Slow start puts Tribe in a pretty deep hole
By Patrick McManamon
Beacon Journal sports columnist
Published on Friday, May 30, 2008
Baseball is a game about numbers, and the Indians' season now boils down to some numbers.
As in: The Indians must win 60 percent of their remaining games to finish the season with 90 wins.
If they wish to win 94 games, which might or might not be a reasonable number needed to win the American League Central, they will have to win 64 percent (nearly 2-of-3) the rest of the way.
The numbers make coming back to win the division a difficult proposition, and if it's a safe assumption that a wild-card team will not come from the Central, it's a clear view of the challenge the Indians face as they try to return to the playoffs.
That's the cold, hard reality
of their 24-29 start.
And with each loss, the future of C.C. Sabathia lurks in the background.
Ask yourself what you'd do if the Indians are out of the race at the trading deadline and a team wants to give them three good prospects — one who can hit and two who can pitch.
How do the Indians turn down that deal, especially since Sabathia turned down $18 million per year in the offseason?
Yes, a lot can happen in the next month or two.
A winning streak would change a lot, as would some good relief pitching. But the signs are not good for a team that came within one game of the World Series in 2007.
Start with Travis Hafner, who probably will be put on the disabled list today. Hafner has somehow forgotten to hit since he signed his contract extension a year ago. Last year, Hafner ''struggled'' and still hit 24 home runs and drove in 100 runs. This year, nothing is working.
The rest of the lineup has gone in the tank as well, forcing manager Eric Wedge to try more combinations than a school locker.
Few have worked. The past 30 days the Indians have hit .221, worst in all of baseball.
The cleanup hitter, Victor Martinez, has not hit a home run. That means the three and four spots in the lineup are void of meaningful production.
This has led to some ugly at-bats, but that's what happens when a team doesn't hit. Individuals start to press, which leads to them trying to do too much, which is what happened to Martinez on Wednesday when he popped to short with two on and two out in the ninth.
He swung at a bad pitch, a sign of pressing too much.
Then there's the bullpen, which has blown nine of its 18 save chances. Last year's standout, Rafael Betancourt, had Wedge apoplectic after he blew a lead Wednesday.
A year ago, the Indians prided themselves on having not one but several leaders, and on having a lineup that was slump-proof because it had hitters up and down the lineup who could hit 20 home runs and drive in 80 runs.
The aggregate became greater than the parts.
This year, that same group has proven the slump-proof theory wrong, and because there are so many similar personalities, there is nobody to take charge.
Wedge is trying, but leadership has to come from players as well.
Sabathia is a leader, but he started dismally and could leave after the season.
Consider that with Hafner out, the No. 3 hitter is Ben Francisco. He wasn't on the team until April 22.
Nothing like having the newest guy on the team in the third slot.
But that's what happens when much of the lineup is swinging a Wiffle-ball bat.
The lack of an offseason addition also is showing.
There were good reasons for not making a move — GM Mark Shapiro did not want to give up Asdrubal Cabrera in a trade for a hitter — but the fact remains it's the same team. Another bat might have mitigated the slump of the slump-proof gang.
It is only June, but the Indians will have to finish 66-43 to win 90 games. Which means winning 60.6 percent of their remaining games.
No team in baseball won 60 percent of its games last year. Or the year before.
To win 94 games, the Indians would have to win 70-of-109 (.642). One team in baseball has done that since 2004. One.
That's how tough the Indians' situation has become.
But . . . it's not impossible.
The Indians are 51/2 games behind the Chicago White Sox, and that's not insurmountable. They just have to get going.
The Indians found out last year how good they can be when things go well and everyone contributes. How do they fix things this year? Like they are eating an elephant: one bite at a time.
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Patrick McManamon can be reached at pmcmanamon@thebeaconjournal.com. Read his blog at http://www.ohiomm.com/blogs/mcmanamon/.
Baseball is a game about numbers, and the Indians' season now boils down to some numbers.
As in: The Indians must win 60 percent of their remaining games to finish the season with 90 wins.
If they wish to win 94 games, which might or might not be a reasonable number needed to win the American League Central, they will have to win 64 percent (nearly 2-of-3) the rest of the way.
The numbers make coming back to win the division a difficult proposition, and if it's a safe assumption that a wild-card team will not come from the Central, it's a clear view of the challenge the Indians face as they try to return to the playoffs.
That's the cold, hard reality
of their 24-29 start.
And with each loss, the future of C.C. Sabathia lurks in the background.
Ask yourself what you'd do if the Indians are out of the race at the trading deadline and a team wants to give them three good prospects — one who can hit and two who can pitch.
How do the Indians turn down that deal, especially since Sabathia turned down $18 million per year in the offseason?
Yes, a lot can happen in the next month or two.
A winning streak would change a lot, as would some good relief pitching. But the signs are not good for a team that came within one game of the World Series in 2007.
Start with Travis Hafner, who probably will be put on the disabled list today. Hafner has somehow forgotten to hit since he signed his contract extension a year ago. Last year, Hafner ''struggled'' and still hit 24 home runs and drove in 100 runs. This year, nothing is working.
The rest of the lineup has gone in the tank as well, forcing manager Eric Wedge to try more combinations than a school locker.
Few have worked. The past 30 days the Indians have hit .221, worst in all of baseball.
The cleanup hitter, Victor Martinez, has not hit a home run. That means the three and four spots in the lineup are void of meaningful production.
This has led to some ugly at-bats, but that's what happens when a team doesn't hit. Individuals start to press, which leads to them trying to do too much, which is what happened to Martinez on Wednesday when he popped to short with two on and two out in the ninth.
He swung at a bad pitch, a sign of pressing too much.
Then there's the bullpen, which has blown nine of its 18 save chances. Last year's standout, Rafael Betancourt, had Wedge apoplectic after he blew a lead Wednesday.
A year ago, the Indians prided themselves on having not one but several leaders, and on having a lineup that was slump-proof because it had hitters up and down the lineup who could hit 20 home runs and drive in 80 runs.
The aggregate became greater than the parts.
This year, that same group has proven the slump-proof theory wrong, and because there are so many similar personalities, there is nobody to take charge.
Wedge is trying, but leadership has to come from players as well.
Sabathia is a leader, but he started dismally and could leave after the season.
Consider that with Hafner out, the No. 3 hitter is Ben Francisco. He wasn't on the team until April 22.
Nothing like having the newest guy on the team in the third slot.
But that's what happens when much of the lineup is swinging a Wiffle-ball bat.
The lack of an offseason addition also is showing.
There were good reasons for not making a move — GM Mark Shapiro did not want to give up Asdrubal Cabrera in a trade for a hitter — but the fact remains it's the same team. Another bat might have mitigated the slump of the slump-proof gang.
It is only June, but the Indians will have to finish 66-43 to win 90 games. Which means winning 60.6 percent of their remaining games.
No team in baseball won 60 percent of its games last year. Or the year before.
To win 94 games, the Indians would have to win 70-of-109 (.642). One team in baseball has done that since 2004. One.
That's how tough the Indians' situation has become.
But . . . it's not impossible.
The Indians are 51/2 games behind the Chicago White Sox, and that's not insurmountable. They just have to get going.
The Indians found out last year how good they can be when things go well and everyone contributes. How do they fix things this year? Like they are eating an elephant: one bite at a time.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
One Pitch Two Outs
Laffey relies on words of wisdom
Young Indians left-hander takes his own advice
By Stephanie Storm
Beacon Journal sportswriter
Published on Friday, May 30, 2008
One pitch, two outs.
That's what young Indians pitcher Aaron Laffey reminds himself the moment he senses trouble in a game.
Whether there's an error behind him, or he has given up a couple of hits in a row or issued a walk, Laffey steps off the mound. He takes a deep breath. He repeats the words.
One pitch, two outs.
''At any time I can get a ground ball and get out of the inning,'' Laffey said. ''That's the beauty of how I pitch.''
It's not that Laffey, an impressionable 23-year-old, doesn't make mistakes. It's just that he is mature beyond his years and learns quickly from them. He has shown an uncanny ability to slow down the game and to move quickly into damage-control mode when he gets in a jam.
One pitch, two outs.
''There was one game last year as a rookie in Minnesota where I kind of got hit around a bit,'' Laffey said. ''That's when I really started working on remembering to focus. Since then, I just say it out loud to myself. After that point, I've gotten into a couple jams in other outings. But for the most part, I have been able to work through them.''
Laffey was called up from Triple-A Buffalo on April 28 to fill in for Jake Westbrook who
was sidelined with a left intercostal strain. He once again has pitched his way into the Indians' starting rotation.
''For such a young guy, he has pitched very well,'' Westbrook said about his young replacement after making a rehab start last week for the Aeros. ''I enjoy watching him when he's out there.''
Ranked by Baseball America as the Indians' fifth-best prospect entering the season, Laffey survived a roster move this season when closer Joe Borowski came off the disabled list May 23. Left-handed reliever Craig Breslow was sent down.
Laffey could have been the odd man out again Wednesday, but in addition to the Tribe designating struggling veteran reliever Jorge Julio for assignment, a recent hip injury suffered by right-handed starter Fausto Carmona last weekend appears to have cemented Laffey's place in the rotation for about another month.
It will be another month of consistently starting without having to look over his shoulder that the Tribe's 16th-round pick in 2003 out of Allegany (Md.) High School looks forward to the most.
''When you first get up here or are up briefly just filling in, you kind of walk around on egg shells, not wanting to step on anyone's toes,'' said Laffey, who earned the win Tuesday in an 8-2 victory over the visiting Chicago White Sox. He improved his record to 3-3 and his ERA to 1.59.
''But there's a comfortableness that comes with knowing I'm not only here for a while, but I'm here and needed.''
In 392/3 innings Laffey has limited the opposition to seven earned runs. Since April 17, he has the lowest ERA in the American League among pitchers with a minimum of 30 innings, topping his left-handed teammates, C.C. Sabathia (1.61) and Cliff Lee (1.75).
''It's really important for guys to know what kind of player they are so they're not trying to be something they can't,'' Indians pitching coach Carl Willis said. ''Aaron's strength is his sinking fastball and pitching to contact, and he knows that. Thus, he's able to avoid big innings when he gets in trouble because he believes with one pitch he can get two out.''
In his breakout season last year, Laffey won 17 games at three levels in the Indians' system.
After starting the season at Double-A Akron, he quickly pitched his way into the major leagues. He finished the year as the Tribe's fifth starter and pitched into the fifth inning in eight of his last nine starts, going 4-2 with a 4.56 ERA as a rookie.
''A big thing going for him is that he's such a good athlete, and that gives him confidence,'' Willis said. ''In high school, he was an above-average multi-sport player. Because he was the best athlete on the baseball team, when he didn't pitch he played shortstop.''
One pitch, two outs.
It's a phrase easy enough to remember. And with practice, one becoming easier to execute each time Laffey takes the mound.
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Stephanie Storm can be reached at sstorm@thebeaconjournal.com.
One pitch, two outs.
That's what young Indians pitcher Aaron Laffey reminds himself the moment he senses trouble in a game.
Whether there's an error behind him, or he has given up a couple of hits in a row or issued a walk, Laffey steps off the mound. He takes a deep breath. He repeats the words.
One pitch, two outs.
''At any time I can get a ground ball and get out of the inning,'' Laffey said. ''That's the beauty of how I pitch.''
It's not that Laffey, an impressionable 23-year-old, doesn't make mistakes. It's just that he is mature beyond his years and learns quickly from them. He has shown an uncanny ability to slow down the game and to move quickly into damage-control mode when he gets in a jam.
One pitch, two outs.
''There was one game last year as a rookie in Minnesota where I kind of got hit around a bit,'' Laffey said. ''That's when I really started working on remembering to focus. Since then, I just say it out loud to myself. After that point, I've gotten into a couple jams in other outings. But for the most part, I have been able to work through them.''
Laffey was called up from Triple-A Buffalo on April 28 to fill in for Jake Westbrook who
was sidelined with a left intercostal strain. He once again has pitched his way into the Indians' starting rotation.
''For such a young guy, he has pitched very well,'' Westbrook said about his young replacement after making a rehab start last week for the Aeros. ''I enjoy watching him when he's out there.''
Ranked by Baseball America as the Indians' fifth-best prospect entering the season, Laffey survived a roster move this season when closer Joe Borowski came off the disabled list May 23. Left-handed reliever Craig Breslow was sent down.
Laffey could have been the odd man out again Wednesday, but in addition to the Tribe designating struggling veteran reliever Jorge Julio for assignment, a recent hip injury suffered by right-handed starter Fausto Carmona last weekend appears to have cemented Laffey's place in the rotation for about another month.
It will be another month of consistently starting without having to look over his shoulder that the Tribe's 16th-round pick in 2003 out of Allegany (Md.) High School looks forward to the most.
''When you first get up here or are up briefly just filling in, you kind of walk around on egg shells, not wanting to step on anyone's toes,'' said Laffey, who earned the win Tuesday in an 8-2 victory over the visiting Chicago White Sox. He improved his record to 3-3 and his ERA to 1.59.
''But there's a comfortableness that comes with knowing I'm not only here for a while, but I'm here and needed.''
In 392/3 innings Laffey has limited the opposition to seven earned runs. Since April 17, he has the lowest ERA in the American League among pitchers with a minimum of 30 innings, topping his left-handed teammates, C.C. Sabathia (1.61) and Cliff Lee (1.75).
''It's really important for guys to know what kind of player they are so they're not trying to be something they can't,'' Indians pitching coach Carl Willis said. ''Aaron's strength is his sinking fastball and pitching to contact, and he knows that. Thus, he's able to avoid big innings when he gets in trouble because he believes with one pitch he can get two out.''
In his breakout season last year, Laffey won 17 games at three levels in the Indians' system.
After starting the season at Double-A Akron, he quickly pitched his way into the major leagues. He finished the year as the Tribe's fifth starter and pitched into the fifth inning in eight of his last nine starts, going 4-2 with a 4.56 ERA as a rookie.
''A big thing going for him is that he's such a good athlete, and that gives him confidence,'' Willis said. ''In high school, he was an above-average multi-sport player. Because he was the best athlete on the baseball team, when he didn't pitch he played shortstop.''
One pitch, two outs.
It's a phrase easy enough to remember. And with practice, one becoming easier to execute each time Laffey takes the mound.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Some familiar faces still looking for work 2008
Some familiar faces still looking for work
By Jerry Crasnick
ESPN.com
Craig Biggio left Major League Baseball on his own terms. He joined the 3,000-hit club last June, took a farewell tour with the Astros and retired at the end of the 2007 season. Now he's ready to embrace a new role as coach of his son Conor's baseball team at St. Thomas High School in Houston.
It took Mike Piazza a little longer to come to grips with reality. Last week Piazza announced his retirement at age 39 and issued a statement thanking everyone who helped make his 19-year career a success.
"I walk away with no regrets," Piazza said. "I knew this day was coming, and over the last two years, I started to make my peace with it."
Piazza has lots of company. Over the past few months, Shawn Green, Ryan Klesko and Julio Franco announced their departure from the game. And on Sunday, Mike Lieberthal will sign a one-day contract, throw out the ceremonial first pitch and officially hang it up as a member of the Philadelphia Phillies.
Meanwhile, lots of other veterans remain unemployed but have refrained from formally calling it quits. While some agents privately wonder about collusion -- and the Players Association raises concerns about Barry Bonds' lack of opportunities -- the older generation has been steamrolled by the rush toward more youthful, cost-efficient talent.
"You can definitely see baseball pushing toward the younger group of players,'' said Jeff Cirillo, whose career apparently ended when he failed to receive an offer this winter. "If you're a general manager, you're like, 'Why would I pay 'X' amount of dollars [to a veteran] when I have this guy I've been developing the whole time?'"
Nevertheless, isn't it proper etiquette to give the geezers a nod on their way out the door? This week's installment of "Starting 9" catches up with some familiar faces who've drifted from the scene without saying goodbye -- and one or two who might have another "hello" still left in them.
For the sake of equal time, we've left Bonds and Roger Clemens off our list. Chances are you'll see their names a lot in the coming months -- for reasons other than baseball.
Sammy Sosa (609 home runs in 18 seasons)
Sosa had a productive season with Texas last year, that .311 on-base percentage notwithstanding. He hit 21 homers and drove in 92 runs in 412 at-bats, and posted a 1.024 OPS against left-handers.
But the Rangers decided to go in a different direction, and with the exception of a flimsy Kansas City Royals rumor here and there, Sosa wasn't much of a Hot Stove League presence. According to published reports, Sosa will retire from baseball after the next World Baseball Classic in March 2009.
Sosa is involved in charitable work and a variety of business interests in his native Dominican Republic. He travels extensively and is close friends with Dominican president Leonel Fernandez Reyna.
"Sammy's living his life,'' Adam Katz, Sosa's agent, said. "He keeps himself very busy.''
If Sosa is indeed finished, he could join Clemens, Bonds, Biggio and Piazza on the mother of all Hall of Fame ballots five years from now.
Kenny Lofton (2,428 career hits, 622 stolen bases)
No player has been more publicly adamant that he belongs in a big league lineup than Lofton, who hit .296 in 136 games for Texas and Cleveland last season.
Tampa Bay and Cincinnati expressed interest in Lofton this spring, but the money and other assurances failed to meet Lofton's expectations, so he took a pass. He recently shared his disappointment in an interview with Paul Hoynes of the Cleveland Plain-Dealer.
"The thing that makes me frustrated is I did my job last year," Lofton said. "I proved myself at 40 that I was better than a lot of guys who were 25. But I can't get a job.
"Everybody says, 'Why doesn't anybody sign Barry?' I say, 'Why doesn't anybody sign Kenny?'"
In front office circles, the consensus is that Lofton would already be with a club if he had been a little less choosy. He just might resurface yet. Jake Peavy recently made a pitch for the Padres to sign him, and if Jim Edmonds continues to flounder with the Cubs, Lofton could be the next left-handed-hitting center fielder du jour in Chicago.
Reggie Sanders (305 homers, 304 stolen bases in 17 seasons)
Sanders, like Lofton, is in a holding pattern. He was hoping for a call from a West Coast club -- ideally, the Dodgers or Padres -- and auditioned with ESPN in January. None of those opportunities worked out, so he went home to suburban Phoenix. Now Sanders is doing some studio analysis for the Arizona Diamondbacks and staying fit with the help of a personal trainer.
"Reggie works out every day,'' said his agent, Mike Powers. "He's like a machine.''
Powers recently found a home for Armando Benitez in Toronto, and he's hoping that patience eventually pays off with Sanders. If a contending team loses an outfielder to injury or is in a bind this summer, Sanders is out there waiting as the consummate, 40-year-old pro. But the window of opportunity gets narrower every day.
In the meantime, Sanders doesn't have to worry about boredom. He's married with four daughters, ages 4 through 15.
"I keep telling Reggie, the testosterone in that house is way too low,'' Powers said, laughing.
Jeff Cirillo (1,598 hits, a .296 career average)
Cirillo set his sights on two possible landing places over the winter: Either he was going to re-sign with the Diamondbacks or return to Milwaukee for a third tour with the Brewers.
Cirillo flew to Arizona for a personal visit with Brewers GM Doug Melvin in spring training and sensed the dynamic was different when he had to sit downstairs and wait by the receptionist's desk. Then he went upstairs, and Melvin politely and professionally told him there wasn't a fit.
"When you don't get your phone calls or e-mails returned, you know it's not going to happen," Cirillo said. "But I needed to hear it for myself. That walk [to Melvin's office] was very uncomfortable. I felt like a cow being led to slaughter."
Cirillo is doing some studio analysis for the Brewers and recently traveled to London to take part in Major League Baseball alumni clinics. He plays golf and participates in a men's basketball league, and is part of a group that's buying a team in the West Coast Collegiate Baseball League. George and Bobby Brett recently bought the Bellingham Bells in the WCCBL.
Cirillo refuses to use the word "retired'' as a matter of principle. He plans to go out fighting "like an alley cat."
"There are two different psyches on this thing," Cirillo said. "One is the guy who's able to end his career and say, 'You know what? I gave everything I got. This is my closure, this is my final curtain, and I'm retiring.'
"Then there are guys like me who always had to scrap for everything we got. I'm not going to give in because I didn't retire. Baseball retired me."
Royce Clayton (1,904 hits, 231 stolen bases in 17 seasons)
Clayton was playing in the same group with Kenny Lofton at Ronnie Lott's charity golf tournament at Pebble Beach two weeks ago when they basked in the view and decided this new chapter of their lives wasn't so bad.
"Kenny and I said, 'This is great.' But if the right situation came along, both of us would strongly consider coming back and strapping it on," Clayton said. "That's just part of our makeup."
But while Lofton still wants desperately to play, Clayton has already begun the transition to a new and exciting life as a budding entrepreneur.
Clayton is the founder of a new private bank in Scottsdale, Ariz., and owns a real estate development company. He's involved in a film-making venture and has started a business called "Global Genius" that's designed to "brand" athletes by partnering them with growing companies. Angels outfielder Torii Hunter is an early client.
Clayton hit .246 in 77 games last season but went out in style. He made a September cameo with the Red Sox and earned a ring as a member of Boston's 2007 world championship club.
"I couldn't imagine a better scenario than that," he said.
Steve Finley (304 homers, 320 stolen bases, five Gold Gloves)
Finley, 43, is adamantly opposed to using the "R" word because he's convinced he can still play at a high level. He's a fitness freak and still checks in at his old playing weight of 190 pounds.
"I have a hard time putting that 'retired' in front of my name because I still feel good," Finley said. "I still feel like I have a lot left in my tank."
It's tough finding a general manager who shares that opinion. Colorado released Finley last summer after he hit .181 in 94 at-bats, and nobody picked him up. Finley traveled to the winter meetings in Nashville, Tenn., to plead his case with teams, but found no takers. There were some rumblings that the Padres might invite him to their Cactus League camp, but that scenario failed to materialize.
This spring, Finley threw batting practice, shagged balls and helped coach the baseball team at San Diego's Francis Parker High, where his son, Austin, made the varsity as starting center fielder at age 14.
"He's holding his own," Finley said. "He catches everything that's hit to him."
While Finley waits for the phone to ring, he's branching into different avenues. He's a partner in Pasquale's of Del Mar, an Italian restaurant that's scheduled to open in July, and will consider broadcasting down the road.
Freddy Garcia (117-76 record in nine seasons)
Garcia hasn't passed from the scene. He's simply rehabbing on his way back to the bigs.
After giving the Philadelphia Phillies one win for their $10 million investment last season, Garcia underwent shoulder surgery in August. Rather than go shopping for a Jon Lieber-type, low-base, high-incentive contract, Garcia's agent, Peter Greenberg, wanted the pitcher to get healthy before taking him back on the market as a free agent.
Garcia is working with a personal trainer at his home in Miami and recently began throwing off a mound. If all goes according to plan, he could be ready for an audition in July, a minor league rehab in August and a big league cameo in September.
"It's pretty slim pickings on the trade market," Greenberg said, "so as long as Freddy is healthy, there should be interest. Even if he's 80 to 90 percent, that's better than most pitchers at 100 percent."
Garcia visited the Mets and Red Sox in spring training, and the Yankees and Tigers will probably be lurking if he can contribute down the stretch. If Sidney Ponson could find new life in the Texas Rangers rotation, it's hard to believe Garcia won't find a job.
David Wells (a 239-157 record over 21 seasons)
Boomer snagged a headline recently when the Yankees' pitching problems began to mount. Hank Steinbrenner tossed his name out as a possibility, the New York Post called for a reaction and Wells allowed that sure, he'd love to give New York a final fling.
Nothing came of the speculation, and realistically, it's not going to happen. Wells has paid more attention to his diet and lifestyle since being diagnosed with diabetes, but he just turned 45 and will never be known as a monument to conditioning.
"David would still love to pitch," said his agent, Gregg Clifton. "We're keeping our fingers crossed every day. But obviously as time goes on, I have to think we're not going to get a get phone call."
So what's on the horizon? Wells is an avid golfer and hunter, and owns a 1,300-acre ranch in Michigan with close friend Kirk Gibson. He recently appeared on Fox's "Best Damned Sports Show Period,'' and Clifton thinks he could easily transition into broadcasting or even managing.
"Not only is David a historian of the game, he knows baseball from a tactical point of view," Clifton said.
And just imagine how entertaining his postgame news conferences would be.
Damian Miller (834 hits in 11 big league seasons)
Miller, who won a World Series ring with Arizona in 2001 and caught a 20-strikeout game by Randy Johnson, felt fortunate to spend the past three seasons playing for his home-state Milwaukee Brewers. He continues to live in Wisconsin, where he keeps busy coaching youth soccer, hunting wild turkey and hanging out with the kids.
During a speech to the Wisconsin Associated Press Sports Editors in early May, Miller revealed that the Yankees and Padres both called recently to inquire about his services when they were desperate for catching help. He politely said no.
"That itch is still there, that competitive itch," Miller said. "I just don't want to deal with the other stuff anymore. I don't want to go find an apartment, drive to the airport, fly to another hotel and order room service."
Miller has made it clear that if he's going to play again, it would be for the Brewers and the Brewers only. But unless he develops a sudden aptitude for closing games, the chances of a reunion are remote.
Jerry Crasnick covers baseball for ESPN.com. His book "License To Deal" was published by Rodale.
By Jerry Crasnick
ESPN.com
Craig Biggio left Major League Baseball on his own terms. He joined the 3,000-hit club last June, took a farewell tour with the Astros and retired at the end of the 2007 season. Now he's ready to embrace a new role as coach of his son Conor's baseball team at St. Thomas High School in Houston.
It took Mike Piazza a little longer to come to grips with reality. Last week Piazza announced his retirement at age 39 and issued a statement thanking everyone who helped make his 19-year career a success.
"I walk away with no regrets," Piazza said. "I knew this day was coming, and over the last two years, I started to make my peace with it."
Piazza has lots of company. Over the past few months, Shawn Green, Ryan Klesko and Julio Franco announced their departure from the game. And on Sunday, Mike Lieberthal will sign a one-day contract, throw out the ceremonial first pitch and officially hang it up as a member of the Philadelphia Phillies.
Meanwhile, lots of other veterans remain unemployed but have refrained from formally calling it quits. While some agents privately wonder about collusion -- and the Players Association raises concerns about Barry Bonds' lack of opportunities -- the older generation has been steamrolled by the rush toward more youthful, cost-efficient talent.
"You can definitely see baseball pushing toward the younger group of players,'' said Jeff Cirillo, whose career apparently ended when he failed to receive an offer this winter. "If you're a general manager, you're like, 'Why would I pay 'X' amount of dollars [to a veteran] when I have this guy I've been developing the whole time?'"
Nevertheless, isn't it proper etiquette to give the geezers a nod on their way out the door? This week's installment of "Starting 9" catches up with some familiar faces who've drifted from the scene without saying goodbye -- and one or two who might have another "hello" still left in them.
For the sake of equal time, we've left Bonds and Roger Clemens off our list. Chances are you'll see their names a lot in the coming months -- for reasons other than baseball.
Sammy Sosa (609 home runs in 18 seasons)
Sosa had a productive season with Texas last year, that .311 on-base percentage notwithstanding. He hit 21 homers and drove in 92 runs in 412 at-bats, and posted a 1.024 OPS against left-handers.
But the Rangers decided to go in a different direction, and with the exception of a flimsy Kansas City Royals rumor here and there, Sosa wasn't much of a Hot Stove League presence. According to published reports, Sosa will retire from baseball after the next World Baseball Classic in March 2009.
Sosa is involved in charitable work and a variety of business interests in his native Dominican Republic. He travels extensively and is close friends with Dominican president Leonel Fernandez Reyna.
"Sammy's living his life,'' Adam Katz, Sosa's agent, said. "He keeps himself very busy.''
If Sosa is indeed finished, he could join Clemens, Bonds, Biggio and Piazza on the mother of all Hall of Fame ballots five years from now.
Kenny Lofton (2,428 career hits, 622 stolen bases)
No player has been more publicly adamant that he belongs in a big league lineup than Lofton, who hit .296 in 136 games for Texas and Cleveland last season.
Tampa Bay and Cincinnati expressed interest in Lofton this spring, but the money and other assurances failed to meet Lofton's expectations, so he took a pass. He recently shared his disappointment in an interview with Paul Hoynes of the Cleveland Plain-Dealer.
"The thing that makes me frustrated is I did my job last year," Lofton said. "I proved myself at 40 that I was better than a lot of guys who were 25. But I can't get a job.
"Everybody says, 'Why doesn't anybody sign Barry?' I say, 'Why doesn't anybody sign Kenny?'"
In front office circles, the consensus is that Lofton would already be with a club if he had been a little less choosy. He just might resurface yet. Jake Peavy recently made a pitch for the Padres to sign him, and if Jim Edmonds continues to flounder with the Cubs, Lofton could be the next left-handed-hitting center fielder du jour in Chicago.
Reggie Sanders (305 homers, 304 stolen bases in 17 seasons)
Sanders, like Lofton, is in a holding pattern. He was hoping for a call from a West Coast club -- ideally, the Dodgers or Padres -- and auditioned with ESPN in January. None of those opportunities worked out, so he went home to suburban Phoenix. Now Sanders is doing some studio analysis for the Arizona Diamondbacks and staying fit with the help of a personal trainer.
"Reggie works out every day,'' said his agent, Mike Powers. "He's like a machine.''
Powers recently found a home for Armando Benitez in Toronto, and he's hoping that patience eventually pays off with Sanders. If a contending team loses an outfielder to injury or is in a bind this summer, Sanders is out there waiting as the consummate, 40-year-old pro. But the window of opportunity gets narrower every day.
In the meantime, Sanders doesn't have to worry about boredom. He's married with four daughters, ages 4 through 15.
"I keep telling Reggie, the testosterone in that house is way too low,'' Powers said, laughing.
Jeff Cirillo (1,598 hits, a .296 career average)
Cirillo set his sights on two possible landing places over the winter: Either he was going to re-sign with the Diamondbacks or return to Milwaukee for a third tour with the Brewers.
Cirillo flew to Arizona for a personal visit with Brewers GM Doug Melvin in spring training and sensed the dynamic was different when he had to sit downstairs and wait by the receptionist's desk. Then he went upstairs, and Melvin politely and professionally told him there wasn't a fit.
"When you don't get your phone calls or e-mails returned, you know it's not going to happen," Cirillo said. "But I needed to hear it for myself. That walk [to Melvin's office] was very uncomfortable. I felt like a cow being led to slaughter."
Cirillo is doing some studio analysis for the Brewers and recently traveled to London to take part in Major League Baseball alumni clinics. He plays golf and participates in a men's basketball league, and is part of a group that's buying a team in the West Coast Collegiate Baseball League. George and Bobby Brett recently bought the Bellingham Bells in the WCCBL.
Cirillo refuses to use the word "retired'' as a matter of principle. He plans to go out fighting "like an alley cat."
"There are two different psyches on this thing," Cirillo said. "One is the guy who's able to end his career and say, 'You know what? I gave everything I got. This is my closure, this is my final curtain, and I'm retiring.'
"Then there are guys like me who always had to scrap for everything we got. I'm not going to give in because I didn't retire. Baseball retired me."
Royce Clayton (1,904 hits, 231 stolen bases in 17 seasons)
Clayton was playing in the same group with Kenny Lofton at Ronnie Lott's charity golf tournament at Pebble Beach two weeks ago when they basked in the view and decided this new chapter of their lives wasn't so bad.
"Kenny and I said, 'This is great.' But if the right situation came along, both of us would strongly consider coming back and strapping it on," Clayton said. "That's just part of our makeup."
But while Lofton still wants desperately to play, Clayton has already begun the transition to a new and exciting life as a budding entrepreneur.
Clayton is the founder of a new private bank in Scottsdale, Ariz., and owns a real estate development company. He's involved in a film-making venture and has started a business called "Global Genius" that's designed to "brand" athletes by partnering them with growing companies. Angels outfielder Torii Hunter is an early client.
Clayton hit .246 in 77 games last season but went out in style. He made a September cameo with the Red Sox and earned a ring as a member of Boston's 2007 world championship club.
"I couldn't imagine a better scenario than that," he said.
Steve Finley (304 homers, 320 stolen bases, five Gold Gloves)
Finley, 43, is adamantly opposed to using the "R" word because he's convinced he can still play at a high level. He's a fitness freak and still checks in at his old playing weight of 190 pounds.
"I have a hard time putting that 'retired' in front of my name because I still feel good," Finley said. "I still feel like I have a lot left in my tank."
It's tough finding a general manager who shares that opinion. Colorado released Finley last summer after he hit .181 in 94 at-bats, and nobody picked him up. Finley traveled to the winter meetings in Nashville, Tenn., to plead his case with teams, but found no takers. There were some rumblings that the Padres might invite him to their Cactus League camp, but that scenario failed to materialize.
This spring, Finley threw batting practice, shagged balls and helped coach the baseball team at San Diego's Francis Parker High, where his son, Austin, made the varsity as starting center fielder at age 14.
"He's holding his own," Finley said. "He catches everything that's hit to him."
While Finley waits for the phone to ring, he's branching into different avenues. He's a partner in Pasquale's of Del Mar, an Italian restaurant that's scheduled to open in July, and will consider broadcasting down the road.
Freddy Garcia (117-76 record in nine seasons)
Garcia hasn't passed from the scene. He's simply rehabbing on his way back to the bigs.
After giving the Philadelphia Phillies one win for their $10 million investment last season, Garcia underwent shoulder surgery in August. Rather than go shopping for a Jon Lieber-type, low-base, high-incentive contract, Garcia's agent, Peter Greenberg, wanted the pitcher to get healthy before taking him back on the market as a free agent.
Garcia is working with a personal trainer at his home in Miami and recently began throwing off a mound. If all goes according to plan, he could be ready for an audition in July, a minor league rehab in August and a big league cameo in September.
"It's pretty slim pickings on the trade market," Greenberg said, "so as long as Freddy is healthy, there should be interest. Even if he's 80 to 90 percent, that's better than most pitchers at 100 percent."
Garcia visited the Mets and Red Sox in spring training, and the Yankees and Tigers will probably be lurking if he can contribute down the stretch. If Sidney Ponson could find new life in the Texas Rangers rotation, it's hard to believe Garcia won't find a job.
David Wells (a 239-157 record over 21 seasons)
Boomer snagged a headline recently when the Yankees' pitching problems began to mount. Hank Steinbrenner tossed his name out as a possibility, the New York Post called for a reaction and Wells allowed that sure, he'd love to give New York a final fling.
Nothing came of the speculation, and realistically, it's not going to happen. Wells has paid more attention to his diet and lifestyle since being diagnosed with diabetes, but he just turned 45 and will never be known as a monument to conditioning.
"David would still love to pitch," said his agent, Gregg Clifton. "We're keeping our fingers crossed every day. But obviously as time goes on, I have to think we're not going to get a get phone call."
So what's on the horizon? Wells is an avid golfer and hunter, and owns a 1,300-acre ranch in Michigan with close friend Kirk Gibson. He recently appeared on Fox's "Best Damned Sports Show Period,'' and Clifton thinks he could easily transition into broadcasting or even managing.
"Not only is David a historian of the game, he knows baseball from a tactical point of view," Clifton said.
And just imagine how entertaining his postgame news conferences would be.
Damian Miller (834 hits in 11 big league seasons)
Miller, who won a World Series ring with Arizona in 2001 and caught a 20-strikeout game by Randy Johnson, felt fortunate to spend the past three seasons playing for his home-state Milwaukee Brewers. He continues to live in Wisconsin, where he keeps busy coaching youth soccer, hunting wild turkey and hanging out with the kids.
During a speech to the Wisconsin Associated Press Sports Editors in early May, Miller revealed that the Yankees and Padres both called recently to inquire about his services when they were desperate for catching help. He politely said no.
"That itch is still there, that competitive itch," Miller said. "I just don't want to deal with the other stuff anymore. I don't want to go find an apartment, drive to the airport, fly to another hotel and order room service."
Miller has made it clear that if he's going to play again, it would be for the Brewers and the Brewers only. But unless he develops a sudden aptitude for closing games, the chances of a reunion are remote.
Jerry Crasnick covers baseball for ESPN.com. His book "License To Deal" was published by Rodale.
Vizquel is baseball's forgotten iron man
Vizquel is baseball's forgotten iron man
By Jim Caple
Because a player never knows when a career might end, especially once he's turned 40 years old, Omar Vizquel decided over the winter to hold a farewell tour. Only this tour wasn't of the major leagues, but of winter ball in his native Venezuela, where he hoped to play in each stadium and against every team in the league in which he started his career in 1984. Playing there -- the first time he played in the league in a decade or so -- provided Vizquel with frequent reminders of just how long a career he has enjoyed in baseball.
"Things have changed a lot in 24 years," he said. "All those kids who saw me play when I was there [starting out], they're all married and have kids of their own."
Fans, meanwhile, received a reminder this weekend of just how long a career Vizquel has had when he played his 2,584th career game at shortstop, the most at that position in major league history. And just to prove he hasn't slowed down much, he broke the record held by Luis Aparicio by playing in both games of a doubleheader.
Vizquel says he didn't think about the record until it became a realistic possibility, but once he got close it became very important and an "awesome" thing. "Especially when you think about this guy who doesn't hit for power, it's crazy -- I'll have played more games at shortstop than Cal Ripken, and probably have more hits, too. And people don't really say anything about that."
No, they don't. Vizquel has played his entire career in the shadow of others, beginning with his major league debut on Opening Day 1989 when the media focused somewhat more attention on teammate Ken Griffey Jr.'s debut (Omar, by the way, currently has more career hits than Junior). And just when Vizquel was fully developing into the next Ozzie Smith, a new standard of shortstop began with the careers of Alex Rodriguez, Derek Jeter, Nomar Garciaparra and Miguel Tejada. Overnight, it seemed, shortstops were supposed to hit 30 home runs and bat .300 in addition to their day jobs of fielding the position.
Well, Omar couldn't match that. But like a certain great fielding shortstop named Ozzie, Vizquel worked hard and turned himself into a pretty decent hitter. He batted .333 in 1999 and hit 14 home runs in 2002. He's scored 1,344 runs and stolen 381 bases. He tied an American League record with six hits in a game. He is second to Aparicio for most hits by a shortstop in major league history.
And all the while he's played the sort of dazzling defense seldom seen outside a video game or Bugs Bunny cartoon. He's won 11 gold gloves -- more than any shortstop except Ozzie -- and has the best fielding percentage in big league history for a shortstop. I know some stat guys will say his range numbers aren't as impressive as they should be but those arguments aren't as convincing as the ones my eyes have provided over the past two decades. As reliable as the tides, he is the best fielding shortstop of his era with the surest hands and belongs in the Hall of Fame. He'll get my vote the first time his name is on the ballot, and a poll of 10 other voters found overwhelming support for him as well.
The interesting thing is that were Vizquel to come up today, a team might not be interested in giving a young shortstop with no power enough time to develop his bat in this offense-obsessed era.
"It would have depended on what type of team you were on," he said. "I was with the Mariners and we weren't picked to win our division in those years so they saw a guy who had enthusiasm, who had motivation, who had the passion to play everyday, who had good hands. And they gave me time to develop as a hitter. I only switch-hit for a year before I got to the majors. The very next year I'm in the majors facing major league pitching after only six months of switch-hitting. I was like, you've got to be s----ing me, this is going to be really hard.
"But I did my job defensively and they gave me the opportunity to play everyday. I listened to the coaches, I had a good attitude. There are more things to staying in the big leagues than hitting home runs."
When all the talk was about the shortstop Holy Trinity of Jeter, Nomar and A-Rod, few ever thought to make it a Fab Four by including Omar. Hell, what did fielding your position brilliantly mean compared to hitting home runs or leading the league in batting? But the funny thing about the Holy Trinity is that while Nomar and A-Rod don't play the position anymore, Omar still does, at age 41.
"I feel great about myself," Omar said in answer to a question about retirement during spring training. "I'm in great shape. I'm doing everything I can to compete with these young guys. It just depends on what kind of year I have if I have a down year I don't know if I'll keep playing."
At last glance, he was hitting .216, which is way below his career average, so we'll have to see how he finishes the season. In the meantime, do yourself a favor. Just in case this is Omar's farewell season, go treat yourself by watching the best fielding shortstop you'll ever see who doesn't do backflips.
Players with 2,000 games played at shortstop in the major leagues:
1. Omar Vizquel: 2,585
2. Luis Aparicio*: 2,583
3. Ozzie Smith*: 2,511
4. Cal Ripken*: 2,302
5. Larry Bowa: 2,222
6. Luke Appling*: 2,218
7. Dave Concepcion: 2,178
8. Rabbit Maranville*: 2,153
9. Alan Trammell: 2,139
10. Bill Dahlen: 2,132
11. Bert Campaneris: 2,097
12. Barry Larkin: 2,085
13. Tommy Corcoran: 2,073
14. Royce Clayton: 2,053
15. Roy McMillan: 2,028
16. Pee Wee Reese*: 2,014
* Hall of Famer
By Jim Caple
Because a player never knows when a career might end, especially once he's turned 40 years old, Omar Vizquel decided over the winter to hold a farewell tour. Only this tour wasn't of the major leagues, but of winter ball in his native Venezuela, where he hoped to play in each stadium and against every team in the league in which he started his career in 1984. Playing there -- the first time he played in the league in a decade or so -- provided Vizquel with frequent reminders of just how long a career he has enjoyed in baseball.
"Things have changed a lot in 24 years," he said. "All those kids who saw me play when I was there [starting out], they're all married and have kids of their own."
Fans, meanwhile, received a reminder this weekend of just how long a career Vizquel has had when he played his 2,584th career game at shortstop, the most at that position in major league history. And just to prove he hasn't slowed down much, he broke the record held by Luis Aparicio by playing in both games of a doubleheader.
Vizquel says he didn't think about the record until it became a realistic possibility, but once he got close it became very important and an "awesome" thing. "Especially when you think about this guy who doesn't hit for power, it's crazy -- I'll have played more games at shortstop than Cal Ripken, and probably have more hits, too. And people don't really say anything about that."
No, they don't. Vizquel has played his entire career in the shadow of others, beginning with his major league debut on Opening Day 1989 when the media focused somewhat more attention on teammate Ken Griffey Jr.'s debut (Omar, by the way, currently has more career hits than Junior). And just when Vizquel was fully developing into the next Ozzie Smith, a new standard of shortstop began with the careers of Alex Rodriguez, Derek Jeter, Nomar Garciaparra and Miguel Tejada. Overnight, it seemed, shortstops were supposed to hit 30 home runs and bat .300 in addition to their day jobs of fielding the position.
Well, Omar couldn't match that. But like a certain great fielding shortstop named Ozzie, Vizquel worked hard and turned himself into a pretty decent hitter. He batted .333 in 1999 and hit 14 home runs in 2002. He's scored 1,344 runs and stolen 381 bases. He tied an American League record with six hits in a game. He is second to Aparicio for most hits by a shortstop in major league history.
And all the while he's played the sort of dazzling defense seldom seen outside a video game or Bugs Bunny cartoon. He's won 11 gold gloves -- more than any shortstop except Ozzie -- and has the best fielding percentage in big league history for a shortstop. I know some stat guys will say his range numbers aren't as impressive as they should be but those arguments aren't as convincing as the ones my eyes have provided over the past two decades. As reliable as the tides, he is the best fielding shortstop of his era with the surest hands and belongs in the Hall of Fame. He'll get my vote the first time his name is on the ballot, and a poll of 10 other voters found overwhelming support for him as well.
The interesting thing is that were Vizquel to come up today, a team might not be interested in giving a young shortstop with no power enough time to develop his bat in this offense-obsessed era.
"It would have depended on what type of team you were on," he said. "I was with the Mariners and we weren't picked to win our division in those years so they saw a guy who had enthusiasm, who had motivation, who had the passion to play everyday, who had good hands. And they gave me time to develop as a hitter. I only switch-hit for a year before I got to the majors. The very next year I'm in the majors facing major league pitching after only six months of switch-hitting. I was like, you've got to be s----ing me, this is going to be really hard.
"But I did my job defensively and they gave me the opportunity to play everyday. I listened to the coaches, I had a good attitude. There are more things to staying in the big leagues than hitting home runs."
When all the talk was about the shortstop Holy Trinity of Jeter, Nomar and A-Rod, few ever thought to make it a Fab Four by including Omar. Hell, what did fielding your position brilliantly mean compared to hitting home runs or leading the league in batting? But the funny thing about the Holy Trinity is that while Nomar and A-Rod don't play the position anymore, Omar still does, at age 41.
"I feel great about myself," Omar said in answer to a question about retirement during spring training. "I'm in great shape. I'm doing everything I can to compete with these young guys. It just depends on what kind of year I have if I have a down year I don't know if I'll keep playing."
At last glance, he was hitting .216, which is way below his career average, so we'll have to see how he finishes the season. In the meantime, do yourself a favor. Just in case this is Omar's farewell season, go treat yourself by watching the best fielding shortstop you'll ever see who doesn't do backflips.
Players with 2,000 games played at shortstop in the major leagues:
1. Omar Vizquel: 2,585
2. Luis Aparicio*: 2,583
3. Ozzie Smith*: 2,511
4. Cal Ripken*: 2,302
5. Larry Bowa: 2,222
6. Luke Appling*: 2,218
7. Dave Concepcion: 2,178
8. Rabbit Maranville*: 2,153
9. Alan Trammell: 2,139
10. Bill Dahlen: 2,132
11. Bert Campaneris: 2,097
12. Barry Larkin: 2,085
13. Tommy Corcoran: 2,073
14. Royce Clayton: 2,053
15. Roy McMillan: 2,028
16. Pee Wee Reese*: 2,014
* Hall of Famer
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Satchel Paige Stories & Quotes
Satchel Quotes
"Age is a question of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter."
"I ain't ever had a job, I just always played baseball."
"I don't generally like running. I believe in training by rising gently up and down from the bench."
"I never rush myself. See, they can't start the game without me."
"I use my single windup, my double windup, my triple windup, my hesitation windup, my no windup. I also use my step-n-pitch-it, my submariner, my sidearmer and my bat dodger. Man's got to do what he's got to do."
"If a man can beat you, walk him."
"It's funny what a few no-hitters do for a body."
"My feet ain't got nothing to do with my nickname, but when folks get it in their heads that a feller's got big feet, soon the feet start looking big."
"One time I snuck a ball on with me and when I went to winding up, I threw one of them balls to first and one to second. I was so smooth I picked off both runners and fanned the batter without that ump or the other team even knowing it."
"The only change is that baseball has turned Paige from a second class citizen to a second class immortal."
"There never was a man on earth who pitched as much as me. But the more I pitched, the stronger my arm would get."
"When a batter swings and I see his knees move, I can tell just what his weaknesses are then I just put the ball where I know he can't hit it."
"Ain’t no man can avoid being born average, but there ain’t no man got to be common."
"I never threw an illegal pitch. The trouble is, once in a while I would toss one that ain’t never been seen by this generation."
"Just take the ball and throw it where you want to. Throw strikes. Home plate don’t move."
"They said I was the greatest pitcher they ever saw…I couldn’t understand why they couldn’t give me no justice."
"Don't look back. Something might be gaining on you."
"Don't pray when it rains if you don't pray when the sun shines."
"How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?"
"Money and women. They're two of the strongest things in the world. The things you do for a woman you wouldn't do for anything else. Same with money."
"Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody's watching."
"You win a few, you lose a few. Some get rained out. But you got to dress for all of them."
"My pitching philosophy is simple; you gotta keep the ball off the fat part of the bat."
"I never had a job. I always played baseball."
"Mother always told me, if you tell a lie, always rehearse it. If it don't sound good to you, it won't sound good to no one else."
"Don't eat fried food, it angries up the blood."
Paige family remembers Satchel
07-10-2006
KANSAS CITY -- At the table with Robert Paige were his siblings. His sisters Lula, Rita, Caroline and Pam were there. His little brother Warren was at the table as well, and throw in his nephew Michael, and Robert Paige had his father Satchel's present and future at his side.
They were there Saturday for a simple purpose: to celebrate the family patriarch's 100th birthday, and they were there, all of them smartly dressed in white-and-red Monarch jerseys, to offer insight into the iconic life of Satchel Paige, the baseball globetrotter and the most storied name from "black baseball."
Theirs was a first-of-its-kind appearance for the Jerry Malloy Negro League Conference here; theirs might be its last-of-kind appearance, too. For the Paige family guards its heritage, even though the family understands its heritage interests so many people. Everyone who likes baseball wants to hear another Satchel Paige story. Everybody wants to know what made this baseball gypsy the man he was.
Was his private life as hectic and as adventurous as his public one? Did he dote over his children the way he lorded over the game of baseball? Did he make life as comfortable for them as he made it uncomfortable for men who had to face him?
Robert Paige and his sibling provided the answers. They spoke in many voices, a rarity for the Paige children. Their mother told each of them early in life that it was, as Pam would put it, "inappropriate for us to do interviews unless we spoke with her or she understood."
"Until this day, I don't do interviews unless I have the right to critique what is being printed," Pam said. "A lot of people say, 'You all never just talk about your dad.' We just have made it a habit that we have a spokesman -- and that's Robert.
"One person speaks and carries the sentiment of all of us."
In breaking what seemed like a vow of silence, they each offered a perspective on a man whose public life captivated sports fans. For their father, a Hall of Famer, was as good as any man who ever strolled to the pitcher's mound, picked up a baseball and threw it.
He left the landscape littered with tales, some of them larger than life, to prove it.
But his children had few first-hand accounts of their father as the Negro League great. They had been born either near the end of his career or when his career was over. So they knew Satchel Paige as simply a loving father, not as a man with greatness stamped to his legacy. To them, he was like any other father.
"I wish you guys had gotten the chance to meet him," Robert Paige said. "He could tell stories all day. And I had to sit there and listen to him."
Robert Paige broke into a laugh. His words did more than suggest that he longed to sit there now and listen once again to more of Satchel's stories. But all he and his siblings have now are the memories -- plenty of memories, too.
"What about the dance contests?" Robert Paige asked his sisters.
Their eyes brightened with the joy that can only come from reliving a moment as cherished as these.
"He'd always have little dance contests," Pam said of her father. "We'd all take turns. Robert, at the time, had a little skit he had to do in elementary school. So they were learning how to do the 'Scratch' or the 'Itch,' which is what it was back then.
"He was so good at it that everybody just loved it."
What everybody loved, Robert Paige said, was being in the family's home. It might just as well have been Grand Central Station with the traffic that rolled in and out of the place. Their father made the home inviting to whoever might come calling.
Uncles and aunts, cousins, former teammates, neighbors, childhood friends, little kids from down the block, all could find a cozy spot to lay up inside the Paige household.
"The party was on," Robert Paige said.
For with company of good friends, the Paiges offered good food and conversation. Their father enjoyed working over a stove, and their mother was more than a fair cook, and when company wasn't there, the house was just as warm and loving.
Their mother, Lahoma, provided the spiritual foundation. She woke the kids on Saturday mornings with hymns and sent them off to do family chores. They had a garden to tend to, and they had 22 dogs.
Their home might as well have been a kennel, because the dogs had plenty of company. The children had chicken, ducks, cats, rabbits and even a raccoon.
"We got our private zoo," Pam said. "It was visited by the health department -- sometimes."
She was quick to point out that the idea for all the critters wasn't anybody's but her father's. Same things went for the garden, which Paige insisted that his children plant in neat rows.
"He'd bring out a lawn chair," Robert Paige said, "and just sit there and look."
None of them begrudged his not pitching in to help. For they all said their father and his success as a baseball player had created a comfortable life for them. They wanted for little, and whenever money did get a bit tight, they adjusted. So their father had earned the right, as one of Satchel's grandsons put it, to "supervise."
He also earned the right to live life on his terms. Satchel Paige, who died June 8, 1982, had his likes; he had his dislikes. He was a caring father; he was also energetic, talkative and a natural comedian.
Satchel Paige's time-honored maxims about age prove the latter:
About age: "Age is a case of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it don't matter."
Or airplanes: "Airplanes may kill you, but they ain't likely to hurt you."
Or work: "I ain't ever had a job, I just always played baseball"
Or character: "Ain't no man can avoid being born average, but there ain't no man got to be common."
Call Satchel Paige a lot of things, but he wasn't average or common. He was special, particularly so to the men and women who called him their father.
Now, they'd just love one more dance contest with him. Just one more time of whirling around the dance floor to a Motown or jazz favorite. Even an old Elvis tune would do. Their dad's taste in music didn't fit neatly into a pile anymore than his life did.
They remember that fact well, just as they remember endless stories about the man whose legacy they intend to carry on.
Robert Paige, 54, offered one such story:
His mother needed to go to the grocery store to buy some chicken, so she asked Satchel for some money. All he had was a $100 bill, so he gave it to her. Off she went to the store with Robert in tow.
A short while later, she and Robert returned with the groceries. She took the bags into the kitchen and Robert went to watch TV. A short while later, his father comes into the room.
"Pull the shades back," Satchel told Robert. "He said, 'You know you and your mother went to the store.' I said, 'Yeah, we went to the store.'
"He said, 'You know I gave her $100 bill.' I said, 'OK, you gave her $100 bill.' He said, 'I want you to pull the shades back so I can see the truck that's gonna bring that chicken up in here.' "
Justice B. Hill is a reporter for MLB.com. This story was not subject to the approval of Major League Baseball or its clubs.
"Age is a question of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter."
"I ain't ever had a job, I just always played baseball."
"I don't generally like running. I believe in training by rising gently up and down from the bench."
"I never rush myself. See, they can't start the game without me."
"I use my single windup, my double windup, my triple windup, my hesitation windup, my no windup. I also use my step-n-pitch-it, my submariner, my sidearmer and my bat dodger. Man's got to do what he's got to do."
"If a man can beat you, walk him."
"It's funny what a few no-hitters do for a body."
"My feet ain't got nothing to do with my nickname, but when folks get it in their heads that a feller's got big feet, soon the feet start looking big."
"One time I snuck a ball on with me and when I went to winding up, I threw one of them balls to first and one to second. I was so smooth I picked off both runners and fanned the batter without that ump or the other team even knowing it."
"The only change is that baseball has turned Paige from a second class citizen to a second class immortal."
"There never was a man on earth who pitched as much as me. But the more I pitched, the stronger my arm would get."
"When a batter swings and I see his knees move, I can tell just what his weaknesses are then I just put the ball where I know he can't hit it."
"Ain’t no man can avoid being born average, but there ain’t no man got to be common."
"I never threw an illegal pitch. The trouble is, once in a while I would toss one that ain’t never been seen by this generation."
"Just take the ball and throw it where you want to. Throw strikes. Home plate don’t move."
"They said I was the greatest pitcher they ever saw…I couldn’t understand why they couldn’t give me no justice."
"Don't look back. Something might be gaining on you."
"Don't pray when it rains if you don't pray when the sun shines."
"How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?"
"Money and women. They're two of the strongest things in the world. The things you do for a woman you wouldn't do for anything else. Same with money."
"Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody's watching."
"You win a few, you lose a few. Some get rained out. But you got to dress for all of them."
"My pitching philosophy is simple; you gotta keep the ball off the fat part of the bat."
"I never had a job. I always played baseball."
"Mother always told me, if you tell a lie, always rehearse it. If it don't sound good to you, it won't sound good to no one else."
"Don't eat fried food, it angries up the blood."
Paige family remembers Satchel
07-10-2006
KANSAS CITY -- At the table with Robert Paige were his siblings. His sisters Lula, Rita, Caroline and Pam were there. His little brother Warren was at the table as well, and throw in his nephew Michael, and Robert Paige had his father Satchel's present and future at his side.
They were there Saturday for a simple purpose: to celebrate the family patriarch's 100th birthday, and they were there, all of them smartly dressed in white-and-red Monarch jerseys, to offer insight into the iconic life of Satchel Paige, the baseball globetrotter and the most storied name from "black baseball."
Theirs was a first-of-its-kind appearance for the Jerry Malloy Negro League Conference here; theirs might be its last-of-kind appearance, too. For the Paige family guards its heritage, even though the family understands its heritage interests so many people. Everyone who likes baseball wants to hear another Satchel Paige story. Everybody wants to know what made this baseball gypsy the man he was.
Was his private life as hectic and as adventurous as his public one? Did he dote over his children the way he lorded over the game of baseball? Did he make life as comfortable for them as he made it uncomfortable for men who had to face him?
Robert Paige and his sibling provided the answers. They spoke in many voices, a rarity for the Paige children. Their mother told each of them early in life that it was, as Pam would put it, "inappropriate for us to do interviews unless we spoke with her or she understood."
"Until this day, I don't do interviews unless I have the right to critique what is being printed," Pam said. "A lot of people say, 'You all never just talk about your dad.' We just have made it a habit that we have a spokesman -- and that's Robert.
"One person speaks and carries the sentiment of all of us."
In breaking what seemed like a vow of silence, they each offered a perspective on a man whose public life captivated sports fans. For their father, a Hall of Famer, was as good as any man who ever strolled to the pitcher's mound, picked up a baseball and threw it.
He left the landscape littered with tales, some of them larger than life, to prove it.
But his children had few first-hand accounts of their father as the Negro League great. They had been born either near the end of his career or when his career was over. So they knew Satchel Paige as simply a loving father, not as a man with greatness stamped to his legacy. To them, he was like any other father.
"I wish you guys had gotten the chance to meet him," Robert Paige said. "He could tell stories all day. And I had to sit there and listen to him."
Robert Paige broke into a laugh. His words did more than suggest that he longed to sit there now and listen once again to more of Satchel's stories. But all he and his siblings have now are the memories -- plenty of memories, too.
"What about the dance contests?" Robert Paige asked his sisters.
Their eyes brightened with the joy that can only come from reliving a moment as cherished as these.
"He'd always have little dance contests," Pam said of her father. "We'd all take turns. Robert, at the time, had a little skit he had to do in elementary school. So they were learning how to do the 'Scratch' or the 'Itch,' which is what it was back then.
"He was so good at it that everybody just loved it."
What everybody loved, Robert Paige said, was being in the family's home. It might just as well have been Grand Central Station with the traffic that rolled in and out of the place. Their father made the home inviting to whoever might come calling.
Uncles and aunts, cousins, former teammates, neighbors, childhood friends, little kids from down the block, all could find a cozy spot to lay up inside the Paige household.
"The party was on," Robert Paige said.
For with company of good friends, the Paiges offered good food and conversation. Their father enjoyed working over a stove, and their mother was more than a fair cook, and when company wasn't there, the house was just as warm and loving.
Their mother, Lahoma, provided the spiritual foundation. She woke the kids on Saturday mornings with hymns and sent them off to do family chores. They had a garden to tend to, and they had 22 dogs.
Their home might as well have been a kennel, because the dogs had plenty of company. The children had chicken, ducks, cats, rabbits and even a raccoon.
"We got our private zoo," Pam said. "It was visited by the health department -- sometimes."
She was quick to point out that the idea for all the critters wasn't anybody's but her father's. Same things went for the garden, which Paige insisted that his children plant in neat rows.
"He'd bring out a lawn chair," Robert Paige said, "and just sit there and look."
None of them begrudged his not pitching in to help. For they all said their father and his success as a baseball player had created a comfortable life for them. They wanted for little, and whenever money did get a bit tight, they adjusted. So their father had earned the right, as one of Satchel's grandsons put it, to "supervise."
He also earned the right to live life on his terms. Satchel Paige, who died June 8, 1982, had his likes; he had his dislikes. He was a caring father; he was also energetic, talkative and a natural comedian.
Satchel Paige's time-honored maxims about age prove the latter:
About age: "Age is a case of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it don't matter."
Or airplanes: "Airplanes may kill you, but they ain't likely to hurt you."
Or work: "I ain't ever had a job, I just always played baseball"
Or character: "Ain't no man can avoid being born average, but there ain't no man got to be common."
Call Satchel Paige a lot of things, but he wasn't average or common. He was special, particularly so to the men and women who called him their father.
Now, they'd just love one more dance contest with him. Just one more time of whirling around the dance floor to a Motown or jazz favorite. Even an old Elvis tune would do. Their dad's taste in music didn't fit neatly into a pile anymore than his life did.
They remember that fact well, just as they remember endless stories about the man whose legacy they intend to carry on.
Robert Paige, 54, offered one such story:
His mother needed to go to the grocery store to buy some chicken, so she asked Satchel for some money. All he had was a $100 bill, so he gave it to her. Off she went to the store with Robert in tow.
A short while later, she and Robert returned with the groceries. She took the bags into the kitchen and Robert went to watch TV. A short while later, his father comes into the room.
"Pull the shades back," Satchel told Robert. "He said, 'You know you and your mother went to the store.' I said, 'Yeah, we went to the store.'
"He said, 'You know I gave her $100 bill.' I said, 'OK, you gave her $100 bill.' He said, 'I want you to pull the shades back so I can see the truck that's gonna bring that chicken up in here.' "
Justice B. Hill is a reporter for MLB.com. This story was not subject to the approval of Major League Baseball or its clubs.
Lemon, Bearden, Zoldak, Paige
The streak was the longest by Cleveland's starters since Bob Lemon, Gene Bearden, Sam Zoldak and Satchel Paige strung together 47 scoreless innings in August 1948 -- all threw complete game shutouts. It was the longest by a major league team in one season since a 54-inning streak by Baltimore's starters from Sept. 1-7, 1974, according to the Elias Sports Bureau.
Gene Bearden
Henry Eugene "Gene" Bearden (September 5, 1920 – March 18, 2004) was a left-handed knuckleball pitcher in Major League Baseball who completed a remarkable rookie season by closing out the Cleveland Indians' last World Series championship in 1948.
Bearden was born in Lexa, Arkansas [1]. His boyhood idol was Lou Gehrig and he learned baseball on the Tennessee sandlots. In the minors, he played for manager Casey Stengel with the Acorns when the team was the property of the New York Yankees. The Yankees traded Bearden to Cleveland after the 1946 season.
In 1948 Bearden was 20-7 with a league-leading 2.43 ERA, and he completed 15 of his 29 starts with six shutouts. Pitching on a staff with future Hall of Famers Bob Feller, Bob Lemon and Satchel Paige, Bearden emerged as the star of the Indians. Bearden's 20th victory came in a one-game playoff for the AL pennant. Picked by manager Lou Boudreau to start on only one day of rest, Bearden responded by pitching a five-hitter and leading the Indians over Ted Williams and the Boston Red Sox 8-3.
The 1948 World Series between the Indians and the Boston Braves was tied at 1 when Bearden started Game 3 at Cleveland. The 28-year-old lefty was at his best, shutting out the Braves on five hits in a 2-0 victory; at the plate, he contributed a double and a single. In Game 6 at Braves Field, Bearden was summoned from the bullpen to relieve Lemon in the eighth inning. Bearden got the final five outs for a save and the Indians held on for a 4-3 win that clinched the
championship.
Bearden's success was even more amazing considering he had pitched in only one major league game prior to 1948. The year before, he worked one-third of an inning for the Indians and allowed three earned runs, two hits and one walk, giving him an ERA of 81.00. There was just one MLB Rookie of the Year picked in the majors that season, and the award went to Alvin Dark of the Braves.
Bearden, however, never came close to duplicating his rookie season. He never won more than eight games in a year after that, and twice led the AL in wild pitches. The Indians put him on waivers during the 1950 season, and he was claimed by Washington Senators.
Bearden finished with a 45-38 record, 259 strikeouts, 435 walks and a 3.96 ERA in a career that lasted until 1953. He also pitched for the Detroit Tigers, the St. Louis Browns and the Chicago White Sox. However, his '48 big season was enough to make a great impression on Ted Williams, who wrote in his book My Turn At Bat, that "Gene Bearden was a left-handed knuckleball pitcher who ordinarily wouldn't draw a second glance on a staff with Bob Feller, Bob Lemon, Early Wynn and Mike Garcia. Every ball he threw was either a little knuckleball or a little knuckle curve."
When the Indians celebrated their 100th anniversary (2001), Bearden was selected as one of the greatest 100 players in the team's history.
Gene Bearden died in Alexander City, Alabama, at 83 years of age.
Bob Lemon
Robert Granville Lemon (September 22, 1920 – January 11, 2000) was an American right-handed pitcher in Major League Baseball. He was elected to the Baseball Hall of Fame in 1976.
Born in San Bernardino, California, Lemon virtually had three careers in the baseball: one as a light-hitting lefthanded-batting third baseman, another as a stellar right-handed pitcher, and the last as a successful major league manager.
Born in San Bernardino, California, Lemon virtually had three careers in the baseball: one as a light-hitting lefthanded-batting third baseman, another as a stellar right-handed pitcher, and the last as a successful major league manager.
Lemon made the switch to the mound on the suggestion of Cleveland Indians manager Lou Boudreau and eventually won 20 games seven times for the team. A sinker-ball specialist, Lemon teamed with Bob Feller, Early Wynn and Mike Garcia to form one of the greatest pitching staffs in baseball history. In 1948 he won 20 games in the regular season and two more in the Fall Classic for the World Champion Indians, and in 1954 he was 23-7 as Cleveland won the pennant. He retired in 1958 with 207 wins, all but 10 of them won in a ten-year span.
After his playing career, Lemon coached for the Indians, Philadelphia Phillies, California Angels, Kansas City Royals and New York Yankees. He won the 1966 Pacific Coast League championship as manager of the Seattle Angels. In 1970, he was promoted to manager of the Royals in midseason. The following year, 1971, he guided the Royals to their first winning season, only the franchise's third after beginning play as an expansion team in 1969, earning AL Manager of the Year honors.
Lemon served in 1976 as pitching coach for the American League champion New York Yankees, the franchise that was the chief antagonist of the Cleveland Indians during his own pitching years, and a team owned then and now by Cleveland-area native George Steinbrenner.
In 1977 Lemon managed the Chicago White Sox. He improved the Sox' record by 26 games, winning his second Manager of the Year Award, but was fired the following season by owner Bill Veeck after Chicago posted a 34-40 record in the first half. A few weeks later, he returned to the Yankees, hired to replace troubled manager Billy Martin. The move reunited Lemon with both owner Steinbrenner and Yankees President Al Rosen, an Indians teammate during the Tribe's '50s glory years.
Ironically, five days after the Martin-Lemon changeover, the Yankees divulged at their 1978 Old Timers' Day that Lemon would be moved in 1980 to general manager, and that Martin himself would then return as field manager. The announcement, made by public-address announcer Bob Sheppard after the Old Timers had been announced, was accompanied by Martin's dramatic entrance the Yankee dugout and a long standing ovation from fans.
Whatever the theatrics, Lemon responded to his new job—and to the newspaper strike that helped calm down the atmosphere in the Yankees clubhouse—by guiding the Yankees to the 1978 pennant when the Yankees caught the stunned Boston Red Sox for the lead in the American League East race. The Yanks, who trailed by at least 14 (some sources say 14 and a half) games in July, pulled even with the Red Sox by defeating them in a four-game September series known as the Boston Massacre ever since. The Yankees pulled ahead by three and a half games, but the Red Sox rallied to tie the Yanks in the final day of the season.
On October 2, 1978, the Yankees defeated Boston for the American League Eastern Division title in their famed one-game play-off, punctuated both by a dramatic three-run home run by Bucky Dent in the seventh inning, and an eighth-inning homer by Reggie Jackson that actually gave the Bronx Bombers the winning run. Lemon's Yankees then beat the Royals in the ALCS and Los Angeles Dodgers to win the World Series title.
When the Yankees struggled in the first part of 1979, Lemon, who some say was distracted by the death of his son in the off-season, took the blame and was fired by Steinbrenner, replaced by Martin. Amazingly, Lemon maintained a close relationship with Steinbrenner, and when the Yankees needed a boost late in 1981, he was brought back to skipper the team. Lemon moved on to the post-season and dispatched the Milwaukee Brewers and the Oakland Athletics, and won the first two games of the World Series against the Dodgers, only to lose four straight. Lemon survived a few weeks into the '82 season before Steinbrenner dismissed him one last time. He had managed just over one full season of games (172) for the Yankees, winning 99 for a .576 winning percentage.
In addition to his feats, on June 30, 1948, Lemon pitched a 2-0 no-hitter against the Detroit Tigers. A seven times All-Star (1948 - 1954), Lemon was often used as a pinch-hitter, putting up a lifetime mark of 31 hits in 109 at-bats (.284), and his 37 career home runs batted as a pitcher put him second on the all-time career list, behind Wes Ferrell.
Lemon died at age 79 in Long Beach, California.
Sam Zoldak
Samuel Walter Zoldak (December 8, 1918–August 25, 1966) was a Major League Baseball pitcher for nine seasons. He was nicknamed "Sad Sam". He played for the St. Louis Browns from 1944 to 1948, the Cleveland Indians from 1948 to 1950, and the Philadelphia Athletics from 1951 to 1952. He was born in Brooklyn, New York.
He played college baseball at Fordham University, and was signed by Connie Mack and the Philadelphia Athletics before the 1941 season.[1] However, on February 17, 1944, before playing a game with Philadelphia, Zoldak was traded along with Barney Lutz to the St. Louis Browns for Frankie Hayes.[2] Zoldak was used as a reliever his first season, pitching in 18 games and earning an ERA of 3.72.[2] He played in 26 games during the 1945 season, earning a 3-2 record with an ERA of 3.36.[2] In the following two seasons, the Browns decided to use him as a starter. He started 21 and 19 games, respectively, in the 1946 and 1947 seasons, and finished with record of 9-11 and 9-10.[2] He also continued to maintain a consistent ERA, finishing both seasons with ERAs of 3.43 and 3.47, respectively.[2] After starting the 1948 season with the Browns, he was traded to the Cleveland Indians, who were in the middle of a pennant race. Zoldak was traded on June 15, 1948 for Bill Kennedy and $100,000.[2]
For the Cleveland Indians, he served both as a reliever and a fifth starting pitcher. During his season with the Indians, he went 9-6 with a 2.81 ERA in 23 games.[1] That same season, he tossed a shutout against his former team, and won both games of a doubleheader while pitching in relief against the Detroit Tigers.[1] His pitching effort led to the Indians winning the 1948 World Series. Zoldak spent the next two seasons in the bullpen, throwing 4 saves in 1950.[2] During the 1949 season, Sam managed to hit his only career homer.[3] On July 27, 1949, the Indians played the New York Yankees. Zoldak hit a home run in the third inning off of Ed Lopat.[3] However, the game was rained out, and the only home run of Zoldak's career was erased.[3]
Just before the 1951 season started, Zoldak was part of a three-way trade. On April 30, 1951, he was traded to the Philadelphia Athletics along with Ray Murray in a trade that also involved the Chicago White Sox.[2] Zoldak played the 1951 season for the Athletics after having originally been signed by the team ten years ago by Connie Mack. Ironically, Mack retired from managing in 1950, the year before Zoldak joined the Major League roster. Zoldak pitched for the Athletics for two seasons, and was used primarily as a starter, starting 28 of the 42 games he pitched for them.[2] On July 13, 1951, Zoldak pitched a one-hitter against the Chicago White Sox. After being released by the Athletics on February 2, 1953, he retired
He died on August 25, 1966, New Hyde Park, in NY
Satchel Paige
Leroy Robert "Satchel" Paige (July 7, 1906–June 8, 1982) was an American baseball player whose pitching in several different Negro Leagues and in Major League Baseball made him a legend in his own lifetime.
Paige was a right-handed pitcher. His professional playing career lasted from the mid-1920s until 1965. He appeared in the Major League All-Star Game in both 1952 and 1953.
Pre-professional career
Paige was born to John Page, a gardener, and Lula Coleman, a domestic worker, in a section of Mobile, Alabama known as South Bay. When asked about the year Satchel was born, his mother said, "I can't rightly recall whether Leroy was first born or my fifteenth." On a separate occasion, Lula Paige confided to a sportswriter that her son was actually three years older than he thought he was. A few years later she had another epiphany—he was, she said, two years older. She knew this because she wrote it down in her Bible.
When Paige wrote his memoirs in 1962, he was not convinced about that. He wrote, "Seems like Mom's Bible would know, but she ain't never shown me the Bible. Anyway, she was in her nineties when she told the reporter that and sometimes she tended to forget things."
Enumerated as Leroy age 4 years old on the 1910 U.S. Census for Mobile, Alabama with his parents on Franklin Street. The census of April 21, 1910 lists him as four before his July birthday. Taking this into account his birth date may have been July 7, 1905 not 1906.
Any apparent ambiguity about Paige's age was furthered, thanks to the efforts of Bill Veeck, Paige's frequent employer in his later years. Ever the consummate showman, Veeck liked to promote the notion of Paige being "ageless".
Satchel, his siblings and his mother changed the spelling of their name from Page to Paige sometime in the late 1920s or early 1930s. It is said they did this because they wanted to distance themselves from anything having to do with John Page.
According to legend, Paige got his nickname Satchel from a friend and next door neighbor, Wilber Hines, when they used to go down to the Louisville and Nashville Railroad station and carry bags for the passengers for money. Hines supposedly gave him the name the day Paige got caught trying to steal one of the bags that he was carrying.
On July 24, 1918, at age 12, Paige was sent to the Industrial School for Negro Children in Mount Meigs, Alabama for shoplifting and for truancy from W.C. Council School. There he developed his pitching skills under the guidance of Edward Byrd. It was Byrd who taught Paige how to kick his front foot high and to release the ball at the last possible instant. After his release, shortly before Christmas of 1923, Paige joined the semi-pro Mobile Tigers where his brother Wilson was already playing. Also on the team were future Negro League stars Ted Radcliffe and Bobby Robinson.
Pitching for the semi-pro team named the Down the Bay Boys, Paige got into a jam in the ninth inning of a 1–0 ballgame. Angry at himself, he stomped around the mound, kicking up dirt. The fans started booing him, so he decided that “somebody was going to have to pay for that.” He called in his outfielders and had them squat in the infield. With the fans and his own teammates howling, Paige worked his way out of the jam and made a name for himself.
Satchel Paige: Professional Ballplayer
A former friend from the Mobile slums, Alex Herman, was the player/manager for the Chattanooga Black Lookouts of the Negro Southern League. He discovered Paige and wanted to sign him to a $50 per week contract. Lula Paige didn’t want any part of it until Herman promised to send her a stipend extracted from Satchel’s salary.
Paige was used sparingly in 1926; on June 22 he got the starting job against the Albany Giants and ended up giving up 13 runs in the loss. It was during a game against the Memphis Red Sox that Bill “Plunk” Drake taught Paige the hesitation pitch that Paige would make famous. For the 1927 season, Paige was given a raise to $200 per month and a slick Ford Model A roadster. After just a few games, Paige abandoned the Lookouts for the $276 per month the Birmingham Black Barons of the Negro National League were willing to pay.
Pitching for the Barons, Paige was wild and awkward and didn’t want to take advice on how to pitch from his manager, Bill Gatewood. During a game on June 27, 1927, against Cool Papa Bell’s St. Louis Stars, Paige incited a riot by beaning three consecutive Stars players. Finally Paige accepted help with his mechanics from Sam Streeter and Harry Salmon. He finished the season 8-3 with 80 strikeouts and 19 walks in 93 innings.
Over the next 2 seasons, Paige went 23-25 while setting the Negro League single season strikeout record in 1929 with 184 including the then record of 17 in one game against the Detroit Stars. Due to his increased earning potential, Barons owner R. T. Jackson would “rent” Paige out to other ball clubs for a game or two to draw a decent crowd, with both Jackson and Paige taking a cut.
Career in Cuba
Abel Linares offered Paige an astounding $100 per game to play for his Santa Clara team in Cuba alongside future Hall of Famer Martín Dihigo.
Gambling on baseball games in Cuba was such a huge pastime that players were not allowed to drink alcohol, so they could stay ready to play. Paige – homesick for carousing, hating the food, despising the constant inspections and being thoroughly baffled by the language – stayed on the island for 11 games. He ended up going 5-6 and almost got himself killed when the mayor of a small hamlet asked him, in Spanish, if he had intentionally lost a particular game. Paige, not understanding a word the man said, nodded and smiled, thinking the guy was fawning over him. Paige took his $1100 and left on a steamship out of Havana.
When Paige returned to the United States, he and Jackson revived their practice of renting Paige out to various teams. In the spring of 1930, Jackson leased him to the American Negro League champions, the Baltimore Black Sox, led by their bow-legged third baseman Jud “Boojum” Wilson. Paige, being from the south, found that he was an outsider on the Black Sox and his teammates considered him a hick. Frank Warfield, the player/manager of the Black Sox, made sure that Paige knew he was the number two pitcher behind Lamon Yokely, and that didn’t sit well with Paige.
Paige returned to Birmingham for a few games and then was shipped to the Chicago American Giants of the NNL for a home-and-home series with the Houston Black Buffaloes of the Texas-Oklahoma League. Paige won one and lost one in the series and then returned to Birmingham.
By the spring of 1931 the Depression was taking its toll on the Negro Leagues. No one team could afford Paige. Tom Wilson of the Nashville Elite Giants in the Negro Southern League thought he could. Wilson then moved the team to Cleveland, as the Cleveland Cubs. By the end of 1931, the Cubs moved back to Nashville.
Pittsburgh Crawfords
In June of 1931, the Crawford Colored Giants, an independent club owned by Pittsburgh underworld figure Gus Greenlee, made Paige an offer of $250 a month. On August 6, Paige made his Crawford debut against their hometown rivals, the Homestead Grays. Paige had 6 strikeouts and no walks in five innings of relief work to get the win.
In September, Paige joined a Negro all-star team, the Philadelphia Giants, to play in the California Winter League.
In 1932, Greenlee signed Josh Gibson, Oscar Charleston and Ted Radcliffe away from the Homestead Grays to assemble one of the finest baseball clubs in history. Crawford opened up the season on April 30th in their newly built stadium, Greenlee Field, the first completely black-owned stadium in the country. Paige ended up losing to the New York Black Yankees in a tight one but got even with them by beating them twice that season, including Paige’s first Negro League no-hitter on July 16.
By the end of the season, Greenlee had signed to contracts Cool Papa Bell, John Henry Russell, Leroy Matlock, Jake Stephens, "Boojum" Wilson, Jimmie Crutchfield, Ted Page, Judy Johnson and Rap Dixon. With Crawford holding, for now, five future Hall of Famers, there was no doubt about the identities of the true "Black Yankees."
In 1933, Paige, snubbed by other Negro League players and fans when he wasn’t selected for the first ever East-West All Star Game, ended up going 6-6 for the season.
On July 4, 1934, Paige threw another no-hitter, this time against the Homestead Grays. Only a first inning walk to future Hall of Famer Buck Leonard, and an error in the fourth inning, prevented Paige from chalking up a perfect game. Leonard, unnerved by the rising swoop of the ball, repeatedly asked the umpire to check the ball for scuffing. When the umpire removed one ball from play, Paige said, “You may as well thrown ‘em all out ‘cause they’re all gonna jump like that.”
To head off an attempt by Paige to jump to the Kansas City Monarchs, Greenlee leased Paige to J. Leslie Wilkinson, owner of the Monarchs, for use on his Colored House of David during The Denver Post’s “Little World Series” baseball tournament. Paige won three games in five days while striking out 14, 18 and 12 in each game. During the East-West All Star game of 1934, Paige – who this time wasn’t denied by fans – came in during the sixth inning with the score tied at 0-0 with a man on second, and proceeded to strike out Alec Radcliffe and retire Turkey Stearnes and Mule Suttles on soft fly balls. The East scored one run in the top of the eighth and Paige did the rest by shutting down the West’s offense.
Towards the end of the 1934 season, Paige accepted an offer from Neil Orr Churchill’s semi-pro team, the Bismarcks (sometimes known as the Bismarck Churchills today) in North Dakota, of $400 and a late model Chrysler straight off of Churchill’s lot for just one month’s work. There, he picked up the nickname Long Rifle from local Sioux Indians.
On October 26, 1934, Paige married his longtime sweetheart Janet Howard. During the wedding reception, Greenlee – who paid for the reception – had Paige sign a new long-term contract for the same $250 that he’d been making. On his honeymoon in Las Vegas, which Greenlee also paid for, Paige pitched for Tom Wilson’s Philadelphia Giants in the California Winter League. Paige did particularly well against Dizzy Dean’s all-star team. Later, when Dean was a sports columnist for the Chicago Tribune, he would call Paige the pitcher with the best stuff he’d ever seen.
Paige ended up going 13-3 for the Crawfords for the season and 31-4 including all the games he pitched in during 1934.
On March 3, 1935, Paige jumped teams again, this time from the Giants to another team in the CWL, the El Paso Mexicans. When Paige returned to Pittsburgh, after going 17-2 in the CWL, he got into a contract dispute with Greenlee and decided to return to Bismarck for the same $400 per month and late model used car that he got before while his new bride stayed in Pittsburgh.
DiMaggio and Feller
Paige could not return to the NNL because he was banned from the league for the 1935 season by Greenlee when he jumped to the Bismarck team. Paige turned to J. Leslie Wilkinson and the Kansas City Monarchs. Wilkinson, risking the wrath of Greenlee, was elated to bring Paige aboard. Paige stayed with the Monarchs through the end of the year. He got an offer to front his own team, the Satchel Paige All-Stars, from Johnny Burton, a northern California promoter who needed a team to play against an all-star squad composed of big leaguers out of the Bay Area.
On February 7, 1936, Joe DiMaggio was making his last stop as a minor leaguer before joining the New York Yankees, and he was going to have to face one of baseball’s best pitchers: Satchel Paige. DiMaggio ended up going 1-4 with the game-winning RBI in the bottom of the tenth. A Yankee scout watching the game wired the big club that day a report which read, “DIMAGGIO EVERYTHING WE’D HOPED HE’D BE: HIT SATCH ONE FOR FOUR.”
Paige, at the demand of his wife, returned to Pittsburgh where Greenlee acquiesced to Paige’s salary demands and gave him a $600-per-month contract, by far the highest in the Negro Leagues. In order to get Wilkinson not to sign Paige again, Greenlee agreed that the NNL would recognize a competing league the following season, to be made up of Midwest teams and overseen by Wilkinson. That would lead to the renewing of the Negro League World Series, which hadn’t been played since 1927.
Paige ended up going 7-2 with three shutouts, but things were getting bad for him at home. At the end of the season, Tom Wilson, owner of the Washington Elites, assembled an all-star team composed of Paige, Josh Gibson, Cool Papa Bell, Leroy Matlock, Buck Leonard, Felton Snow, Wild Bill Wright and Sammy Hughes, barnstorming through the Midwest. They swept through the Denver Post tournament in seven straight games, Paige winning three of them by the scores of 7-1, 12-1 and 7-0 with 18 strikeouts in the title game against an overmatched semi-pro team from Borger, Texas. During another series against a team of big leaguers led by Rogers Hornsby, Paige won a pitching duel with a 17-year-old phenom by the name of Bob Feller.
Dominican Republic
During a 1937 swing through New Orleans by the Crawfords, Paige was approached by Dr. José Enrique Aybar, dean of the University of Santo Domingo, deputy of the Dominican Republic’s national congress and director of Los Dragones, a baseball team operated by Rafael Leónidas Trujillo, dictator of the Dominican Republic. Aybar hired Paige to act as an agent for Trujillo in recruiting other Negro League players to play for Los Dragones. Aybar gave Paige $30,000 to hire as many players as he could. Paige ended up bringing eight other players when he jumped to Los Dragones for their eight week season, including Josh Gibson, Cool Papa Bell, Leroy Matlock, Sam Bankhead, Harry Williams and Herman Andrews. Paige had a league best 8-2 record and Los Dragones finished the season in first place with an overall record of 18-13. After Los Dragones beat San Pedro de Macorís in the title series 4 games to 3 by coming from a 3 games to 0 deficit, all the players (Paige later than the rest) returned to the states.
Having little choice because they were all banned from the NNL, the returning players formed Trujillo’s All-Stars and barnstormed around the Midwest. J. Leslie Wilkinson got around the ban by having promoter Ray Dean schedule House of David games with the All-Stars and then he used his influence to get them entered into the Denver Post tournament. The rift between him and the rest of the players was never more evident than when Paige didn’t show up for the first six games of the tournament, but did show up for the final, for which the winning pitcher would receive a $1,000 bonus. His team ended up losing to a semi-pro team from Oklahoma. It was a double-elimination tournament – necessitating another game between the same two teams – suspicion persisted that Paige’s teammates threw the game so he wouldn’t get the winning pitcher’s bonus.
Due to his ongoing dispute over salary with Paige, Greenlee sold his contract to the Newark Eagles for $5,000. Paige was interested in playing for the Eagles, not so much for the money, but for one of the owners, Effa Manley. Rumor around the Negro League was that she would have an affair with the best players, and Paige thought that he qualified. When Manley rejected his offer, Paige, having learned about an injunction that wouldn’t allow him to play for any other team in New York or New Jersey, went to play in Mexico.
Mexico
Jorge Pasquel, a Mexican beer distributor, and his four brothers wanted to compete with the major leagues. Their plan to do that was to hire the best Negro League players who were ignored by the big leagues, then raid big league teams and field integrated clubs in the name of international baseball. With this goal, they hired Paige for an astounding fee of $2,000 per month, not to play for the Pasquels’ Vera Cruz team, but to play for the moribund Agrario club of Mexico City, to create a rivalry for Club Azules, a powerhouse bunch led by Martín Dihigo. Back in the states, Greenlee, out $5,000, declared Paige “banned forever from baseball.”
Three games into the season, Paige’s arm went dead. He could barely lift his arm, much less pitch. In the final game of the season, Paige was matched up against Dihigo. Paige relied on throwing junkballs while Dihigo was throwing blistering fastballs. Through six innings, Paige threw from every angle from overhead to crossfire, even underhanded. He was able to hit the corners of the plate for strikes and the batters, always wary of his fastball, couldn’t dig in properly and take advantage of his lack of velocity. Finally in the seventh, his arm gave out completely. With the game scoreless, Paige gave up a hit and two walks. Rearing back to throw a fast ball, he uncorked a wild pitch that resulted in a run scoring. He managed to retire the side by going back to throwing junkballs.
Paige was removed for a pinch-hitter in the bottom of the inning, and Agrario tied it up against Dihigo, taking Paige off the hook for the loss. Dihigo ended up winning the game with a two-run homer in the ninth, but the flood gates were open as Negro League players streamed into Mexico, again forsaking their teams. Paige returned to Pittsburgh a broken man.
Kansas City Monarchs
Having burned a number of bridges behind him in the States, only one ballclub owner was willing to give Paige a chance to play ball again — J.L. Wilkinson of the Monarchs. Wilkinson built a team around Paige called the Travelers, a roving division of the Monarchs.
Managed by Newt Joseph, the team included Big Train Jackson, George Giles and Johnny Marcum, but it was mostly full of Monarch wannabees and has-beens. Paige would get a percentage of the gate receipts for showing up and throwing just a couple of innings, relying on junkballs. On September 22, 1939 in the first game of a double-header against the powerful American Giants, Paige won a 1-0 game, striking out 10 men in the seven innings before the game was called on account of darkness. After pitching non-stop for over a decade, the seven months since his last pitching game in Mexico gave his arm a chance to heal. In the process, Paige became a better pitcher, utilizing control, finesse and even trickery.
Puerto Rico
Satchel wins Championship and MVP in Puerto Rico's Integrated League
To get his arm in shape, Paige spent the winter playing for the Guayama Brujos (later, Caguas-Guayama team) in Puerto Rico where he went 19-3 with a 1.93 ERA and a league high 208 strikeouts. Paige won two games in the playoff finals against the San Juan Senadores (who played in at the Sixto Escobar Stadium) and won the league’s most valuable player award (MVP).[3][4]
Return from Puerto Rico to Kansas City Monarchs
Paige returned to the Travelers for the 1940 season. During the latter part of the season he was promoted to the Monarchs. On September 12, Paige made his debut with the Monarchs against the American Giants. He went all five innings and would have gone all nine, but the game was called by darkness. The Monarchs won 9-3 and Paige struck out ten.
Because the Monarchs' season didn’t begin until July, Paige, with Wilkinson’s permission, bounced between his All-Star team (once named the “Travelers’) and NNL teams that needed him to sell out their parks. The New York Black Yankees were the first team to take advantage of Paige’s rebirth. While pitching for the Black Yankees, Life did a pictorial of him. In 1941 Wilkinson purchased a DC-3 airplane just to ferry Paige around to his outside appearances.
On August 1, 1941, Paige made his first return to the East-West All Star Game in five years, collecting 305,311 votes, 40,000 more than the next highest player, Buck Leonard. Due to a minor injury to his left arm when he was hit by a pitch on July 23, 1941, he did not start the game, but because of his presence, 50,256 people packed Comiskey Park. Paige came in for the start of the eighth inning when the game was well in hand for the east 8-1. The only hit he gave up was a slow roller to the NNL’s new starting catcher — Josh Gibson was still in Mexico – the Baltimore Elite Giants’ Roy Campanella.
On October 5, 1941, Wilkinson booked a game in Sportsman's Park between the Satchel Paige All-Stars and the Bob Feller All-Stars. The Fellers won the game 4-3 with St. Louis Cardinals rookie Stan Musial hitting a Paige fastball over the right field pavilion roof. After the season was over, Paige once again played in the California Winter League, this time he pitched against a team that had Jimmie Foxx and, coming off his .406 season, Ted Williams.
Janet Paige finally caught up to Paige when she had him served with divorce papers while he was walking onto the field during a game at Wrigley Field. At his court date, on August 4, 1943, Paige’s divorce was finalized with him paying a one time payment of $1,500 plus $300 for attorney’s fees to Janet.
With America’s entrance into World War II, Paige committed himself to pitching in frequent exhibitions to sell war bonds and raise money for war-related charities. One such game was on May 24 at Wrigley Field against the Dizzy Dean All-Stars. The game, which was played to raise money for the Navy Relief Fund, was the first time a colored team ever played at Wrigley. With many of the major league’s best players in the service, including DiMaggio and Ted Williams, Paige, whose income was nearly $40,000, was easily the highest paid athlete in the world.
Integration in baseball
When Branch Rickey signed Jackie Robinson, a teammate of Paige, Paige realized that it was for the better that he himself wasn’t the first black in major league baseball. Robinson started in the minors, an insult that Paige would not have tolerated. By integrating baseball in the minor leagues first, the white major league players got the chance to “get used to” the idea of playing alongside black players. Understanding that, Paige said in his autobiography that, “Signing Jackie like they did still hurt me deep down. I’d been the guy who’d started all that big talk about letting us in the big time. I’d been the one who’d opened up the major league parks to colored teams. I’d been the one who the white boys wanted to go barnstorming against.” Paige, and all other black players, knew that quibbling about the choice of the first black player in the major leagues would do nothing productive, so, despite his inner feelings, Paige said of Robinson, “He’s the greatest colored player I’ve ever seen.”
After losing two of the first four games of the 1946 Negro League World Series, and not showing up at all for the last three games of the series, Paige and Bob Feller started barnstorming across the United States with their respective All-Star teams. The tour helped revive Paige’s reputation, which had languished since the 1942 Negro League World Series.
On October 12, 1947 in Hays, Kansas, Paige married his longtime girlfriend Lahoma Brown in a civil ceremony.
Finally, on July 7, 1948, with his Cleveland Indians in a pennant race and in desperate need of pitching, Indians owner Bill Veeck brought Paige in to try out with Indians player/manager Lou Boudreau. On that same day, Paige signed his first major league contract, for $40,000 for the three months remaining in the season, becoming the first Negro pitcher in the American League and the seventh Negro big leaguer overall.
Major Leagues: The Cleveland Indians
On July 9, 1948, with the St. Louis Browns beating the Indians 4-1 in the bottom of the fourth inning, Boudreau pulled his starting pitcher, Bob Lemon, and sent Paige in. Paige, not knowing the signs and not wanting to cross his catcher up, didn’t put too much on his first pitch, which Chuck Stevens lined a single into left field. Jerry Priddy bunted Stevens over to second. Up next was Whitey Platt, and Paige had had enough. He threw an overhand server for a strike and one sidearm for another strike. Paige then threw his Hesitation Pitch which put Platt in such a funk that he threw his bat forty feet up the third base line. Browns manager Zack Taylor bolted from the dugout to talk to umpire Bill McGowan about the pitch, claiming it was a balk, but McGowan let it stand as a strike. Paige then got Al Zarilla to fly out to end the inning. The following inning he gave up a leadoff single, but with his catcher having simplified his signals, Paige got the next batter to hit into a double play, followed by a pop fly. Larry Doby pinch hit for Paige the following inning.
Paige got his first big league victory on July 15, 1948, the night after he pitched in an exhibition game against the Brooklyn Dodgers in front of 65,000 people in Cleveland’s Municipal Stadium. It came at Philadelphia’s Shibe Park. The Indians were up 5-3 and the bases were loaded in the sixth inning of the second game of a double header. He got Eddie Joost to fly out to end the inning, but gave up two runs the next inning when Ferris Fain doubled and Hank Majeski hit a home run. Paige buckled down and gave up only one more hit the rest of the game, getting five of the next six outs on fly balls. Larry Doby and Ken Keltner hit home runs in the ninth to give the Indians an 8-5 victory.
Longtime Chicago Cubs broadcaster Jack Brickhouse once said with amusement that Paige "threw a lot of pitches that were not quite 'legal' and not quite 'illegal'".
American League President Will Harridge eventually ruled the Hesitation Pitch definitely illegal and if thrown again it would result in a balk. Paige said, “I guess Mr. Harridge didn’t want me to show up those boys who were young enough to be my sons.”
On August 3, 1948, with the Indians one game behind the Athletics, Boudreau started Paige against the Washington Senators in Cleveland. The 72,562 people that saw the game set a new attendance record for a major league night game. Nervous, Paige walked two of the first three batters and then gave up a triple to Bud Stewart to fall behind 2-0. By the time he came out in the seventh, the Indians were up 4-2 and held on to give him his second victory.
His next start was at Comiskey Park in Chicago. 51,013 people paid to see the game, but many thousands more stormed the turnstiles and crashed into the park, overwhelming the few dozen ticket-takers. Paige went the distance, shutting out the White Sox 5-0, debunking the assumption that nine innings of pitching was now beyond his capabilities.
The Indians were in a heated pennant race on August 20, 1948. Coming into the game against the White Sox, Bob Lemon, Gene Bearden and Sam Zoldak had thrown shutouts to run up a thirty-inning scoreless streak, eleven shy of the big league record. 201,829 people had come to see his last three starts. For this game in Cleveland, 78,382 people came to see Paige, a full 6,000 more people than when he last broke the night attendance record. Paige went the distance, giving up two singles and one double for his second consecutive three hit shutout. At that point in the season, Paige was 5-1 with an astoundingly low 1.33 ERA. He made one appearance in the 1948 World Series. He pitched for two-thirds of an inning in Game Two while the Indians were trailing the Boston Braves, giving up a sacrifice fly to Warren Spahn, got called for a balk and struck out Tommy Holmes. The Indians ended up winning the series in six games. Paige ended the year with a 6-1 record with a 2.48 ERA, 2 shutouts, 43 strikeouts, 22 walks and 61 base hits allowed in 72 2/3 innings.
The year 1949 wasn’t nearly as good for Paige as 1948. He ended the season with a 4-7 record and was 1-3 in his starts with a 3.04 ERA. After the season, with Veeck selling the team to pay for his divorce, the Indians gave Paige his unconditional release.
The St. Louis Browns
Paige, penniless, returned to his barnstorming days after being released from the Indians. In 1950, he signed with the Philadelphia Stars in the Eastern Division of the Negro American League for $800 per game.
When Veeck bought an eighty percent interest in the St. Louis Browns, the first thing he did was sign Paige. In his first game back in the major leagues, on July 18, 1951, against the Washington Senators, Paige pitched six innings of shutout baseball, but was roughed up in the seventh, giving up three runs. He ended the season with a 3-4 record and a 4.79 ERA.
In 1952, Rogers Hornsby, an alleged former member of the Ku Klux Klan, took over as manager of the Browns. Despite past accusations of racism, Hornsby was less hesitant to use Paige than Boudreau was four years before. Paige was so effective that when Hornsby was fired by Veeck, his successor Marty Marion seemed not to want to risk going more than three games without using Paige in some form. By July 4, with Paige having worked in 25 games, Casey Stengel named him to the American League All-Star team, making him the first black pitcher on an AL All-Star team. The All-Star game was cut short after five innings due to rain and Paige never got in. Stengel resolved to name him to the team the following year. Paige finished the year 12-10 with a 3.07 ERA for a team that lost ninety games.
Stengel kept to his word and named Paige to the 1953 All-Star team despite Paige not having a very good year. He got in the game in the eighth inning. First Paige got Gil Hodges to line out, then after Roy Campanella singled up the middle, Eddie Mathews popped out. He then walked Duke Snider and Enos Slaughter lined a hit to center to score Campanella. National League pitcher Murry Dickson drove in Snider, but was thrown out at second base trying to stretch the hit into a double. Paige ended the year with a disappointing 3-9 record, but a respectable 3.53 ERA. Paige was released after the season when Veeck once again had to sell the team.
Paige once again returned to his barnstorming days with Abe Saperstein. They formed a baseball version of Saperstein’s Harlem Globetrotters. Paige then joined the real Globetrotters when he joined one of their most popular “reams” – the “baseball routine.” Paige would “pitch” the basketball to Goose Tatum, who would “bat” the ball with his arms, run around the “bases” and slide “home” safely. Paige never actually played on the team, though.[5] Although he was making a decent living, Paige grew tired of the constant travel. His family had grown with the birth of his fourth child and first son, Robert Leroy.
Paige then signed for $300 a month and a percentage of the gate to play for the Monarchs again. Then, on August 14, 1955, Paige signed a contract with the Greensboro Patriots of the Carolina League. He was scheduled to pitch at home three days later against the Philadelphia Phillies farm team, the Reidsville Luckies, but before he could suit up, Phillies farm director Eddie Collins wired George Trautman, president of the National Association of Professional Baseball Leagues, to protest Paige’s appearance. Trautman, dealing with the integration of southern baseball against a Jim Crow backdrop, ruled that the signing was invalid, but the Greensboro team reminded him that the Carolina League had already approved the contract. Trautman then ruled that Greensboro could only use Paige in exhibition games. Unfortunately, Greensboro had already scheduled Paige to pitch in a regular season game which was sold out in advance and couldn’t change it to an exhibition. In the end, the game was canceled when Hurricane Diane hit the Carolinas.
Bill Veeck once again came to Paige’s rescue when, after taking control of the Phillies' triple-A farm team, the Miami Marlins of the International League, he signed Paige to a contract for $15,000 and a percentage of the gate. Marlins manager Don Osborn didn’t want Paige and said that he would only use him in exhibition games. Veeck made a deal with Osborn that he could line up his best nine hitters, rotating them in from their positions in the field, and Veeck agreed to pay ten dollars to any of them who get a clean hit off of Paige. Paige retired all nine and Osborn agreed to make Paige a roster player. In Paige’s first game as a Marlin, he pitched a complete-game, four hit, shutout. Osborn, a former minor league pitcher, taught Paige the proper way to throw a curveball, which allowed Paige to tear through the International League. Paige finished the season 11-4 with an ERA of 1.86 with 79 strikeouts and only 28 walks. This time, when Veeck left the team, Paige was allowed to stay on, for two more years.
In 1957 the Marlins finished in sixth place, but Paige had a 10-8 record with 76 strikeouts versus 11 walks and 2.42 ERA. The following year, Osborn was replaced as manager by Kerby Farrell who wasn’t as forgiving when it came to Paige missing curfews or workouts. He was fined several times throughout the year and finished 10-10, saying that he would not return to Miami the following season.
After the season ended, Paige went to the Mexican state of Durango to appear in a United Artists movie, The Wonderful Country, starring Robert Mitchum and Julie London. Paige played Sgt. Tobe Sutton, a hard-bitten Union army cavalry sergeant of a segregated black unit. He was paid $10,000 to be in it, and the movie became the pride of his life.
Paige was in and out of baseball, pitching sporadically, over the next decade.
Post-playing career
Late in 1960 Paige began collaborating with writer David Lipman on his autobiography, which was to be published by Doubleday in April 1962. It was so successful that Doubleday issued three printings.
At the age of 56, in 1961 Paige signed on with the Triple-A Portland Beavers of the Pacific Coast League, pitching twenty-five innings, striking out 19 and giving up 18 earned runs. He failed to record a single decision in his stint with the Beavers.
In 1965, Kansas City Athletics owner Charles O. Finley signed Paige, 59 at the time, for one game. On September 25, against the Boston Red Sox, Finley invited several Negro League veterans including Cool Papa Bell to be introduced before the game. Paige was in the bullpen, sitting on a rocking chair, being served coffee by a “nurse” between innings. He started the game by getting Jim Gosger out on a pop foul. The next man, Dalton Jones, reached first and went to second on an infield error, but was thrown out trying to reach third on a pitch in the dirt. Carl Yastrzemski doubled and Tony Conigliaro hit a fly ball to end the inning. The next six batters went down in order, including a strikeout of Bill Monbouquette. In the fourth inning, Paige took the mound, to be removed according to plan by Haywood Sullivan. He walked off to a boisterous ovation despite the small crowd of 9,000. The lights dimmed and, led by the PA announcer, the fans lit matches and cigarette lighters while singing “The Old Gray Mare.”
In 1966, Paige pitched in his last game, getting some measure of revenge when he pitched for the Carolina League’s Peninsula Pilots of Hampton, Virginia, against the very same Greensboro Patriots who had been forced to release him before his first pitch back in 1955. Paige gave up two runs in the first, threw a scoreless second and then left, never to return as a player in organized baseball again. (Interestingly, Peninsula used their backup catcher that day, rather than play their regular starter, a kid named Johnny Bench.)
Also in 1966 Paige pitched for the semipro Anchorage Earthquakers, a team that barnstormed through Canada. In 1967 Paige appeared with the Globetrotters in Chicago and lowered himself to play with the Indianapolis Clowns for $1,000 a month.
In 1968 Paige assumed the position of deputy sheriff in Kansas City, with the understanding that he need not bother to actually come to work in the sheriff’s office. The purpose of the charade was to set up Paige with political credentials. Soon after, he was running for a Missouri state assembly seat with the support of the local Democratic club. Candidate Paige never gave a speech, and was never taken seriously. Paige lost the election in a landslide.
In August of 1969, the owner of the Atlanta Braves, William Bartholomay, signed Paige to a contract running through the 1969 season – supposedly as a pitching coach, but actually to raise some fan interest in the club’s new hometown at the same time that he was meeting Paige’s pension requirements. Paige did most of his coaching from his living room in Kansas City.
Bowie Kuhn replaced William Eckert as the Commissioner of Baseball in 1969. In the wake of Ted Williams' 1966 Hall of Fame induction speech urging induction of Negro Leaguers, and on the recommendation of the Baseball Writers Association of America, Kuhn empowered a ten-man committee to sift through hundreds of names and nominate the first group of four Negro League players to go to the Hall of Fame. Because Paige pitched in Greensboro in 1966, he would not have been eligible for enshrinement until 1971, as players have to be out of professional baseball for at least five years before they can be elected. All of the men on the committee agreed that Paige had to be the first Negro league player to get elected, so this gave Kuhn plenty of time to create some sort of Negro league branch in the Hall of Fame. On February 9, 1971 Kuhn announced that Paige would be the first member of the Negro wing of the Hall of Fame. Because many in the press saw the suggestion of a "Negro wing" as separate-but-equal and blasted major league baseball for the idea, by the time that Paige’s induction came around on August 9, Kuhn convinced the owners and the private trust of the Hall of Fame that there should be no separate wing after all. It was decided that all who had been chosen and all who would be chosen would get their plaques in the “regular” section of the Hall of Fame.
In an article in Esquire magazine in 1976, sportswriter Harry Stein published an article called the "All Time All-Star Argument Starter", a list of five ethnic baseball teams. Paige, a choice Stein meant more out of sentiment than anything else, was the relief pitcher on his black team.
On May 31, 1981, a made-for-television movie titled Don’t Look Back, starring Louis Gossett Jr. as Paige and Beverly Todd as Lahoma aired. Paige was paid $10,000 for his story and technical advice. In the spring of 1981 Paige was made vice president of the Triple-A Springfield Redbirds of the American Association, but this was in title only. In August, with great difficulty because of health problems, he attended a reunion of Negro League players held in Ashland, Kentucky that paid special tribute to himself and Cool Papa Bell. Attending the reunion were Willie Mays, Buck Leonard, Monte Irvin, Judy Johnson, Chet Brewer, Gene Benson, Bob Feller and Happy Chandler.
During a power failure on June 8, 1982, Paige died of a heart attack at his home in Kansas City, a month before his 76th birthday. He is buried on Paige Island in the Forest Hill Memorial Park Cemetery in Kansas City.
In 1996, Paige was played by Delroy Lindo in the made-for-cable film Soul of the Game, which also starred Mykelti Williamson as Josh Gibson, Blair Underwood as Jackie Robinson, Edward Herrmann as Branch Rickey and Jerry Hardin as Commissioner Happy Chandler.
In 1999, he ranked Number 19 on The Sporting News' list of the 100 Greatest Baseball Players, and was nominated as a finalist for the Major League Baseball All-Century Team.
Satchel Paige stated in the book, Pitchin' Man by Hal Lebovitz—as well as numerous articles, that one of his greatest disappointments was, "I never pitched to Babe Ruth." The Babe Ruth All-Stars did play exhibition games against Negro leaguers but Paige and Ruth never faced off against each other.
On July 28, 2006, a statue of Satchel Paige was unveiled in Cooper Park, Cooperstown, New York commemorating the contributions of the Negro Leagues to baseball.
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