I’ll admit it. I’ve been pretty pessimistic when it comes to the Blue Jays over say, the last 22 years. Can you blame me? But, to my credit (or maybe not), I’ve never bailed on them. Now that I live in Owen Sound, I don’t get to see them live nearly as much as I used to, but I keep watching on television night after night after night. I haven’t always been sure why I do. Sometimes, it felt like a strange kind of loyalty to my younger self.

Still, I kept watching. But any time I was foolish enough to even let myself start to believe for a short time, they’d break my heart. Now? I’m pumped! This past weekend in New York was amazing. And – even though it’s August and not September – it got me thinking back to the pennant race of 1985 … the first time Toronto won the American League East.

As many of you know, my family lived and died with this team in those days. (OK, we still do!) We still have the season tickets we’ve had since the moment they went on sale prior to the first season in 1977. I grew up with this team and it was a blast! In 1985, I was in my fifth and final year on the Blue Jays ground crew as the team made the journey from worst to first.

On August 4, 1985, the Blue Jays were 67-39. They were 9 1/2 games up on the Yankees in the American League East. Over the next five weeks, the Jays went 21-12. The Yankees went 29-6. They had two seven-game winning streaks and an 11-game streak during that stretch. Every night, it seemed, they were trailing, only to rattle off a big inning late in the game to pull out a victory. It was testing my faith.

There was an old security guard who worked in the Blue Jays bullpen in those days. I’m very sorry I can’t remember his name. I loved talking with him. As a boy in 1930s, he’d lived in New York and worked at the Polo Grounds. As an old man (in the days long before the Internet), he carried papers in his pocket on which he tracked all of baseball’s all-time leaders and which current players were gaining on them.

I remember walking out to the bullpen one day and admitting to him how nervous I was getting. Dennis Lamp (who went 11-0 in relief that year) glared at me. People may remember a picture of him in the clubhouse after the Jays clinched, pointing to a sign he’d made that said something along the lines of, “People counted this team out, but we never heard the bell.” I’ve never told anyone this before, but I sort of felt he was talking to me. But that’s getting a little ahead of the story…

When the Blue Jays headed into New York to begin a four-game series on September 12, their once-big lead was down to 2 1/2 games. That Thursday night, the Jays were leading 4-1 through six innings. But as they had done for weeks, the Yankees rallied in the seventh. Two brutal errors by Tony Fernandez led to six runs on just three hits. The Yankees won the game 7-5.

Amazingly, the Blue Jays bounced back. They won the next three in a row, and stretched their lead back to 4 1/2 games. Though things got nervously tight again over the next couple of weeks, Toronto clinched the AL East Division on October 5, 1985, with a 5-1 victory over the Yankees.

I was right there on the field a few seconds later, assigned the job of protecting home plate in case any excited fans wanted to dig it up as a souvenir. In some of the film footage (unfortunately, not the TV footage you can find on YouTube) you can clearly see me running onto the field, hugging a fellow ground crew member, and then turning to face the stands, where my brother Jonathan had been sitting, and waiting for him to race onto the field to leap into my arms.

The World Series wins were great. My wife Barbara and I often remember the nervous feeling in our stomaches as Game Six in 1992 went into extra innings, and I remember wading through a room full of people after the game, struggling to reach and embrace my brother David. But for me, 1985 will always be special. It staggers me to think it was 30 years ago…

I attended the Blue Jays’ home opener on Monday, running my streak to 39-for-39 in franchise history. (Even when they were rained out in 1980, I skipped my last class to attend the 4 pm first game two days later.) Of all the books I’ve worked on, my favorite would be when we did the Toronto Blue Jays Official 25th Anniversary Commemorative Book at Dan Diamond & Associates. It’s hard to believe it was so long ago.

Our book came out about the same time that HBO released 61*, which was directed by Billy Crystal. He talked a lot about what a thrill it was for him to tell this story of his childhood heroes. Well, Billy Crystal got to worship Mickey Mantle, and Roger Maris, and Whitey Ford when he was a kid … but I’ve been watching for the ENTIRE HISTORY of the team I cheer for. Still, for this story, I’m borrowing from Billy’s team … though from a lot earlier than he remembers.

Recently, I came across Mark Truelove’s web site candiancolour.ca which displays digitally colourized historical Canadian photographs. It’s AMAZING. My only criticism is there aren’t enough pictures! (I imagine that’s because it takes time for him to do them so well.) The picture below is one of two on Mark’s site featuring Babe Ruth, and it got me wondering what he was doing on stage at the Pantages Theater in Vancouver on November 29, 1926.

On stage with Babe Ruth in Vancouver is mayor L.D. Taylor as catcher and
Chief of Police Long as umpire. For a larger image, see Mark’s web site.
For another original shot of Ruth on stage, see the Vancouver Archives.

Babe Ruth had had a terrible season by his standards in 1925. That was the year of “The Bellyache Heard ’Round the World” when he arrived at spring training horribly overweight and eventually spent several weeks in hospital with a stomach ailment that has never really been explained. Back in shape for 1926, Ruth rebounded to hit .372 with 47 homers and 146 RBIs.

The Yankees won the American League pennant in 1926, but Ruth made the final out in game seven of the World Series against St. Louis when he was caught trying to steal second base. At the time, this actually seemed to increase his popularity! (Ruth also hit four home runs in the series, including three in game four alone, when he may or may not have promised to hit one for hospitalized 11-year-old Johnny Sylvester, which didn’t hurt his popularity either!) After the series, Ruth went on a short barnstorming baseball tour before hitting the western vaudeville circuit.

On August 31, 1926, Ruth had signed a $100,000 contract with Alexander Pantages. Others had been bidding for his services too, but Pantages, via a long-distance telephone call from Los Angeles, blew them all away with the largest offer in the history of vaudeville. It was generally reported, then and now, that the deal was for 12 weeks, though some stories that fall claimed it was a 15-week tour. Either way, it was a ton of money for a player who’d just earned $52,500 for the six-month baseball season. (Ruth would hold out for $100,000 a year for two years prior to the 1927 campaign, and eventually signed for $70,000.)

Ruth’s Pantages tour opened in Minneapolis on October 30, 1926 and made its way west, winding up in California in February of 1927. He seems to have spent several days in most of the cities he visited. Basically, Ruth went on stage, recited a somewhat fictionalized story of his life, talked baseball, demonstrated his swing, and invited boys up with him for autographs. Bill Oram, writing in The Salt Lake City Tribune on July 11, 2011, quotes some of Ruth’s patter from his visit to the Utah capital in late January:

“Mr. Dunn made a pitcher out of me,” Babe Ruth relayed to his hungry audience. He was baseball’s best left-hander early in his career, and that started with the minor-league Baltimore Orioles under the watchful eye of manager Jack Dunn.

“Then he traded me the same day to another club for a batboy,” he embellished. “I was feeling pretty bad in the clubhouse that day when I thought it over. But I figured I could do Mr. Dunn a favor. I went to him and told him the ceiling was leaking in his clubhouse.”

The audience sat rapt.

Ruth paused for the punchline to his tale. “[Dunn] said, ‘You darn boob, that ain’t a leak. That’s the shower bath!’”

In an era when most people could only expect to see him in newsreels, Ruth charmed the crowds everywhere he went. In Vancouver, he had lunch with orphans at a Children’s Aid Society home and visited a disabled boy in hospital. This seems typical of most of his stops, and in some cities he even wrote a column (or, likely had it ghost-written) in local newspapers. Not everyone was enamored of his stage performance, however. Yankee biographers Jonathan Eig and Harvey Frommer both quote Ruth’s teammate Mark Koenig as calling his set, “boring as hell.” Sixteen-year-old Doris Bailey of Portland, Oregon (whose “Doris Diaries” have been published and appear online) thought Ruth was “not so much to rave about. Terribly conceited.”

Towards the end of the tour, Ruth was arrested in San Diego on January 23 because it was said that by calling up boys on stage with him so that he could sign autographs he had violated California’s Child Labor Laws! Regardless, kids stormed the stage in Long Beach the following night, and Ruth was later acquitted of the charges.

Before leaving California, Ruth lingered a little longer to film the movie Babe Comes Home, in which he plays a ballplayer whose love of a woman is threatened by his addiction to chewing tobacco. Soon after filming, Ruth signed his new contract with the Yankees, and though he got off to a slow start in 1927, he went on to hit .356 with 60 home runs and 164 RBIs (Lou Gehrig hit .373 / 47 / 175 and was named MVP) as the “Murders Row” team went 110-44 en route to winning the World Series.

Last week, USA Today reported that Pete Rose is hopeful the new Major League commissioner will meet with him to discuss his ban from baseball. Rose has already been cleared to take part in some of the All-Star festivities in Cincinnati this summer.

I came across the story below from the January 11, 1984 edition of the Montreal Gazette a little while back and found it very interesting. Particularly now. (Coincidentally, given my story two weeks ago about about the new Red Army film, the Gazette was also reporting that day that Canadiens GM Serge Savard was preparing for an upcoming trip to the Sarajevo Winter Olympics and was hopeful that Vladislav Tretiak would return to Montreal with him to play in the NHL after the Games. Tretiak, of course, never received the permission he needed from Soviet officials to join the Canadiens.)

Back in 1984, Pete Rose was a free agent after five years with the Philadelphia Phillies, which had followed his 16 seasons with the Cincinnati Reds. Rose would turn 43 that April, and his batting average had dropped from .325 in 1981 to .271 in 1982 to .245 in 1983. Still, with 3,990 career hits, he was just 201 behind Ty Cobb’s all-time record at the time and there was little doubt he was going to sign with someone. The Expos and the Seattle Mariners were the only teams on record as showing any interest. Ian MacDonald wrote that Rose expected to know if he had a deal to come to Montreal within the week. (He signed with the Expos on January 20.) What I found most interesting is what MacDonald wrote next:

“And a guy who picked both National Football League playoff games Sunday – and was “nine-for-twelve in the bowls” is worth heeding when he predicts that an announcement may be imminent.”

Obviously, nobody had a problem with Rose’s gambling at this point! To insiders (though certainly not to fans like my 20-year-old self) Rose was known to be a big gambler, and was often seen at horse races.

Rose got his 4,000th hit with the Expos early in the season, but was traded to Cincinnati in August and became the Reds’ player-manager. He broke Cobb’s record the following year, on September 11, 1985. Rose gave up playing after 1986 but was still managing the Reds in 1989 when his gambling problem became known to all. That August, he was banned from baseball for life for gambling on the game. He denied for years that he’d bet on baseball, but Rose finally came clean in 2004 … though he says he only ever bet on his own team to win.

Despite the many records he holds (some of which are listed below), Rose remains ineligible for election to the Baseball Hall of Fame. There is no indication yet that Commissioner Rob Manfred plans to change this. For more on whether or not Rose should be in Cooperstown, you can read a couple of interesting stories that appeared in The Atlantic in March and August of 2014.

Major League Records
• Most Career Hits 4,256
• Most Games Played 3,562
• Most AB’s 14,053
• Most Singles 3,315
• Most Total Bases Switch Hitter 5,752
• Most Season 200 or more hits 10
• Most Season 600 or more AB’s 17
• Most Season 150 or more games played 17
• Only Major League Player in History to Play 500 Games at 5 Positions

National League Records
• Most Doubles 746
• Longest Consecutive Game Hitting Steak (44 Games) 1978
• Batting Champ 1968-1969-1973

Congratulations to the 2014 World Series champion San Francisco Giants, and to MVP Madison Bumgarner. He was pretty amazing! Historically speaking, three championships in five years is quite an accomplishment … but somehow, the Giants just don’t feel like a dynasty to me. It’s not like there’s been that overwhelming feeling going into any season that there’s just no way to beat them. To me, that’s as much a part of being a dynasty as the winning.

This was the last World Series to be overseen by baseball commissioner Bud Selig. People seem to be well past saying that his legacy will be the canceled World Series of 1994, and are instead praising his developments of interleague play, the expanded playoffs with first one and now two wild card teams in each league, and the huge expansion of revenue those two ideas helped to create. But even though I truly do believe you might see something you’ve never seen before any time you watch a baseball game, it really seems that there are very few ideas in sports that someone hasn’t thought of before! Many of Bud Selig’s innovations for baseball – and even his ill-fated plans for contraction – were all advanced back in 1935 … by Hockey Hall of Famer Lester Patrick.

Lester Patrick was a big baseball fan, and a pretty good ballplayer in his younger days.
A couple of years ago, I wrote a story for The Hockey News making the case that the World Series of 1912 inspired Patrick to push for hockey to change the Stanley Cup playoffs away from the one-, two-, or three-game challenge series the Stanley Cup trustees had always favored toward the best-of-seven format used in baseball.

By 1934, Major League Baseball was a money-losing proposition in many cities because of The Great Depression, but Patrick had a few ideas to fix that. His plan, reported in newspapers in January of 1935, was to take the eight-team American League and eight-team National league and combine them into one 12-team circuit with two divisions of six teams each. They would play an interlocking schedule, and then – instead of only the pennant winners advancing directly into the World Series, as baseball had always done – the top three teams in each division would qualify for the playoffs. In the NHL, finances weren’t exactly booming at this time either, and American sportswriters loved to mock the league’s playoffs for being needlessly complicated and giving less worthy teams a chance to win. Still, Patrick said:

“If we had two major hockey leagues we’d lose money like the baseball people do. Our race would be over right now and we wouldn’t draw files playing out the schedule. Instead, interest is sustained for the playoffs, the crowds keep coming, and we make money. And we play to standing room only in the playoffs. But in baseball all too often one or two teams have the race sewed up long before the season is over and attendance fades to nothing. Under my plan, interest would be sustained throughout the year.”

As for interleague play:

“Imagine how towns like Pittsburgh and Brooklyn would turn out to see Babe Ruth, Jimmy Foxx and other stars playing the Pirates or Dodgers. Or how Washington and Cleveland would go for Dizzy Dean and other stars they never see. You may think Babe Ruth has been over exploited but, really, the baseball people have been dumb. They haven’t exploited him half enough. Think of the millions they could have made with him under a set-up as I have outlined.”

National League president (and future Major League commissioner) Ford Frick saw merit in Patrick’s plan but wasn’t sure how it could be carried out … particularly the contraction part. “Granting that it would work out well in baseball,” Frick said, “what towns could be dropped? No town would want to be deprived of its baseball.”

To Patrick, the answer was obvious. “Drop the four weakest towns financially.” His plan was to cut the St. Louis Browns, the Boston Braves, and the Philadelphia Phillies, all of whom already had other teams in the same cities (the Cardinals, Red Sox, and the Philadelphia Athletics) who were doing much better. The fourth team Patrick planned to drop was the Reds. “Only Cincinnati would be deprived of a major league club and judging by the box office receipts, that isn’t a major league town anyway.”

In the long run, Lester Patrick and Bud Selig were probably wrong about contraction, but the rest of Patrick’s plan looks an awful lot like the makeup of baseball Selig has given us today … although without the drug testing and instant replays!

The World Series starts tonight. If you haven’t been paying attention, Kansas City is 8-and-0 in the postseason. The Royals are coming off of pretty stunning sweeps of the two best teams in the American League after returning to the playoffs for the first time since their World Series victory in 1985. San Francisco is back again, for the third time in five years, after winning the World Series in 2010 and 2012.

The Giants reached the World Series this time with a five-game win over St. Louis, wrapping up the NLCS with a three-run walk-off home run by Travis Ishikawa in the bottom of the ninth. The guy who caught the home run ball gave it back to Ishikawa the other day. “Ishikawa is the guy who hit the ball,” explained lifelong Giants fan Frank Burke. “I’m just the lucky guy who caught it.” Burke was taken down to the clubhouse and handed the ball to Ishikawa, who gave him a signed bat in return. Burke also asked if he could get tickets to the World Series, and later received four for Game Three, which will be the first to be played in San Francisco.

I like to think I would have done the same thing … but I don’t know.

I remember when the groundskeeper who caught Mark McGwire’s record-breaking 62nd home run ball in 1998 returned it to him for nothing, even though other balls from the home run race with Sammy Sosa had already been sold for thousands of dollars. I remember thinking then that I would have liked to do the same thing … but soon McGwire’s 70th home run ball sold for $3 million! Then there was that epic battle in the stands, not to mention the courts, over the ball a few years later when Barry Bonds broke McGwire’s record.

The market for home run balls (like everything else!) seems to have dropped considerably since then, but the mania for baseball memorabilia dates back a lot further than the sports card craze of the 1980s and ’90s and the home run daze of the ’90s and early 2000s.

In 1911, Frank Baker of the Philadelphia A’s hit home runs against the New York Giants in back-to-back games of that year’s World Series, and became known ever after as “Home Run Baker.” Baker’s first home run, in Game Two, went complete out of Philadelphia’s Shibe Park and landed on Twentieth Street. It was scooped up by a red-headed boy, who grabbed it and ran off with a policeman (who also wanted the ball) in hot pursuit. Obviously, the ball had some value.

After local papers printed the story, red-headed boys all over Philadelphia suddenly turned up selling the supposed Baker Ball! Stories about this illicit enterprise soon showed up in newspapers all across North America. So far, I’ve come across them in November of 1911 in newspapers from Auburn, New York; Calgary, Alberta; and Spokane, Washington. Here’s part of the account from The Calgary Daily Herald:

“Doesn’t make any difference where you go in the vicinity of Philadelphia, you will find that ball. And it’s usually for sale. The funny part of it is that while you are standing in the heart of the shopping district, admiring the ball, some other fan will be standing upon the outskirts of the city, also admiring a sphere which Baker is supposed to have driven over the fence…

“I’m the boy what got the ball what Frank Baker hit over the fence,” was the introduction. “This is the ball.”

Then the dickering began.

“If this fan looked prosperous the kid started at about $25… Of course, he was willing to accept anything upward of $1.25, the price which he paid for the sphere…

“Returning visitors say that the rage is still on. They claim you can see the identical ball in any portion of Philadelphia. Also that it is on exhibition in the suburbs. Some say that it has crossed to the Jersey Shore.

“Some of the wild-eyed fans claim to have invested from $30 to $50.”

Depending on how you choose to calculate inflation, that would range from as little as $750 to more than $24,000 today. Not quite $3 million, but still a nice little racket!

My favorite part of writing is doing the research. I love to look things up. Nowadays, I can spend hours at a time reading old newspapers on my computer, but I’ll always remember the day back in 1983 when I discovered newspapers on microfilm. Corny as it sounds, it changed my life. Until I found those little orange boxes containing the New York Times, microfilm had only existed for me in spy movies. It was something someone smuggled out of an Iron Curtain country. Now, it would let me travel through time!

Having made this discovery, some people might choose to look up the moon landing, the Kennedy assassination, the bombing of Pearl Harbor, or maybe the day they were born. I chose to look up the seventh game of the 1926 World Series. The day that Grover Cleveland “Pete” Alexanderstruck out Tony Lazzeri of the New York Yankees with the bases loaded and went on to save the first World Series championship for the St. Louis Cardinals.

Why did I look up that game? One reason was that I knew the exact date (October 10, 1926). Another was the reason why I knew the exact date, which is because the legend of Alexander striking out Lazzeri was one of the featured stories in the very first book I ever had about baseball history: Big Time Baseball by the late Maury Allen. Mostly, the reason I chose to look up that game is because there were so many different versions of what happened that day. The people involved couldn’t even agree on the weather! Alexander himself remembered it as a “dark, chilly afternoon,” but his manager (and second baseman) Rogers Hornsby recalled Alex being out there “in the sunlight.”

The World Series of 1926 was a classic. The Yankees of Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig were already a powerhouse, while the Cardinals had just won their first National League pennant. The Yanks won the opener and went out to a 3-2 series lead, but Alexander kept the Cardinals alive with a complete-game victory in New York in game six. St. Louis was clinging to a one-run lead in game seven the following day at Yankee Stadium when starter Jess Haines injured his pitching hand. There were two out and the bases loaded when Hornsby called on Alexander again. As Big Time Baseball put it:

Why, many wondered, was it Alexander, and not [Art] Reinhart or [Flint] Rhem coming in toward the mound? After his nine-inning chore of the day before, Ol’ Pete had no reasonable expectation he would be called on again. In view of that he had done some celebrating — perhaps a little too much celebrating — the night before. Was he rested enough — was he in condition to pitch?

Alexander was an alcoholic, drinking to hide his epilepsy and to forget the horrors of combat in World War I. There are many who say the pitcher was hung over when Rogers Hornsby called on him. Others claim he was still drunk. Hornsby said fans would tell him to his face that he’d had to send a cab to get Alex out of a barroom after the game had started, but Alexander always maintained he was sober and Hornsby backs him up. Still, the pitcher admits he took a long time making the walk from the bullpen to the pitcher’s mound to face Lazzeri. Alexander and Hornsby spoke briefly, and then the pitcher got to work.

Everyone seems to agree that Alexander started the young slugger with a curveball, but the story gets fuzzy again after that. Some say the pitch was a strike. Others a ball. Then there are those who maintain it was the very first pitch that Lazzeri launched deep down the left field line.

The piercing crack was like a rifle report. Sixty thousand fans jumped to their feet howling, as a mighty line drive whistled toward the left field stands. The ball zoomed over the fence and the shouts rose to a deafening roar — and then suddenly died away. The drive was foul by a foot!

Hornsby would say the ball was two feet foul, but Alexander claimed the drive “had a tail-end fade and landed foul by eight to ten feet.” He shrugged it off, and struck out Lazzeri to end the threat. For all practical purposes, it was ball game over. Alexander had little trouble in the eighth and ninth, and the Cardinals were World Series champions.

The microfilm was going to give me the chance to find out what really happened. I didn’t figure there was any way I would read about how drunk or hungover Alexander was or was not, but I knew I would at least find out what the weather was and which pitch Lazzeri hit. Most importantly, I hoped to find out just how far foul that ball really was!

As I suspected, there was no mention of Alexander’s drinking. Just talk that it seemed to be “a sort of questionable bit of diplomacy” to call on him after his performance the day before. The weather, however, was summed up nicely: “It is cold; it is dreary; it is dark; it is dripping; it is damp and thick and all that.”

As for the pitch, the newspaper confirmed that Alexander started Lazzeri with a curve, but he didn’t swing and it was ball one. Lazzeri didn’t swing until the third pitch, when, with the count 1-and-1, he hit the famous foul ball. But no account would say how far foul. One writer said simply, “Lazzeri fouled it into the stands.” Another reported only that, “Lazzeri drove a long foul fly to the leftfield stands.” The written account of the radio play-by-play called it “a long shot into the left field stands.”

So, my first foray into microfilm had produced success and failure. I had found some of what I was looking for, but I couldn’t uncover everything. Some things, even simple things, really are lost to history.