Growing up, I never had an issue with the St. Louis
Cardinals. They had won the 1982 World Series against the Milwaukee Brewers a
few months before I was born, and I honestly don’t recall watching the 1985
World Series when they lost to the Kansas City Royals. My only experience I can
really remember from the 1980s was when they lost to the Minnesota Twins in the
1987 World Series in seven games. It would be the last real season of greatness
for Hall of Fame manager Whitey Herzog as the 1990s would usher in the Joe
Torre era of Cardinals baseball. The extent of my knowledge of the Cardinals at
the time relied heavily upon the Topps baseball cards I collected and the
occasional games I’d catch on TV whenever they played the Atlanta Braves or
Chicago Cubs. To be honest, the only reason I ever cared about catching any bit
of the game was for the same reason any kid growing up in the 80s and 90s
would, to watch Hall of Famer Ozzie Smith do his tumbling act as he took to the
field. If I had the patience to actually watch the game back then I always made
sure to catch the at-bats for Smith, Vince Coleman and Willie McGee, as they
were my favorite players from those squads. Yes, those mediocre years for the
Cardinals were some of my favorite to watch.
I have a much more vivid memory of the first day when I
started hating the Cardinals; April 1, 1996, the first day of the Tony LaRussa
era. As a die-hard Oakland Athletics fan for a solid 26 years of my life, there
are very few moments of absolute anguish in my baseball fandom, but LaRussa
jumping ship from the bay to take the helm for the Cards is definitely in my
Top-five. I was 13-years-old at the time and I was finally starting to get a
grasp on all of the historical numbers within Major League Baseball. The one that
shot out at me the hardest back then was the number nine; as in nine World
Series championships won by both the A’s and Cardinals. The New York Yankees
were, and still are virtually uncatchable; however, being number two on the
list was a nice little token to keep in one’s pocket. 1996 was an especially
scary year for A’s fans on account of the Cardinals coming within one game of
playing in the World Series that year. Luckily for us, the Braves owned the
1990s in the National League, and took down the Cardinals in the National
League Championship Series in seven games. I should also point out that it
really sucked to see Dennis Eckersley follow LaRussa to St. Louis as well.
In 1997 the world kind of righted itself out as the
Cardinals fell back in the standings to a level of mediocrity that I recalled
from my earlier years. All was going well until the trade deadline on July 31st;
the last day I would ever see Mark McGwire in an A’s uniform. My favorite
player was gone; and he of course broke the single-season home run record in
his first full season in 1998. As happy I was for his accomplishment I couldn’t
help but think of how much more fitting it would have been to see him do it in
the green and gold.
2006 was a great year to be an A’s fan. Years of hard work
and sacrifice finally paid off as the A’s got out of the American League
Division Series in a 3-0 sweep of the Twins, the team that had shattered our
hopes in the same series during our magical 2002 “Moneyball” run. The Cardinals
had progressed as well into the NLCS and we had a seemingly easy battle ahead
of us in the American league Championship Series against the Detroit Tigers,
but alas, our date with destiny failed to be. The Tigers smoked the A’s in four
games and proceeded to get thwarted four games to one in the World Series
against the Cardinals. The World Series tie was broken. The A’s were now the
third best team in MLB history. 2011 made matters worse as the Cardinals once
again held the crown high after winning and epic seven-game series against the
Texas Rangers.
I had the highest of hopes going into the 2012 season as the
A’s representative in the MLB
Fan Cave,
but I also had some stiff competition from the Cardinals rep Kyle Thompson.
During the Top-30 audition process in Arizona
I got a feel for him and went back to Oregon
not being overtly impressed by him, but I had a strong feeling that he would
make his way to New York
with me. My intuition was sharp as this became a reality. I don’t dwell too
much on our interaction in this post, but I assure that it will come up farther
down the road. All I can tell you is that if all Cardinals were like Kyle, any
justification I have for hating Cardinals fans would be legitimate.
On April 13, 2012 the Cardinals celebrated their home opener
against the Chicago Cubs and it became the only day that I would ever wear
Cardinals gear in the Fan
Cave. It became quickly
known by everyone inside and outside of the Fan Cave
that I had an array of gear from every team. Even though I was there to
represent the A’s I always felt it was more of my duty to represent baseball
for all of the fans who did not have a representative. I care about the game
too much to be a one dimensional fan. So, knowing that I had a few family
friends in attendance at Busch Stadium that day, all of which had signs of
support for me in the Fan
Cave if they ever got on
TV, I wore my Bob Gibson player-T and a Cardinals hat to show my support.
Everyone was cool with this; everyone except Kyle. One of the deals I had made
with the other eight Cave Dwellers was that I would never wear any gear for
their team if any players or representatives came into the Fan Cave.
I knew that this was their day and I did not want to spoil their fun in any
way. Since this was an Opening Day occasion and we weren’t exactly celebrating
anything in the Fan
Cave that day, I didn’t
see a big deal in what I was doing. My reasons were justified and I didn’t
exactly do anything to shift the attention to myself, especially considering
that the cameras were NOT rolling that day. But to Kyle, I had invaded his
turf. This would be the first time that he and I had a bit of a spat. I just
shrugged it off and told him to relax, something he apparently didn’t want to
hear. As confrontational as I can be I didn’t want this situation to make
anyone look bad so I just let it slide. Besides, the games were starting. It’s
not like I had time to go back to the apartment and change. I suppose I could
have just walked around shirtless, showing off my tattoos, but I’m pretty sure that
would have been taken as attention-getting as well. So, I did the only thing I
could do… watch the game.
I didn’t know much of what the Cardinals had planned for the
day as there was a slight drizzle falling upon the crowd which had postponed
the ceremonies for a bit. Then, in a little white golf cart, out came Stan
Musial. I’ve never had much of a problem with teams bringing out players from
their past for such an occasion, but this is one of the few times I remember
feeling uncomfortable. Musial’s health was visibly fading fast, and it really
didn’t look like he wanted to be there; however, he put on a smile and went out
to the pitchers mound to greet the sold out crowd in typical Stan the Man
fashion. He was 91-years-old, but he could still light up the room from his
presence alone. One of the greatest to ever play the game, he owned that day,
even in the short period of time he was there to congratulate the team on
winning the World Series the previous year. In an instant it was over. Musial
was carted off the field the same way he came in, but all of use knew that this
was probably going to be one of the last times we’d ever see him. On January 19
of this year Musial passed away at the age of 92 at his home in Laude, Missouri.
The last hero from the Golden Era of baseball was gone.
I had wanted to pick up a vintage Cardinals cap for years,
but my angst toward the team had always stepped in the way. To make matters
worse, my opinion of Kyle had spilled over into my social media content and I
really wanted nothing to do with the Cardinals. It would take months before I
could even bring myself to watching or talking about the team publicly, and the
thing that made everything click was my trip to St. Louis on September 8 as the Cardinals
took on the Brewers. I had kept to myself for most of the game, not really
wanting to interact with anyone, and trying to avoid a confrontation. To my
amazement small groups of people spotted me sitting in the centerfield
bleachers and came over to introduce themselves to me. Everyone I chatted with
recognized me from my time in the Fan
Cave and every one of
them asked why I wasn’t there anymore. In so few words I did my best to explain
that it was a “business decision” and that Kyle was one of the roots of that
move. Of all the people I talked to, not a single one liked Kyle. They all felt
he was making Cardinals fans look “psychotic” and “uneducated.” I just sat and
listened with a cracked smile on my face. I was so happy that I was not the
only one who saw this. Needless to say, my illusions of the Cardinals and their
fans changed for the better that night. I had a blast. The mascot became one of
my biggest fans after I took a picture with him and I was regaled by stories
from the Musial days by a few of the older couples strewn about the crowd. I
also got a phone number from a Cardinals fan who was on vacation from LSU, but
nothing happened. I think the one thing I took away from my trip to Busch
Stadium was an education of how my emotions had gotten the better of me for years.
I still hate the team, from a sports competition perspective, but I have a
greater respect for the people who help the fan base thrive. For that, I
finally broke down and picked up some classic Cardinals caps.
This cap in particular is one of two I really wanted to have
in my collection. I picked it up from a Web site called MickeysPlace.com, a
shop based out of Cooperstown,
New York who specializes in
classic memorabilia. Most of the old school hats in my collection have come
from here and I have no means of stopping shopping with them anytime soon. This
was the third period of Cardinals hat to feature any kind of a logo on the
front of the cap since 1893. The first two eras I have yet to find for sale,
but I’m not one to let that stop me. This cap was used from 1940-1955; first as
their home and alternate road cap in 1940 until it took over as their game cap
from 1941-1950. In 1951-1952 the Cardinals used it as their home only cap as
they had introduced the same cap with a navy blue bill as their road cap for
those two seasons. Then, in 1953-1955, the Cardinals went back to the red
billed cap for home and away games until switching to the navy blue billed cap
for all of their games starting in 1956. Even though Musial missed only one
year of wearing this cap (1940) throughout its existence I couldn’t think of
anyone better to pay tribute to.
At age 15 Musial joined the Donora Zincs, a semi-professional team managed by Barbao. In his Zincs debut he pitched six innings and struck out 13 batters, all of them adults. Musial also played one season on the newly revived Donora High School baseball team, where one of his teammates was Buddy Griffey, father of MLB player Ken Griffey, Sr. and grandfather to Ken Griffey, Jr. Baseball statistician Bill James described the younger Griffey, in comparison to Musial, as "the second-best left-handed hitting, left-handed throwing outfielder ever born in Donora, Pennsylvania, on November 21."
Musial had received a scholarship offer to play basketball
from the University
of Pennsylvania, but
opted to sign with the Cardinals as a free agent. Musial's father initially
resisted the idea of his son pursuing a baseball career, but reluctantly gave
his consent after lobbying by both Musial and his mother. Musial also credited
his school librarian Helen Kloz for pointing out that baseball was his dream
and advising him to pursue it professionally. In what was then a common
practice, the Cardinals did not file the contract with the baseball
commissioner's office until June 1938. This preserved Musial's amateur
eligibility, and he was still able to participate in high school sports,
leading Donora High School's basketball team to a
playoff appearance. He then reported to the Cardinals' Class D affiliate in West Virginia, the Williamson
Red Birds.
Musial’s minor league days had its ups and downs. He married
Lillian Labash on May 25, 1940 and the couple’s first child followed in August.
His playing days took a turn for the worst shortly after as he suffered a
shoulder injury that same month while playing in the outfield. For a while
Musial considered leaving baseball entirely, complaining that he could not
afford to support himself and his wife on the $16 a week pay. His then manager
and lifetime friend Dickie Kerr talked him out of it, and even took the Musials
into his own home to relieve the financial burden. To repay the debt Musial
bought Kerr a $20,000 home in Houston
in 1958. In 113 games in 1940 he hit .311, while compiling an 18–5 pitching
record that included 176 strikeouts and 145 walks.
Musial was assigned to the Class AA Columbus Red Birds to
begin 1941, though manager, Burt Shotton, and Musial himself quickly realized
that the previous year's injury had considerably weakened his arm. He was
reassigned to the Class C Springfield Cardinals as a full-time outfielder, and
he later credited manager, Ollie Vanek, for displaying confidence in his
hitting ability. During 87 games with Springfield Musial hit a league-leading
.379, before being promoted to the Rochester Red Wings of the International
League. He was noted for his unique batting stance, a crouch in which his back
was seemingly square to the pitcher. This stance was later described by
pitcher, Ted Lyons, as "a kid peeking around the corner to see if the cops
were coming". According to a 1950 description by author Tom Meany,
"The bent knees and the crouch give him the appearance of a coiled spring,
although most pitchers think of him as a coiled rattlesnake." Musial
continued to play well in Rochester—in one three-game stretch, he had 11 hits.
He was called up to the Cardinals for the last two weeks of the 1941 season.
Musial made his MLB debut on September 17, 1941 and played in the final 12
games of the season. In the 47 at-bats he received he made every one of them
count, going .417 with 20 hits, a home run, seven RBI and scoring eight runs.
Musial would never see a game in the Minor Leagues again throughout his playing
career.
Everything I’ve ever know about Musial has come from
watching old game footage from the likes of Ken Burns Baseball and the amazing stories I’ve heard over the years from
older fans who witnessed him play when they were kids. It kind of bums me out
when I do these longer posts on the legends of the game and I have no personal
account of seeing them play. Most of their stories I have to piece together
from encyclopedias and stat sheets, but what’s most impressive about Musial is
how much you can derive from his playing years simply by looking at the
numbers. In 1942 there was a Rookie of the Year award, but not on the grand
scale like it is today. Sports writers in each league awarded one up-and-coming
star per league (like today) and that was about it. There wasn’t any kind of a
formal award until 1947. But, what I can tell you about 1942 is that had there
been such an award, Musial would have won it easily. In his first full season
in the Majors Musial finished in 12th place for the NL MVP. Four of
his teammates finished ahead of him and only one of them had a better batting
average than he did: Enos Slaughter at .318. Musial’s .315 average was
something to boast about. Very few had seen such consistency out of someone so
young and very few thought it would last. Boy were they wrong. 1942 was also an
interesting year because it would be marked as the ONLY full season that Musial
would play in which he didn’t make the All-Star roster. That’s right; Musial
made 20 consecutive All-Star appearances with the exception of 1945 which I’ll
get to in a moment.
In 1943 Musial proved his worth by winning the first of
seven batting titles he’d attain throughout his career. He hit .357 and lead
the league in: triples (20), doubles (48) and hits (200). That season he won
his first of three NL MVP awards, beating out his teammate Walker Cooper that
year who had finished one spot ahead of him in voting the previous year. Musial
would go on to win the NL MVP award two more times in 1946 and 1948, each time
leading the league in average, triples, doubles, hits, runs and RBI once in
1948 with 131. 1945 was the only year from 1942-1958 where Musial was not on
the NL MVP list due to the fact that he had been drafted into the US Navy to fight
for his country in World War II. His military career would last 15 months. He
never saw combat during his time as he was assigned to rebuild ship in Pearl Harbor.
In his return to baseball in 1946 Musial received his moniker
during a game at Ebbets Field. During the Cardinals June 23rd game against the
Brooklyn Dodgers, St. Louis Post-Dispatch sportswriter Bob Broeg heard
Dodger fans chanting whenever Musial came to bat, but could not understand the
words. Later that day over dinner, Broeg asked Cardinals traveling
secretary Leo Ward if he had understood what the Dodger fans had been chanting.
Ward said, "Every time Stan came up they chanted, 'Here comes the
man!'" "'That man,' you mean", Broeg said. "No, the
man", replied Ward. Broeg mentioned this story in his Post-Dispatch
column, and Musial was thereafter known as Stan "The Man".
In 1959 Musial lost a bit of his step, which he later
contributed to “improper physical conditioning.” It would be one of three years
in which he would not be in the running for the NL MVP as he hit a career-worst
.255 that season. That’s really funny to think about considering that most
currently player would kill to have that as their best average in a season. But
what do you expect from a guy who hit .331 lifetime? Musial was so displeased
by his performance that he took a $20,000 pay cut to prove that he could do
better and enlisted the help of Walter Eberhardt, the director of physical
education at St. Louis
University. In 1960 he
finished 16th for the NL MVP, hitting .275 on the season, but failed
to make the list in 1961 despite hitting .288. In 1962 he finished in 10th
despite hitting .330 with 19 home runs and 82 RBI. It’s kind of incredible that
he finished so low if you ever take a chance to look at the who finished ahead
of him.
Musial's last game, on September 29, 1963, was preceded by
an hour-long retirement ceremony. Speakers at the event included baseball commissioner Ford Frick, Cardinals
broadcaster Harry Caray, and Cardinals owner Gussie Busch, who announced that
Musial's uniform number "6" would be retired by the team. During
the game, Musial recorded a single in the fourth inning, and then hit a single
to right field that scored teammate Curt Flood in the sixth. Cardinals’
manager Johnny Keane brought in Gary Kolb as a pinch-runner for Musial,
bringing his major league career to an end. Just as he had recorded
two base hits in his major league debut, Musial finished his last game with two
hits, as well. Musial would finish with the all time National League
record and second to only Ty Cobb on the all time Major League list. Musial's
last hit in his career was hit past the Cincinnati Reds second baseman at the
time, Pete Rose, who would later break Cobb's record to become the all time hit
king.
Musial ended his playing career with 3,630 hits, a .311
average, 475 home runs and 1,951 RBI. He as inducted into the National Baseball
Hall of Fame in 1969. He is, and will forever be the face of the organization.
One thing that I learned about Musial during my time in St.
Louis, and then again a few weeks ago in Tampa was that he was quite the
accomplished harmonica player which included his rendition of "Take Me Out
to the Ball Game". Through the 1990s, he frequently played the
harmonica at public gatherings, such as the annual Baseball Hall of Fame
induction ceremony and various charity events. He performed on the television show Hee Haw
and in 1994 and recorded 18 songs that were sold in tandem with a
harmonica-playing instruction booklet.
In 2010 the Cardinals launched a campaign to build support
for awarding Musial the Presidential Medal of Freedom for his lifetime of
achievement and service. The campaign realized its goal, and on
February 15, 2011, Musial was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom by
President Barack Obama who called him "an icon untarnished, a
beloved pillar of the community, a gentleman you'd want your kids to
emulate."
I never got to see him again when he made his last public
appearance before Game four of the 2012 NLCS, but from what I heard, it wasn’t
much different than when I saw him on TV in the Fan Cave for Opening Day. It
was hard enough seeing someone who had touched so many lives in such a weakened
state, but that unfortunately is the sad reality of life. At some point we’ll
all get to that state, but it’s how we adapt to it is what truly tests our
character. Musial was a great guy through-and-through, and I have felt so awful
for the years of anger I had toward the fans who adored him. I still have my
beef with the team, but all for the sake of smack talk now. The Cardinals fans
I got to know over the last year have truly been great and they should all be
happy to have a three-time World Series champion, and all around good guy like
Musial to call their own.
I shuffled through a lot of quotes about Musial and his
career and I only found one that I really think summed up his life and his
career perfectly. In Musial's 3,026 major league appearances, he was never
ejected from a game. Speaking about his quiet reputation within the
sport's history, sportscaster Bob Costas said, "He didn't hit a homer in
his last at-bat; he hit a single. He didn't hit in 56 straight games. He
married his high school sweetheart and stayed married to her. ... All Musial
represents is more than two decades of sustained excellence and complete
decency as a human being."
Dave D. said...
ReplyDeleteJust read the post and I understand better, but not to the point of loathing any team. Musial was my personal hero and seeing him was better than when I saw Ozzy. I'm glad we did get to see him one last time. I don't watch TV, so I didn't even know about fan-cave or anything. I do have my own Fan Cave museum of signed memorabilia and am including the Giants in it...LOL. I'm waiting on a hat to be sent back from Dusty Baker. I'm even representing the Cubs in my collection with a jersey signed by Don Kessinger (6x All Star for them). I've also just added 3 more game used hats from the Phillies and the Reds. Just don't hate any team until they play yours :) I was at the ring ceremony and Lou Brock and I were wearing the same coat. He kept looking at me. The first 25,000 fans got a replica ring which I replaced 12 of the CZ's with real rubies. It was a tad more than a drizzle and my sons and I were in the middle of it, keeping a sweet viewing point. I saw myself during every player introduction of the ceremony. Being my first game EVER, it was the coolest moment of my life. Them beating the Cubs was even sweeter. Anyway, let the healing begin, stay cool, hit the hookah and just enjoy the game.
I just read this today, not sure how I missed it. Thank you very much for sharing it. Such a great series of events to end my night on. :)
Delete