Category: St. Louis Cardinals
Cards have a history of losing ugly!
By Anonymous
Losing isn’t supposed to be pretty, but the Cardinals always seem to find a way to lose ugly.
In 1968, The Cards blew a 3-1 lead to the Detroit Tigers in World Series with Bob Gibson pitching Game 7… ouch!
In 1985, the Cards blew a 3-1 game lead against the Kansas City Royals in the World Series, losing a one-run lead in the bottom of the ninth in Game 6, after one of the worst umpiring calls in baseball history, and then got blown out in Game 7, 11-0, with their ace John Tudor on the mound. 21-game winner Joaquin Andujar and manager Whitey Herzog both had meltdowns and were ejected from the game with Cards down 11-0, in what has to be one of the most infamous games in Cardinals history… ouch!
In 1987, after coming back to beat the scum baby Giants in Games 6 and 7 in St. Louis, the Cards blew a 5-1 lead to the Minnesota Twins in Game 6 of the WS with a 3-games-to-2 lead and their ace John Tudor on the mound… ouch!
In 1996, the Cards blew a 3-games-to-one led to the Atlanta Braves in the NLCS, and were outscored 18-1 in Games 6 and 7 at home… ouch!
In 2002, the Central Division champion Cardinals lost to the wild-card Giants in 5 Games the same year that Jack Buck and starting pitcher Darryl Kile died… ouch!
In 2004, the Cards won 105 games in the regular season, then batted .190 in the World Series and got swept by the Red Sox… ouch!
In 2012, the Cards blew a three-games-to-one lead to the Giants in the NLCS by a combined score of 20-1… ouch!
In 2013, the Cards blew a two-games-to-one lead over the Red Sox in the WS by losing Games 4 and 5 in St. Louis. Pitching phenom and NLCS MVP Michael Wacha finally ran out of gas in Game 6 and got rocked in Boston… ouch!
In 2014, the Cards gift-wrapped 3 straight wins to the Giants in Games 3, 4, and 5 in SF. After a classic Wainwright performance, a 1-run lead, and 6 outs to go, the Cards somehow managed to give the Giants 4 more runs in the 8th and 9th innings, including an epic 3-run walk-off blast in the bottom of the ninth by a mediocre hitter—at best… ouch! ouch! ouch!
Beltran’s impact on the Cardinals’ lineup
I plan on making this a pretty short blog post. Basically, I wanted to post this because I’m sick of hearing ESPN commentators and other baseball “experts” going on and on about how “replacing Albert Pujols” in the Cardinals lineup is going to be a “team effort.” Watching a game last week I recall hearing one say something to the effect of everyone in the lineup will have to step up and play better in order to replace his bat, which, of course, you can’t replace, blah blah blah…
Wow. Makes you wonder if any of these guys ever actually check statistics, doesn’t it? How about looking at last year’s offensive numbers for one Carlos Beltran, guys?
In 142 games last year for the Mets & Giants, Beltran hit .300, had 22 home runs, 84 RBIs, and had an OPS of .910. Pujols, in 147 games, hit .299, had 37 homers, 99 RBIs, and had an OPS of .906. True, Beltran’s HR and RBI totals were considerably less than Albert’s, but he did play in five fewer games and with two different teams in a year where he was coming back from injury. As long as this guy stays healthy, I can see him having another year in which he puts up similar (if not better) numbers.
Pujols, on the other hand? Well, he’s already off to a slow start, just like last year. Yes, his numbers will definitely improve over the course of the season, but let’s not forget that this guy’s numbers have been in a steady decline over the past three seasons. At the rate of his decline, one could project Albert in 2012 at hitting in the .280s, having about 30 home runs, 90 RBIs, and with an OPS of well below .900. Those are still decent offensive numbers, of course, but they’re just not as astronomical as we’re used to seeing from him, especially at his peak around 2007 or 2008, and they’re numbers that could easily be equaled by one healthy Carlos Beltran batting in a lineup with protection from guys like Berkman and Freese.
I just don’t think the Cardinals will miss Albert’s bat as much as these sportswriters think they will.
Matheny’s lineup changes in finale of series the reason the Cards lost?
One thing that really ate at me during today’s Cards/Reds game was the lineup that new Cardinals manager Mike Matheny drew up for the game. Scratched for today’s game were not only first baseman Lance Berkman, but also David Freese and Carlos Beltran. Three of the four biggest bats in the lineup were gone, and it made me feel quite a bit doubtful about the team’s chances for a series sweep, even after Jon Jay’s 2-run homer. It just didn’t make any sense to me to sit all those guys on the same day, especially Freese, who is swinging a very hot bat and leading the league in hits and runs batted in.
If you are forced to sit one of them due to an injury (Berkman was nursing a sore leg), then at least start two of the other three, if not all three. We need our biggest bats in there every game, not just two games of a three-game series. I can only assume this was done because he felt today’s day game in Cincy was a throwaway game due to the Cards picking up wins in the first two games of the series. Matheny was quoted as saying he had the long-term stability of the ballclub in mind. OK, fair enough, but again, why rest all three on the same day?
“We’re all cognizant of the point that we have a long way to go,” Matheny said. “Giving them a day [off] like this has a lot of positives. We’re not going to abuse them or ride them when they’re doing well.”
A lot of positives, of course, except for one big negative, and that is the fact that it might just cost you the game you have in front of you!
Having Freese and Beltran in the starting lineup could have provided the team with a little extra pop to maybe score a couple more runs, and could have provided starting pitcher Jaime Garcia with an extra run or two. I hope he realizes it’s a mistake to rest this many big bats on the same day and doesn’t do it anymore, lest we lose any more games needlessly simply because he was confusing positives with negatives.
Want to give these guys days off? Fine, but do it smartly. Don’t sit three of them on the same day. Sit Freese on Monday, Beltran on Tuesday, and Berkman on Wednesday. Have them all in the lineup for the big home opener on Friday, and then sit Holliday on Saturday or Sunday.
The season is still young and Matheny is still learning the tools of his trade.
The History and Culture of Corkball in St. Louis
Below is an article I wrote over the winter about corkball that was supposed to be included in a new baseball journal put out by the St. Louis Baseball Historical Society. The journal’s future is now in doubt due to conflicts between the publisher and the ad agency responsible for publishing it, so I’ve decided to go ahead and publish it here on my new baseball blog. Enjoy!
St. Louis’ love for the sport of baseball cannot be denied. By all accounts, it has been played in some form or another in our city for more than 150 years, which is precisely why the St. Louis Baseball Historical Society was founded. Baseball’s roots run very deep here, and those roots have at times sprouted to reveal different forms of the game that may not be as popular or well-known as the mother game.
One of these off-shoots of baseball is the game of corkball (or “cork ball” as it was originally written). Corkball is defined as a fast-pitch bat-and-ball (or “safe haven”) game. Bat-and-ball games are basically a much more primitive and simpler form of baseball that probably goes back centuries, or perhaps even thousands of years, as it essentially just involves hitting something small and round with a stick. It can be argued that people—children, mostly—have been hitting things with sticks for fun for a millennia. But, as we know, this practice didn’t really get recognized as a sport and become organized as such until the middle portion of the 19th century. But when it finally did become organized, it didn’t take long for it to catch on like wildfire. Nor did it take long for variations of the game to appear in certain parts of the country. Stickball, for example, became very popular on the streets of New York City, Boston, Philadelphia, and elsewhere in the Northeastern U.S. Here in St. Louis, several games that are in some ways related to baseball began to emerge. Softball, obviously, has been played here in beer leagues for decades after first getting its start in Chicago in the 1880s. And, more recently, the former kids’ game of kickball—which got its start in Cincinnati—has gotten pretty huge (the “stick” in that game being one’s leg, naturally).
When I was growing up here in St. Louis, my father (who grew up in the ’20s and ’30s in Maplewood) would tell me stories of playing “Indian ball” as a kid when they didn’t have enough players to field a full nine per side. They’d just play ball without the base running, using “ghost runners” instead of the real thing. He also described corkball and “bottle caps” to me (the latter being a variation of corkball where you simply replace the ball with a cap from a bottle), and I managed to amass a rather large collection of bottle caps for playing that—along with corkball and/or Indian ball—at family reunions back in the ’70s. I was unaware, however, of any actual “corkball clubs” in St. Louis until I started investigating the game via the Internet probably about ten years ago. That’s when my eyes really became opened to the game’s rich history in St. Louis, having found that the first of these clubs, Gateway, originated in 1929. I was floored!
Digging deeper still, I learned that the game’s history is almost as old as professional baseball in St. Louis itself! Apparently it was first played at Mueller’s, a boardinghouse and saloon located at the corner of Grand & Greer on the city’s north side where the team’s owner, Chris Von der Ahe, was the saloonkeeper. The story goes that sometime in 1890, one of the Browns’ players pulled the bung out of a keg of beer, carved it into a ball, and began pitching it to a teammate using a broomstick as a bat, while three other players played behind him and another served as catcher. It probably didn’t take long (perhaps a few busted windows, pint glasses and mirrors) before the game was relegated to cages which were erected adjacent to these establishments, of which there were many, and in just about every part of town. As the years went by, players started organizing leagues, and, with that, actual manufactured “cork ball” equipment became commercially available thanks to a number of enterprising local sporting-goods manufacturers. No one is sure exactly how many companies produced “official cork balls” as they all seemed to have been stamped, but we know some of these names include Rawlings, Wilson, Worth, Leacock, Sisler Hummel, Murson, Proline, Anchor, and, more recently, Markwort. R.H. Grady Company is credited as being the first to develop a horsehide-covered, stitched ball, which dates to 1920. And a few Major League ballplayers from the area are known to have played the game as kids, including Yogi Berra, Joe Garagiola, and Pete Reiser.
Despite its longevity and almost cult-like following in St. Louis, however, corkball hasn’t had much success spreading to other parts of the country. Oh, it’s happened, sure. There’s a club in Chicago, and I’ve also heard of outcroppings of games being played in several locations in Illinois, as well as Denver, Texas, California and in various spots in the South, including Jacksonville, Florida, where Butch Trucks and Duane Allman of the Allman Brothers Band are known to have played the game as kids. During World War II, Howard Rackley introduced the game to his fellow servicement on the deck of the aircraft carrier Bunker Hill, which did a lot to disseminate the game to other parts of the country, as many of those guys brought the game home to their hometowns. But lacking the history and cultural connections in those towns, it has struggled to survive, much less blossom and grow.
I quickly became intrigued by the game and its inherent connections in St. Louis, and decided I wanted to do a couple of things. First, I wanted to play it! It had been over 30 years since I’d held a corkball in my hand—much less attempted to hit one with a stick—but I always considered myself a fairly decent ballplayer, so utilizing some social networking sites like Twitter and Facebook, I pulled together some friends to start playing some recreational games at the abandoned corkball fields located along Arsenal in Tower Grove Park. Secondly, I thought it would be a good idea to try and pull all of the information that I had found out about the sport together under one virtual roof and create a website, and thusly, PlayCorkball.com was born. The site serves as a blog where I can share information about the sport, as well as provides plenty of information on its history, rules, where to purchase equipment, and even includes a discussion forum.
For me, recruiting enough people interested in playing the game recreationally week-in and week-out proved pretty challenging. While a lot of people may have heard of it—or are curious about it—it’s been quite a struggle to find a good core of players who are committed to keeping it active throughout the course of the spring and summer. Most of the players I was able to recruit were already participating in similar area sports, such as softball and fuzzball. Corkball’s appeal for softball players is that it equates to less wear and tear on one’s aging legs, and for fuzzball guys, who are used to swinging at the larger tennis balls, it means a bit more of a challenge. But it feels good to actually put the corkball fields at Tower Grove Park to use in their intended purpose. These fields used to be home to the Sportsman’s Corkball Club before they hightailed it to Jefferson Barracks Park in 2000, which they’ve shared with the South St. Louis Corkball Club ever since. The other two established St. Louis clubs are Lemay (established in 1947), which plays its games at the Santa Maria Knights of Columbus on Mt. Olive Road in South St. Louis County, and Gateway, which has its own clubhouse and fields on Walsh St. in the city’s Dutchtown neighborhood.
For those of you who may not be familiar with the corkball scene in St. Louis, there’s a culture surrounding the game that can be a bit hard to crack. While the established, older, and more competitive clubs often have open enrollment tryouts, it really helps if you know (or are related to) someone there first. But I believe it’s because of that closeknit culture and its (for lack of a better word) “cliquishness” that these clubs are seeing a dwindling interest in the sport, which equates to less participation. The guys who have been playing it the longest are getting older, and it’s not as easy to transfer the love of the game on to their children and their friends as it was in generations past when our youth had fewer distractions. Baseball in general has been experiencing similar issues.
When speaking with “Corkballman” Bob Young on the phone recently, I was able to get a little bit more history of corkball, especially in South St. Louis. Bob is the grandson of Don Young, who was known as “Mr. Corkball” for more than four decades and whose name adorns the tucked-away corkball playing fields at Jefferson Barracks Park. Don’s father, Bill, co-founded the Grupp (which later changed its name to South St. Louis) Corkball League in 1936. The Don Young Corkball Fields at JB Park are the nicest you’ll find anywhere, and they’re shared by both Sportsman’s and the South St. Louis Corkball Club, with the latter beginning play there in 1965. The cages of yesteryear, though, are all long gone. One of the last remaining corkball cages that I’m aware of was removed by owner James Russell from BJ’s Bar in Florissant after almost 30 years of use in 1985 and sold to the Ferguson Church of the Nazarene for $125.
I caught a tone of concern in Bob’s voice when I asked him about the future of the game. He told me that, at its inception back in the 1970s, their annual August tournament at Jefferson Barracks Park would include as many as 30 different teams. In recent years, they’ve been lucky to recruit teams from each of the “big four” St. Louis clubs. Corkball is need of a shot in the arm, a big boost that could help attract a new generation of young players forming their own teams and leagues and reverse the trend. Bob did remind me, though, that every Sunday afternoon throughout the spring and summer, they have pick-up games of corkball at Jefferson Barracks Park, and he stresses that ANYONE is welcome to come play, which is probably the easiest way for those curious about the sport to get involved.
There are quite a few culturally significant things that makes St. Louis a pretty unique city. Everyone knows about Ted Drewes Frozen Custard, St. Louis-style pizza and barbecue, toasted ravioli, gooey butter cake, and, to a lesser extent, brain sandwiches, but as unique to St. Louis as the game of corkball is, it’s largely unknown here these days, and that’s a bit sad. Especially when you consider how popular the game obviously used to be. But, that being said, it’s still got a much larger level of participation here than in any other city of the country, and for that, we should be thankful.
Jeff “Kopper” Kopp
PlayCorkball.com
Howdy. I’m Kopper, and I’m a baseball fan.
Now that we’ve got that out of the way, I plan on making this thing my St. Louis-centric baseball blog. I’ll post here whenever I feel like sharing something that’s on my mind that happens to relate in some way to baseball and related bat-and-ball games in the St. Louis area. Cool? Cool.
Now, a little bit about me. I’m 46 and live on the south side of St. Louis (Tower Grove South, to be exact). I’ve been a Cardinals fan since I was old enough to walk, most likely (although I really don’t remember when I first started taking notice). My dad was a long-time Cards fan and all us kids (six in all) were raised that way, too. I was the last of the bunch, arriving a whole dozen years after my next closes sibling. Growing up a Cards fan in the ’70s wasn’t particularly easy, but I did my best. We went to a few games a year, usually one of the giveaway days so I’d come home with a ball, a bat, a pennant, or a plastic souvenir helmet. I collected baseball cards like most other kids my age into baseball in the ’70s, and played little league, albeit not very well. I got better after finding a few neighborhood kids to play ball with in our own version of sandlot ball, which we played day-in and day-out in a thin narrow strip of common ground area between our subdivision and a wooded area with a creek (this was out in St. Peters). I wish I had a dime for every ball we lost in those woods along the creek. We also played corkball and bottle caps when I was a kid. This was mostly at family reunions when my older relatives would get together. I recall my dad (who had played quite a bit of American Legion ball in Manchester after WWII with Hank Arft who was drafted by the Browns) being particularly good at hitting the ball—any type of ball—a really long way, even well into his 50s.
Some of my favorite players growing up were Bob Gibson, Lou Brock, Bob Forsch, Al Hrabosky, Garry Templeton, Bake McBride, Reggie Smith, Keith Hernandez and Ted Simmons. Then later, in the ’80s the team hired Whitey Herzog and things got quite a bit more interesting. Ozzie Smith, Willie McGee, Tommy Herr, and Silent George Hendrick were all favorites. I was 17 years old and a junior in high school at Parkway West when the Cards won their first World Series title since ’67. At the time, I never thought I’d see the day!
So, now here I am, some 30 years later, deciding to take a stab at actually BLOGGING about my love of the game of baseball. I’ve never been much of a blogger, so I’m not sure how well this will work out, but we’ll see, I guess. I’m at least willing to give it my best shot.
That’s all for now. Thanks for reading!