, he must pass a urine test.”
Casey’s test results were positive; all Mudville was in pain,

When Casey was suspended for dependence on cocaine.

Casey rehabilitated while the season passed him by,
Mudville fell into the cellar while he hung out to dry.
There were stories in the paper, graphic photos told the tale,

Of how Casey got into a fight and spent the night in jail.

This was not the season for which Mudville hearts had hope,
The greatness overcome by greed, the dream done in by dope.
By All-Star break, with Mudville’s pennant promise all but faded,

It was announced that Mighty Casey would be reinstated.

Casey soon was reassigned to Triple A Des Moines,
First time up he hit a triple, ran too hard, and pulled his groin.
On a minor league Disabled List, laid low by wear and tear,

Mighty Casey waited for his body to repair.

July was nearly over, Casey wasn’t yet in shape,
If Mudville had a chance in hell, they could no longer wait.
The day at last arrived when Casey showed up, bat in hand,

And was penciled in the lineup for the final pennant stand.

Casey stepped into the box, a hush was heard to fall,
With Mudville on its feet, he tore the cover off the ball.
It smashed against the outfield fence, a triple in the gap,

And Casey, charging hard for third, paused just to tip his cap.

The throw from left was right on line, and Casey had to slide,
But Casey’s legs did not react, he could not find his stride.
The baseman put the tag down from the fielder’s perfect peg,

Before the dust had settled, Mighty Casey broke his leg.

A silence gripped the faithful when they heard that fateful crack,
And realized that Casey was not ever coming back.
They bundled him with air-splints and they trundled him away,

No Mudville man nor boy alive will e’er forget that day.

Somewhere children sing and laugh and play with simply joy,
Somewhere in ev’ry Baseball Play’r still lives the little boy,
Somewhere there’s a place where Baseball’s just a joyous game,
But there is no joy in Mudville — Mighty Casey pulled up lame.

Author’s Note: Of course, if this had been written in the last decade, cocaine would have been replaced by HGH and steroids — and Tiger Wood’s peccadillos would have loomed large. In many ways, my 1988 Casey got off easy.

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