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Friends Don’t Let Friends Showboat

In lieu of actual baseball, I’ll be posting snippets that were cut from The Baseball Codes as a way of amusing myself and, hopefully, you. Today’s theme: showboating and celebrations These old stories help show just how far baseball has come.

Hitting home runs and crashing into catchers and 100-mph fastballs are ferocious things, but baseball is also a goddamned soap opera. For a sport filled with testosterone (both natural and otherwise), the amount of time guys spend on interpersonal drama is astounding. Designation as a professional athlete does not inure one to a well-placed emotional jab. And just like real life, if that jab comes from someone considered to be a close friend, it’s all the more painful. And if it takes time to retaliate for such a jab, then time is taken.

Rick Sutcliffe and Pedro Guerrero first became teammates in 1974, as 18-year-olds in the Dodgers organization, at Single-A Bellingham, Washington. Three years later, both were at Triple-A Albuquerque, as roommates and close friends. “When he didn’t have any money, I used to loan him money,” Sutcliffe told the Chicago Tribune. “I used to loan him my car. He used to ride around town in my car, and that’s how he met his wife.”

They remained friendly after Sutcliffe was traded to Cleveland after the 1981 season, then joined the Cubs in ’84. In 1987, however, things changed. In a game at Wrigley Field, Guerrero crushed a Sutcliffe pitch onto Waveland Avenue for a solo home run. It was hardly damaging, as the Cubs still led, 9-3, but it was Guerrero’s response that got under the pitcher’s skin.

Guerrero stood in the batter’s box and watched his home run until it left the stadium. Then he waved it bye-bye. With his team down by six runs. With his good friend on the mound.

Sutcliffe looked toward the plate in disbelief, shocked that someone he felt so close to could show him up like that. He responded by motioning with his arms and shouting for Guererro to get moving.

“I don’t say nothing to you when you strike my butt out,” Guerreo spat back, and went into less of a home-run trot than a home-run saunter, strolling languidy around the bases as Sutcliffe watched, seething.

“For a friend to embarrass me like that . . . maybe I better re-examine just how good a friend he is,” said Sutcliffe after the game. For his part, Guerrero insisted that there was nothing personal behind his actions, that it was just his style. He even went so far as to say, “I hope he will forget about it.”

Sutcliffe didn’t forget about it.

The two next faced each other 10 months later, in June, 1988, also at Wrigley Field. With runners on first and second, Sutcliffe walked Guerrero on four pitches, aiming the fourth offering just under his chin. “They were roommates in the minor leagues, and Sutcliffe even let him use his car,” said Cubs first baseman Mark Grace, looking back. “He said, ‘Now you’re going to do that to me? Here you go, son.’ ”

Guerrero glowered at the pitcher, stepped slowly from the batter’s box and tossed his bat toward the Dodgers dugout. The two started yelling at each other and then charged, though they were separated by other players before they could connect.

After the game, Sutcliffe was terse. “I ain’t got nothing to say about that,” he said in a Tribune report. “I take care of those things myself. It’s the same old thing.”

Sutcliffe’s message seemed lost on Guerrero. “I don’t know what his problem is,” said the Dodgers star after the game, adding that he’d done nothing to show the pitcher up.

Lesson not learned.

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‘Hey Bat Boy, Come Get Oliver’

In lieu of actual baseball, I’ll be posting snippets that were cut from The Baseball Codes as a way of amusing myself and, hopefully, you. Today’s theme: showboating and celebrations These old stories help show just how far baseball has come.

After St. Louis catcher Gene Oliver hit a long home run against Don Drysdale at Dodger Stadium, he watched the ball for a beat longer than usual, then compounded the mistake by saying, loud enough for Drysdale to hear, “Hey, bat boy, come get the bat.”

In Oliver’s next at-bat, Drysdale drilled him hard enough to buckle the hitter to the dirt. As the St. Louis trainer tended to the wounded player, Drysdale shouted, “Hey bat boy, come get Oliver.”

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Fair Or Foul, Take Your Base

In lieu of actual baseball, I’ll be posting snippets that were cut from The Baseball Codes as a way of amusing myself and, hopefully, you. Today’s theme: showboating and celebrations These old stories help show just how far baseball has come.

Outfielder Darrin Jackson: “I’ve got an interesting story from 1988. At that time, Goose Gossage (I’m giving you names here because it was a learning experience) was closing for us with the Chicago Cubs.

One of the unwritten rules you learn the tough way as a rookie is, when you hit a ball off a veteran like Goose Gossage, either fair or foul, if it’s going to be way out of there, you don’t stand there watching it. You don’t stand there and say, “Is it fair or is it foul, fair or foul … oh, it’s foul.”

That’s bad luck for you as a young hitter, because someone like Goose Gossage is standing right there staring at you while you watch the ball. If it’s that close, you run. Well, that’s what Ron Gant [then in his rookie season, with Atlanta] did, and Ron Gant didn’t run. The next pitch was in his ribs. That was definitely a learning experience for Ron Gant, I would have to say.

If it’s foul by 100 feet, you stand there, that’s fine. Admire a foul strike. But when it’s on the border, veterans will frown upon it, especially if it’s some young kid standing there watching the ball. Run the bases.

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Jim Palmer Is Not A Six-Gun Kind Of Guy

In lieu of actual baseball, I’ll be posting snippets that were cut from The Baseball Codes as a way of amusing myself and, hopefully, you. Today’s theme: showboating and celebrations These old stories help show just how far baseball has come.

Jim Palmer: “You never want to show up guys. My best story is the last year I won 20 games [1978]. I had hurt my elbow, and I went from something like 12-4 to 13-12, and I had seven more starts. I had to win them all to win 20, and back then it was a big thing to win 20 games. [It was actually 1977, Palmer’s second-to-last 20-win season. He was 13-11 on Aug. 26, and won seven of his last eight starts, with one no-decision, to finish 20-11.]

“I was going for number 19 in Cleveland on a Saturday afternoon. Football season had started. It was late September, and I was pitching against Dennis Eckersley, who was a starter at the time. Dennis is striking guys out, and then shooting them [with his extended fingers] and blowing the end of the pistol. Our guys aren’t happy. In baseball, if you’re a pitcher, your job is to get hitters out, and if you’re a hitter it’s to get hits. You don’t celebrate your own feats. But here he is, he’s blowing them off the field.

“It’s a 1-1 ballgame, bottom of the eighth, and I load the bases with nobody out: A leadoff hit, a couple of bunts, DeCinces falls down, I slip, because it’s a horrible ballpark anyway, and now it’s football season and it’s wet. The bases are loaded, and I’ve got Andre Thornton, their No. 1 RBI guy coming up, then Bruce Bochte, who hit .300 four straight years, and Rico Carty, who’d had hit .366 and led the NL in hitting about three years earlier.

“I didn’t know how to get Thornton out. He was a great low-ball hitter, but an out-over-the-plate fastball hitter, too. I throw him a first pitch up and in, and he pops up to Mark Belanger.

“I get 2-2 on Bochte and he keeps fouling balls off. Then he strikes out on a high fastball. I said, “Jeez, I might have a chance to get out of this.

“Rico Carty comes up. Rico always used to talk to you. He’s not as bad as Cliff Johnson, who if you pitched him in—because he couldn’t hit the ball in—he’d growl, “Hey, keep on comin’ in there. You’re gonna pay!” He was just trying to talk you out of throwing it where he couldn’t hit it.

“I’d thrown Rico a slider low and away earlier in the year, and he hit it about 440 feet to right center for a home run. I’m thinking, “It’s 1-1 and I have a chance to get out of this, then we have Murray and Singleton and the heart of our order in the top of the ninth.” I’ve only got one more start coming up, so I’ve got to get Carty out somehow. I throw him a high fastball, and he takes it! He never took those. Ball one. Throw him another one, ball two. He always swung at those pitches.

“The wind is blowing out a little bit, and the fences are in that year—they used to move them in and out depending on what type of offensive year they wanted to have. I figure that I can’t throw him a slider because he hit that for a home run earlier in the year, so I’ll take a little off my fastball and hope he gets out in front. I throw him a fastball about thigh-high down and away, and he hits it off the end of the bat to center field. The wind’s blowing out, and Bumbry goes back … and back … and back. Al wasn’t a real big guy, probably 5-foot-8, and he jumps and catches it right where it would have either gone off the top of the wall, or over it. It was as close as I’ve ever come to throwing a grand slam, but Bumbry caught it.

“We come up to hit. Here’s Eckersley, he’d probably struck out 10 or 11 [12, actually], pulled those six-shooters out a lot on the day, and guys are still trying to beat him. Singleton and Murray hit two of the longest home runs I’ve ever seen, back-to-back, and we end up winning 4-1.

“The next day I see Dennis in the outfield, and I said “Dennis. I know you’re young, and I know you speak “Eckinese,” as we used to call it, and I hope you understand how great a future you have … but when you strike a guy out, pretend it’s an accident and go on to the next guy. These guys want to beat you bad enough, especially when you’re a little bit brash. There’s an arrogance there. It’s all right to be good, and it’s all right to have a lot of self-confidence, but let everybody else toot your horn for you. When you strike people out, get the ball and just walk off the field.”

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‘Challenge Me, My Ass.’

In lieu of actual baseball, I’ll be posting snippets that were cut from The Baseball Codes as a way of amusing myself and, hopefully, you. Today’s theme: showboating and celebrations These old stories help show just how far baseball has come.

“After what Reggie [Jackson] did tonight, all the mustard in the world couldn’t cover him. He hit a single to right, and as he rounded first, he gave one of his stares at [Angels right fielder Lyman] Bostock as if to say, ‘Go ahead, challenge me, motherfucker.’ Bang, Bostock fired the ball in and picked him off first base. Challenge me, my ass.”

—Sparky Lyle, The Bronx Zoo

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Do As Curt Schilling Does, If Not As His Teammates Do

In lieu of actual baseball, I’ll be posting snippets that were cut from The Baseball Codes as a way of amusing myself and, hopefully, you. Today’s theme: showboating and celebrations These old stories help show just how far baseball has come.

Curt Schilling in the Boston Herald in 2006, talking about how he approaches showboating hitters in light of the fact that his Red Sox team, featuring guys like David Ortiz and Manny Ramirez, was itself known for similar acts: 

“People should not just assume that if guys on your team do it, then you shouldn’t care if guys on other teams do it. What the guys on my team do at the plate has no relevance to when I’m on the mound. I don’t show hitters up, and I don’t expect hitters to ever show me up. How I feel about a hitter and what he does at the plate against me is the only thing I factor into the equation. If it bothers you, you have a forum to take care of the problem.”

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Mr. September: That Time When Reggie Swaggered His Way Into John Denny’s Doghouse

In lieu of actual baseball, I’ll be posting snippets that were cut from The Baseball Codes as a way of amusing myself and, hopefully, you. Today’s theme: showboating and celebrations These old stories help show just how far baseball has come.

In 1981, Reggie Jackson was already on edge from a number of brushback pitches he’d been forced to avoid a week earlier. So when, in Yankee Stadium, Cleveland Indians pitcher John Denny threw a fastball up and in, again making the New York star duck and cover, then compounded the frustration by striking him out two pitches later, it did not sit well with the star. Jackson ran toward Denny, clearing the benches, though though no punches were thrown. Jackson was carried from the fray by teammates Oscar Gamble and Bobby Brown.

Jackson exacted the best possible revenge in his next at-bat, taking Denny deep in the fourth inning with a man aboard to give New York a 6-1 advantage. That was only the beginning.

Reggie was already known for admiring his home runs, but he took things to the next level. He flung his bat and watched the ball, then pumped his fist in Denny’s direction before starting a slow trot around the bases. After rounding third he tipped his cap to the crowd.

Denny was not enthralled by this, glaring as Jackson circled the bases, then descending the mound to yell at his antagonist. Once Reggie crossed home plate, instead of turning for the dugout he spun and charged the mound for the second time on the day, this time pulling Denny to the ground, sparking a multiple-player fracas. Gamble and Brown again had to drag Jackson from the field, literally picking him up off the ground to do so. Never one to pass up attention, Jackson began clapping and inciting the fans as he was borne away.

He wasn’t done for the night, however. Moments later he reemerged from the dugout, this time with his jersey removed, to take another crack at the Indians. Cleveland catcher Ron Hassey took up the challenge but was intercepted by security guards, who maintained order.

Both Jackson and Denny were thrown out of the game.

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Josh Beckett Will Harbor None Of Your Malice, Good Sir

In lieu of actual baseball, I’ll be posting snippets that were cut from The Baseball Codes as a way of amusing myself and, hopefully, you. Today’s theme: showboating and celebrations These old stories help show just how far baseball has come.

One of the supreme red-asses of the 2000s was Marlins/Red Sox/Dodgers pitcher Josh Beckett, who harbored no tolerance for celebration on his watch. During a spring training game in 2006, Phillies first baseman Ryan Howard was slow to leave the batter’s box on a fly ball that ended up being caught on the warning track. Beckett shouted at Howard to, in order: run, quit acting like a pussy, and sit his ass back down.

“I wanted to make a point,” Beckett explained later that day. “You look like a jackass whenever you hit the ball like that and you’re pimping it, and you’re out. I’m kind of about respecting the game, and I’m not the type of guy to not say anything.”

Howard said later that he’d simply lost sight of the ball and was trying to figure out where it was. He also said that he opted to ignore his profane antagonist. Which only made Beckett angrier.

The next inning, as Howard played the field, Beckett kept up the verbal assault from the nearby first-base dugout, then moved toward the stairs as if to engage on the field. That was all it took. Howard dropped his glove and approached the rail, arms spread wide in invitation. Beckett tried to oblige but was pulled back by teammates. (For what it’s worth, Beckett—at 6-foot-5 and 230 pounds, one of the larger men in the big leagues—found one guy he couldn’t be accused of picking on: Howard was 6-foot-4, 250.)

That was only one of the things Beckett didn’t tolerate. He once screamed at Toronto’s Shea Hillenbrand for jogging to first base on what he thought was ball four, before having to return to the box after the umpire called the pitch a strike. He also shouted at Kenny Lofton for flipping his bat following a walk, leading benches to empty.

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Stick Around, Why Don’t You, And Take Care Of Some Business?

In lieu of actual baseball, I’ll be posting snippets that were cut from The Baseball Codes as a way of amusing myself and, hopefully, you. Today’s theme: showboating and celebrations These old stories help show just how far baseball has come.

In the final game of a homestand in July 1997, Angels slugger Jim Edmonds hit a mammoth home run against Cleveland’s Charles Nagy, stood at the plate, screamed in celebration, then took his time circling the bases.

When he next batted it was the eighth inning. Indians manager Mike Hargrove had decided after the seventh that Nagy was finished, but with Edmonds leading off, sent the right-hander out to start the eighth. Nagy promptly drilled Edmonds, and the two exchanged heated words.

“It was the first sign of life the Indians had shown in two weeks,” reported the Cleveland Plain Dealer. “Hargrove orchestrated it, but how many noticed?”

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Don’t Ever Laugh At Whitlow Wyatt

In lieu of actual baseball, I’ll be posting snippets that were cut from The Baseball Codes as a way of amusing myself and, hopefully, you. Today’s theme: showboating and celebrations These old stories help show just how far baseball has come.

Marty Marion once took his time in the batter’s box, smoothing out the dirt while Whitlow Wyatt stood on the mound and waited. When Marion finally finished, the indignant Wyatt shouted in, “You ready?”

With his next pitch, Wyatt knocked Marion down. The hitter, fully expecting it, got up laughing. One pitch later, Wyatt hit him in the ribs. “Jesus Christ, Whit!” Marion yelled.

The pitcher had a ready response. “Don’t laugh when I’m on the mound,” he said.