The Yankees were in a terrible slump a few months ago.
That is to say, they were not in first place. My prototypical Yankee fan friend was fretting and saying they would have to bring in some new talent. I sent a two-word reply: Johnny Hopp. My pal was mystified, in that Hopp is not the classic insurance acquisition the Yankees have made over the decades. He was a fading first baseman they picked up on Sept. 5, 1950 – too late to be eligible for the annual World Series, but he made his modest contributions until early 1952, when his services were no longer required. My point was, the Yankees usually get what they want and what they need. Other names come to mind ahead of Hopp: Cecil Fielder in 1996, David Justice in 2000, and Johnny Mize in 1949. The Yankees always have the money to bring in somebody during a pennant race. They paid $40,000 for Mize, an aging first baseman, on Aug. 22, 1949, and he helped win five consecutive World Series. I can still see Duke Snider and Carl Furillo staring at his three blasts in the 1952 Series. As a young sportswriter, my personal favorite among late-season Yankees was Pistol Pete Ramos, who came over from Cleveland on Sept. 5, 1964 – ineligible for the World Series, to be sure, but he made sure the Yankees got there, pitching 13 times and saved eight victories. Not only that, he jollied up his old friend Mickey Mantle by daring him to stage their long-delayed challenge sprint. By that time, the Mick could hardly walk. Just guessing that Ichiro Suzuki will not propose an old-guy race with Derek Jeter or compare arms with Yankee outfielders, although the word is that he can trash-talk in English with the best of them. He will be a presence. Supply your own moral judgment. My Brooklyn heart was long ago broken by the Johnny Mizes – and the Johnny Hopps.
Big Al
7/24/2012 04:29:46 am
I am not old enough to remember Johnny Hopp, but I remember Bob Cerv, Joe DiMastri, Hector Lopez, Johnny Blanchard, Earl Torgenson and Dale Long very well. Pete Ramos was a particular favorite, terrific in late 1964 and I recall The Mick smashing massive homers off Pete and his Cuban compadre, Camilo Pascual, when both were Washington Senators. The Yanks seem to find what they need. A close friend expressed this with typical elegance: "Them that has, gets." Ichiro will not hit .260 in pinstripes unless I miss my guess. When he's done, he will join Mize in the Hall.
George Vecsey
7/24/2012 05:32:05 am
Al, what about Coney going 9-2 in 1995 and nearly getting them past Seattle (and wrecking his circulation)?
Big Al
7/24/2012 05:46:23 am
Indeed yes in all respects. I am familiar with the Billy Holiday version, which is superb and the superb cover by the great David Clayton Thomas. Coney pitched until his arm fell off in Game Five in 1995, like Big Newk did in Game Three of the playoff against the Giants in 1951. In 1995, Buck had no idea that some kid named Mariano Rivera was the man to insert in place of the exhausted, brilliant Coney. I seem to recall Coney being summoned in October of 2000 especially to face some guy named Piazza and Coney delivered the goods.
Mike Gesker
7/24/2012 05:15:34 am
Here's to Enos "Country" Slaughter, too!
George Vecsey
7/24/2012 05:35:31 am
How about Bob Kuzava, who came over in 1951 and stayed a year. I bet Big Al has heard of him. He shows up in my Brooklyn nightmares sometimes. GV
Frank Barning
7/24/2012 05:29:50 am
I knew Johnny Mize. A humble man, he was quite proud of being the only player to hit 50 or more homers in a single season while fanning fewer than 50 times. In 1947 he belted 51 homers for the Giants while striking out 42 times. You could look it up.
Big Al
7/24/2012 05:36:16 am
Mize was a truly great one who hit 50+ HR's twice and was a superb contact hitter as well. I recall a quote from the late great Red Smith regarding Mize during his years with the Yankees: "Your legs are gone, your arm likewise, but not your eyes Mize, not your eyes." The man could flat hit the pill, a pro's pro in every respect and totally worthy of admission to the Hall.
George Vecsey
7/24/2012 05:40:22 am
Hey, Frank. You're right. He was a nice, gentle man.
Frank Barning
7/24/2012 05:54:22 am
Johnny told me that he forced the trade because the Cardinals could not afford to pay him what he was worth. As your brilliant Stan Musial book reports, at the time St. Louis was not really a major city and was mostly blue collar. Musial and Mize could have been the original M&M boys.
Big Al
7/24/2012 05:58:09 am
I am not familiar with someone named Bob Kuzava. Manager Stengel called upon someone he referred to as "Ben Gazzara" to save the final game of the 1951 Series versus the Giants and then in Game Seven of 1952, seventh inning, bases full of Brooklyn, to face Jackie Robinson, though Gazzara was a lefty and Ben induced the great Robinson to hit a pop-up some fans remember, that was caught by a young roughneck from Oakland named Billy Martin, rescuing the forces of U.S. Steel. I have reviewed the play on tape several times and Billy catches the pop-up on every occasion. This makes me wonder why a .260 hitter and mediocre fielder hit .333 in the World Series and played in one every single season he wore the pinstripes. Some of us use the term "catching the pop-up" as a metaphor for coming to play in the clutch, tough as nails!
George Vecsey
7/24/2012 06:04:13 am
Right. Sometimes they crushed you with guys on their roster all year. Henrich. Martin. That stumpy catcher. The new Yankees delivered the coup de grace. Oy. 7/24/2012 10:14:15 am
George
George Vecsey
7/24/2012 11:11:24 am
Alan, this is what I do for fun, man. It's not Clemens and A-Rod that come with price tags and expectations. It's Kuzava and the Mize and Ramos that kill hope -- what was it Orwell said of the future, a boot in the face of humanity, forever. something like that. GV
I didn't get to be a Yankee fan until 1945, although my scarlet fever was in 1942. I saw a newspaper ad for baseball on WINS and it happened to be the Yankees, although I lived in Brooklyn and found myself out of step with my buddies. You might like a couple of my posts on 1942 stars: My scarlet fever came in 1942 and I inadvertently became a Yankee (and baseball) fan in 1945 after noticing a newspaper ad for baseball on WINS. I don't remember any seaon-saving trade that year. In fact, they let star pitcher Hank Borowy go mid-year and he helped the Cubs to their last World Series. You'll recall that the Yanks struggled on to fourth place with batting champion Snuffy Stirnweiss, Tuck Stainback, and Bud Metheny. Charlie Keller and Red Ruffing came back from the war mid-season and gave us some hope for 1946, but that was another downer.
Big Al
7/24/2012 11:29:54 am
George, does the name Luis Soto ring a bell, chubby, little utility infielder who hit a nine-hopper up the middle in Flushing in October of 2000? And what of Brian Doyle and Bucky F. Dent as your pals in Boston refer to him. This plucky little bunch of over-achievers in pinstripes from the Bronx finds a way to overcome and adapt, despite the constraints of a $200 million budget.
George Vecsey
7/24/2012 01:10:15 pm
names vaguely familiar, yes 7/24/2012 04:34:21 pm
George,
Ed Martin
7/24/2012 05:02:44 pm
As I read your comment Johnny Hopp, I said to myself Johnny Mize. Us older guys remember Hopp with the Boston Braves and Mize with the Jints. I already hadna painful memory of Mize. Branch Rickey began the two admission doubleheader as I recall. I went to one that began at 10 a.m. The Dam Jints won 19-2 and Mize did a lot of damage. I forget the specifics. As a natural Yankee-hater, all Dodger fans were, these guys showing up in the Bronx was adding insult to injury.
Brian Savin
7/25/2012 12:16:14 am
Gracious. Adding up the total "man years" of experience of this group, there has got to be a couple of hundred years of sports angst reflected here. I can imagine Eternity as a place where the Yankees find the key to winning each and every world series forever. Heaven and hell are the same place -- and your fate depends on who you chose to route for in life!!
George Vecsey
7/25/2012 04:22:11 am
That's what Orwell was talking about. 7/25/2012 03:18:25 am
Brian,
George Vecsey
7/25/2012 04:23:05 am
I will send this to Marty. GV
Ed Martin
7/25/2012 08:00:16 am
this really rang a bell, lots of interaction. Fun reading from your fans. By the way it reminded me of your post on nicknames. Here are a couple: Mandrake for Jint outfielder Don Mueller. In section 8we called him this singles hitter that for his bloops and seeing eye hits. For the younger, Mandrake the Magician was a comic strip hero.
Adrian
7/25/2012 08:34:03 am
Since we're talking about the good great days--
George Vecsey
7/25/2012 09:15:15 am
my first game at the PG? A guy named Jack Conway hit a 254-foot HR -- his only one in the majors -- to beat my Dodgers. I cried all the way home (what the heck, I was 9)
David A
7/25/2012 09:13:21 am
George,
George Vecsey
7/25/2012 09:16:22 am
Thanks so much. will read later.
Dave A
7/25/2012 03:39:38 pm
Go USA Ladies Olympic Soccer! Columbia...next victim-enjoy Fenway. Who are you rooting for (if I may ask?)
George Vecsey
7/25/2012 03:54:27 pm
Too busy to root tonight. I rooted for my Internet connection to come back in a quivering ball park. 7/25/2012 09:15:27 am
Adrian,
michaelira
7/25/2012 09:15:53 am
Luis Arroyo and Bobby Shantz.
Bob in Cherry Valley
7/25/2012 03:21:12 pm
I linked to this from the NYT Bats blog and found myself moved to look some stuff up, and, respectfully, to post some comments:
George Vecsey
7/25/2012 03:57:43 pm
Darryl Strawberry played for all four NY franchises -- his only four teams. Of course, two of them were in Calif. when he did.
Bob in Cherry Valley
7/25/2012 04:17:00 pm
I was on the fence about whether post-'57 counted but I did forget about Straw, so thank you. I guess the home uniforms at least were pretty much the same, except for the caps. By this standard we can also include, at least with Casey, Don Zimmer, who played for the Brooklyn Dodgers and the Mets, and coached for the SF Giants and the Yankees.
Forrest Murray
7/25/2012 06:03:07 pm
The quote above about Johnnie Mize and his eyes was with all due respect not from Red Smith,but from my uncle, Dan Parker, in the Daily Mirror.
George Vecsey
7/25/2012 11:08:50 pm
Funny how that works -- Red becomes the representative sportswriter for the ages. Dan Parker was a giant when I was breaking in, before the Mirror went down. Thanks, GV
Big Al
7/26/2012 01:54:59 am
Many thanks to the the two gents who have corrected me on two mistatements I made in prior posts. Blanch (Johnny Blanchard) came up in the Yankee organization. Perhaps I was thinking about his trade to KC in the lamentable Mike Burke era. Someone asked Blanch if he was pleased because he would have a chance to play regularly in KC. Blanch's reply was classic: "Who wants to play regularly in Kansas City?" My apologies to Mr. Parker on attributing his Dad's superb line on John Mize to Red Smith. Perhaps as I march towards social security age as an old baby boomer I am encountering early signs of senility. I recall the line being used in Pete Golenback's marvelous book "Dynasty" recounting the Yankee years of 1949 through 1964,"when rooting for the Yankees was like rooting for U.S. Steel." I have to root the book out of the attic because I could swear that Pete attributed the quote on Mize to the great Red Smith, a favorite of mine. But as I say, I am an aging baby boomer and like many "young" guys in their 50's and 60's, my idol was and is a young kid from Oklahoma who ran like the wind and hit moonshots from both sides of the plate. All he did was take the Yankees to the Series 12 times in his first 14 years, hit 18 homers in October, 3 more than Ruth and win the Triple Crown. 50 years ago in 1962, I saw the Mick batting lefty in BP before a double-dip with the Tigers hit 12 consecutive balls into the bleachers between the 407 sign in right center and the 461 sign in dead center. The peanut and hot dog vendors set down their trays, turned and watched. Kaline, Cash, Colavito and Bunning stood behind the cage and stared in awe, then laughed hysterically. Next time in the cage, The Natural stepped into the box from the right side and on his first swing, he hit a ball that looked like a Tiger Woods 2 iron, ten feet off the ground, no more, which went over the 457 sign in left center and got stopped by the bleacher seats about ten or twelve rows back. If the seats weren't there, the ball would have wound up in the lobby of the Concourse Plaza Hotel on 161st Street. Incidentally, some of us with Moms who had grown up in the Bronx watching Ruth, Gehrig and DiMag always referred to the Concourse as the "Cohen Course". I could never figure out why. I need a good knish, but where to find one these days? George V. and I knew a place in Queens - - - - . Right old friend?
George Vecsey
7/26/2012 03:01:09 am
Al, I can get pho in our home borough now....and dosa.... 7/26/2012 03:01:22 am
Big Al
Big Al
7/26/2012 03:13:55 am
You can get great Yona Schimmel knishes is Teaneck as well. But the knishes at Charney's were like fragrant little pillows, with perfect crust and hospital corners. The mashed potato inside was perfectly seasoned with onion and pepper and the special deli mustard made them superb. For those favoring kasha, these knishes were also perfect. The kasha was soft, flavorful and moist, like the kind in my Bubby's flanken with kasha varnishkes (pot roast and kasha, oy!). I am so hungry!!!!! 7/26/2012 03:37:54 am
The references to Red Smith reminded me of a long-time, unresolved, argument with my friend about whether we played “hardball or baseball” as kids growing up in NYC.
Big Al
7/26/2012 03:38:35 am
Alan, this is from Alan, a/k/a Big Al. I live right off Route 4 these days and I know that Mickey brought his entire family to live with him one Summer in a rental house in Bergen County, perhaps 1962. The neighbors apparently drove him crazy and the experiment was not repeated the next season.
Big Al
7/26/2012 04:14:28 am
Alan, of course it was "hardball"! We played hardball at Alley Pond Park and at Cunningham Park in Queens. We played stickball with a broomstick and a tennis ball on the wall with the painted strike zone at Martin Van Buren HS in Queens Village. We played stoopball and slapball with a "spaldeen". "Punchball" was for sissies. Anyone who is not intimately familiar with the proper use of these terms was obviously not well brought up, a "garcon mal eleve" as M. Vecsey would call him. Only a complete vulgarian would refer to an egg cream as a "chocoate soda", is it not so? Only a knave would make one with Bosco and club soda. The cogniscenti know that an egg cream is simpy not an egg cream without Foxx's U Bet and seltzer from the fountain or spritzer of such high intensity that the gas created could fuel an Apollo booster rocket. Hardball is hardball, softball is softball; this is true to a metaphysical, existential certainty. 7/26/2012 05:19:53 am
Big Al,
George Vecsey
7/26/2012 06:26:53 am
Big Al plays hardball. Of course he does. That's what we called it in Queens (a decade earlier than Big Al).
Ed
7/26/2012 05:06:03 am
In late breaking news the Steinbrenners announced they have bought A.C. Roma, and are considering bringing back Pele for the last month before the championship. Nice story, as usual, George on Fenway match. 7/26/2012 06:05:06 am
Don't forget when they brought El Duque back to the Bronx in July of 2004. He won 8 of 10 decisions to get them into postseason.
George Vecsey
7/26/2012 06:29:37 am
Dear Pinstripes: They could bring back Lefty Gomez tomorrow and he would go 7-1 down the stretch. GV 7/26/2012 07:11:05 am
George
Big Al
7/26/2012 06:11:43 am
Alan buddy, I am in Bergenfield, not much more than a mile from Windsor Road and Teaneck, past Bergenfield HS, where Ronny Vallone starred at hardball. I go to the JCC of Teaneck, across Cedar Lane from Holy Name Hospital. Do you remember Tabachniks and the Butterflake Bakery? Bill Parcells played at River Dell in Oradell, ten minutes away. I am familiar with all important games and we cannot leave out boxball and hit the penny. But did you flip baseball cards? In the schoolyard at P.S. 18 on Hillside Ave. in Queens Village (George knows this area) I was an acknowledged master. You challenged your opponent calling your bet, such as "first and five". You flipped five cards and your opponent had to match. We always kept two sets of cards, one for flipping and one for the shoebox, full set. Did you ever notice that there were ten Pumpsie Greens and Eli Grbas for one Mickey Mantle or Willie Mays? Do you think that Topps did this deliberately? I would walk to school to be there at 7 AM so I would have a full hour of card-flipping and was subjected to daily abuse by my idiot Met friends starting in 1962. According to them, Choo Choo Coleman was better than Ellie Howard and Joe Christopher was better than Mickey Mantle. How does one respond to such lunacy? And they were under the impression that the Mayor's Trophy Game was Game Seven of the World Series. Did you know that Rod Kanehl was better than Bobby Richardson? Oy! Vanilla Malted at Michael's Luncheonette (candy store) on Hillside was 30 cents for three large glasses of malted with two giant scoops of vanilla. Remember the ice cream headache? The spaldeens at Michael's were kept in a large wicker basket and they cost a quarter, a major investment. We tested the spaldeens using Isacc Newton's theory of gravity to determine which one bounced the highest. Michael, the proprietor, never questioned us and assumed our scientific theories were proper. And yes, my Mother threw out all my shoeboxes of sacred cards as soon as I left for college. 7/26/2012 07:01:03 am
Big Al,
Irwin Gordon
5/16/2014 05:50:14 am
Hello Big Al,
Big Al
7/26/2012 07:10:26 am
This comment by George is very astute, a distinction with a difference. At Sal the barber's on Springfield off Union in Queens, you "got" a haircut. You could also get a a bet and a decent vig on Yanks-Tigers, Ford v. Bunning. Does anyone recall the great blackout of 1965? I was in the chair with Sal, late in the afternoon, when the lights went out. My haircut was half-finished. I had to come back the following day. Can you imagine the grief I took? My buds never let me forget my mohawk. In those days, we all got the "semi-crew" cut. Mantle and Unitas wore their hair that way. Y.A. Tittle, a hero, had a different cut.
Big Al
7/26/2012 07:29:33 am
The Bergenfield Bears were one tough outfit! The Butterflake made the best marble cake, chocolate eclairs (custard not whipped cream!!!) and assorted cookies in G-d's creation and still does. Do you recall the line that stretched outside the bakery on Sunday mornings? The small, seeded rye, onion rolls, bialys and bagels with everything (garlic, garlic, garlic) are simply the best. As for Tabachniks, when you walked into the place, you immediately went into a trance. The smells were so wonderful they must have been illegal. Did you know that Jim Bouton played semi-pro ball in Teaneck? My buddy's dad managed him. Alan, Washington Avenue hasn't changed a lick and neither has Teaneck Road by the Armory. Try Tommy Fox's on Washington for a Yankee or Giants game.
Big Al
7/26/2012 09:11:37 am
Dear Dave H., I stand corrected yet again and thank you. The Big Cat hit 50+ homers only once and I was thinking of the master of malapropisms, Ralph Kiner, great slugger and hilarious broadcaster. I suggested recently to George V. that the Mets should invite the new Governor Cuomo to Opening Day at Shea II and have a special Kiner's Corner for Ralphie to interview Guv. Andy C. Can anyone alive who was watching the Opening Day at Shea I when Governor Mario C. was in attendance fail to recall Kiner's epic malopropism in referring to the Governor as Mario "Kooh-mo"? When I see Ralphie these days, it evokes Bob Shepherd, who is still announcing Derek "Jeetah", from his grave in Cypress Hills Cemetary, Queens. Reminds me of a story Kiner told about his days in Pittsburgh when he was winning HR championships year after year and he went into GM Branch Rickey's office and demanded a big raise. Rickey replied: Young man we finished last with you and we can finish last without you." Ralphie became Kiner the Cubbie 7/28/2012 08:30:16 am
Big Al 8/29/2013 12:31:50 am
I Like this way of summarizing the Spain’s football match and no one can accurately brief the event other than you .And it is sad to realize the fact that the injured player is not replaced with the substitution. Comments are closed.
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