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Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Classic Twins Remembers Graig Nettles, The One That Got Away

Young Mr. Nettles, circa 1968.

Graig Nettles is better known as one of the all-time best New York Yankee third basemen who was also a world class wise-ass. Don't let the "I'm-All-Business" facade fool you...there was a cackling hyena just under the surface.  He was drafted in the fourth round of the 1965 Amateur Free Agent Draft.This was the first of its kind, established to limit the high bidding that had favored the more profitable Major League teams. Frank Quilici is quoted as saying the Twins probably gave up on Nettles too early, thinking a leg injury he suffered would hinder his ever becoming a solid, everyday player. One other source, an author friend of mine, told me that owner Calvin Griffith wasn't prepared to pay Nettles the money they knew he would soon command as an everyday player - which he stated very clearly in a personal letter to Craig, with his regrets. So, they traded him to the Cleveland Indians on December 10, 1969. Yes, indeed, children. It seems for every Twins trade success (see "Cesar Tovar, for Gerry Arrigo, 1964", "Tom Brunansky for Doug Corbett and Rob Wilfong, 1982"), there has been a blunder ("Matt Garza and Jason Bartlett for Delmon Young, 2007, or allowing David Ortiz to flee after the 2001 season - please hit me with a hammer, now!!). A good chronology of Nettles' stay in the Twins system is at the Fack Youk blog (yes, you read that correctly), with some fine graphics.

(Nettles, losing shoe while reaching reaching third base,
probably in a game against the Red Sox on August 29, 1969. Syd O'Brien
takes throw. He played left field that day for that 1969 Twins team 
(team page at BBR). Photo courtesy of Minnesota Twins: 
Bob Showers, "The Twins At The Met")
THE INSIDE SCOOP:

A Twin Cities author informed me of the following: once the trade was transacted, Twins owner Calvin Griffith sent Nettles a letter, stating to the effect that: "We sure wanted to keep you Graig - but there was no way we would be able to pay you what you will deserve." An unusual gesture, with unusual candor, to say the least.



After Nettles was traded to the Indians, all he did in 1970 was lead the AL third basemen in fielding percentage (.967), and hit 26 homers.  He and Mike Schmidt were the top third basemen in their respective leagues. He became one of the signature characters in the late 1970's with the New York Yankees, aka; The Bronx Zoo. His chief roles on that club were being the smooth, lovely-to-watch fielder, hitter with pop, and chief court jester. To wit:

"When I was a kid I wanted to play baseball and join the circus. With the Yankees, I've been able to do both."


1969 Twins Spring Training

"From Cy Young to sayonara in one season."
--Graig Nettles, on Sparky Lyle going from winning the Cy Young Award to being traded a year later by the Yankees

Minor League Nettles Feature in
"The Sporting News" - Aug. 10, 1968


Hello! My name is Graig in the World Series, and I can fly!
Graig Nettles had an excellent, long career, finishing with the Montreal Expos in 1988, after brief stops in Atlanta and his birthplace of San Diego. His fine SABR biography can be found here. His Wikipedia entry is a fine how-do-you-do as well, shedding some more light on that interesting spelling of his name. I kind of like the way the old Minneapolis Star writer Dick Gordon gets right to it. An added bonus is this 1965 amateur video footage (You Tube) of Nettles' elite amateur team playing in Alaska, called the Alaska Goldpanners (see link to team feature article).This winning squad included Rick Monday, Tom Seaver, Gary Sutherland, and, of course, Herr Nettles. You can view a "Nettles Chronology" timeline of his career highlights at Baseball Library. A Nov., 2008 video at MLB.Com shows what Graig looks like today, in a Q & A session at a "Legends For Youth Dinner."

As our old friend at the mic, Herb Carneal, used to say: "...And the count rides along." - TT

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Everlasting Impressions in Gif, July 2011

Today's post is a Twins smorgasbord of gif images, one of my newest photographic fixations. Each of the scenes below easily rank among the most famous in the short history of Target Field. They were moments of incredible joy in this season of angst, poor play, and suspect front office / on-field managerial decisions.

That aside, witness Ben Revere's stumbling, bumbling, but ultimately successful jaunt to third during the Friday, July 15th game against the Royals. He would eventually score the Twins only run in that game.  We sat in perfect view of Ben rounding second from our perch in the Legends Club section. See the smiling visage of third base coach Steve Liddle as the modern day Dick Van Dyke pulls in to station. See the full video at MLB.com, with Kris Attebury's play-by-play.

Goofiness aside, this is a perfect illustration of Revere's penchant to
overslide the base; you'd swear he never heard of a popup slide.

That same weekend, in the Sunday, July 17th contest Jim Thome gave us his own take on "The Natural." His mammoth shot (career number 596) into the upper deck in right field produced this gaping reaction from Delmon Young...Jim's resolute, Bunyan-esque expression...the fans' reaction behind the Twins dugout...this is just an all-time Twins classic moment! See Dick Bremer's call at MLB.Com.

I count myself fortunate to have witnessed the above two plays in person, with old friends!
They were originally presented at Twinkietown, by Jesse Lund




Now, flash back nearly one calendar year...

One of the more humorous sights for me is the spectacle of grown, macho men whole-heartedly laying hands on one another in moments of sheer joy. It is summer, the season has moved into its middle portion, and the moon is high. Inhibitions have disappeared, and the need to punch your friend in the ass reigns unchecked. A bottle of red wine, a soft jazz cd playing in the...er, I digress...this spectacle features Carl Pavano unleashing his famous right sucker punch (pitch?) on Orlando Hudson's derriere. The You Tube video gives some idea of the hysteria, if not much visual of the errant throw from Alex Rios from rightfield that allowed O-Dawg  to score the the winning run.

No word on whether the Stash Man had recently rented the Malcolm McDowell classic, "Caligula."

 

This transpired immediately following the Twins first Target Field walk-off hit (by Delmon Young), on July 18, 2010. Denard Span (#2) appears oblivious to the mayhem, while Nick Punto's (#8) expression seems to turn from exhilaration to "NO...STOP IT!!!"

It is in the revisiting of happy, inventoried memories that feelings of depression are conquered.
As good, old Herb Carneal would say "...and the count rides along." - TT

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Shelter From The Storm: The Target Field "Snow Game" - Wednesday, April 27, 2011


Things got surreal and left-of-center
at Target Field the other night. 
To wit: naked frat guy
Some Context...A Rare Occurrence at Classic Minnesota Twins!
Wednesday was a rather big,news day in foreign affairs. An Afghan air force officer, possibly a Taliban agent, gunned down 9 Americans...Libyan and Syrian security forces continued the abhorrent murdering of their own citizens...Ominously, from the West Bank, came news that the rival Palestinian forces of Fatah and Hamas were unified, to the dismay of their mutual enemy Israel...Over in Britain, the lid was bubbling over with anticipation over the British royal wedding, in all its pomp and over-the-top circumstance...A catastrophic series of super-cell tornadoes decimated areas in 6 U.S. states, killing nearly 300 people...Meanwhile, the news of President Barack Obama's release of his long form birth certificate took a stranglehold on national media outlets, with the intention of squashing the long-standing debate over the President's country of birth. 

Good luck with all that.

The National Anthem from Wednesday night.  View gives idea of Minneapolis skyline,
and that of the main grandstand and distinctive canopy.  I filmed by left field foul pole.

And with the hurricane of events encircling us, where did 36,714 Minnesotans go to escape the turmoil? Why, to our state's favorite new sports toy, Target Field, of course! Our little jewel on the prairie is but a virtual preschooler in the pantheon of Major League Baseball parks.  What can I say? Life is to be lived.  To be enjoyed.

Game time temp was about 40 degrees.
Then the snow started in the 2nd inning.
A cold breeze of f  Lake Nokomis began
to blow. To hades with the warm chocolate!
It's a cold one for the birthday boy.
It was my buddy Al's birthday, in a matter of hours, anyway. And wouldn't ya know it...the wondrous Hand of the Baseball Gods reached down to hand us free tickets...thank you, friends, demigods! Their loss, our gain.  

Against this background of mirth and narcissism is this truth, that is no secret in Minnesota: the Twins are on  (ahem!) hard times.  And how! As this is posted, catcher Joe Mauer, second baseman Tsuyoshi Nishioka, and left fielder Delmon Young are each on the disabled list.  Rumour has it, even trainer Rick McWane has a powerful case of the yips (overthrew a container of Advil to Ron Gardenhire).

Wound-licking, groaning. Sad-ass blues music. Ohhhhhh-Nellie!

Compounding that stress is the continuing, uncertain return to form of first baseman Justin Morneau (concussion), and star reliever Joe Nathan (Tommy John elbow ligament surgery). Their slapstick, error-prone replacements, and under performing veterans (COUGH!-Alexi Casilla) are currently transforming the once-proud Minnesota Twins into the laughing stocks of baseball...this is just a natural fact, provable by the scientific method if you will. Sure as the cock crowed three times for Pistol Pete in Jerusalem, the boys in home pinstripes layed one, horrific, rotten egg for us to inhale.  An 8-2 loss. And the count rides along...

That crap notwithstanding, I'll trot out an old saying, modified for the occasion: a bad day at the ballpark is still better than a good day at work.  Target Field, no matter what your attitude towards sports commercialism and stadium politics, is one HELL of a good place to be, even for a bad baseball game!

Please don't pull an Elvis and fire upon your computer monitor.
It's only 'Lexi. I consider this video rather pretty, and not only for that clock.


Behold, one of the Twins few bright spots!

I have reason to hope for this team.  Yes, the players' problems with base running, pitching, hitting, throwing, fielding, relaying coaching signals from third, spitting sunflower seeds without emitting saliva about the chops, properly scratching their privates, cussing out bad umpires competently - purt'n near every thing that can be done on, in,  or around a baseball field - are disconcerting, agonizing.  But they are not problems without solutions. The Twins are not a team that is completely, utterly broken. The advent of the sun's warmth, green grass, budding flowers and chirping birds will also (hopefully) coincide with rejuvenated pitching arms, quicker bats, and ballplayers returned to health.
Watch for guy in Santa outfit on monitor, while PA pipes in Christmas music.
All-in-all, owing to the snowy climes, the apocalyptic drubbing of the Twins,
we felt a historical vibe upon leaving the ballpark, as if we'd
escaped Normandy's Omaha Beach together.  I exaggerate not.
 
Those things failing, there's always the June amateur player draft, games on the radio, summer barbecues long, reflective walks around the area lakes, and hoping for next season . 

Plus, the magic of the Classic Minnesota Twins blog for you to read.  You can count on that!
As good, ol" Herb Carneal would say: "And the count rides along..." TT

Tony Oliva, the kid from Cuba

Don't mess with the gods.