Sunset, Sandy, and Scully
Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 4:20 am
I'm proud of my second grade report card. Infuriated then, my mom will now show it to anybody that cares to see it now.
It isn't because of stellar grades. In fact, just the opposite. On the bottom of that report card, my teacher wrote in the 'comments' section, "Danny has a lot of potential, but it is hard to teach him. He suffers from baseballitis."
While other kids have memories of birthdays, Christmas, and other such highlights of kidsdom, I recollect certain broadcasts of Giants games and keeping up with stats of all players through box scores and the big Sunday newspaper.
Although a Giants fan, it was another radio broadcast on September 9, 1965 that gave me my fondest memory. The Giants had played earlier in the day. After the sun would go down though, we could catch radio signals from farther away. At first, as the sun disappeared, the signal would be poor, but get stronger as darkness fell.
Sandy Koufax was pitching for the Dodgers against the Cubs. The Cubs were the Cubs, not a very good team. For the Cubs, Bob Hendley would be pitching. The Dodgers were not a very good hitting team, but with Koufax and Drysdale as half of their staff, they didn't need much clout.
The game unwound into the 5th inning. The Dodgers scored a run without benefit of a hit.
Both teams were still hitless.
Sixth inning, still no hits.
Seventh inning, Koufax mows down the Cubs, but in the Dodger seventh, Lou Johnson doubles.
Hendley ended up with that one hitter.
He took some satisfaction when he 4-hit the Dodgers four days later and won the game.
Koufax threw a perfect game that night.
A perfect game with 14 k's.
Even as a kid and Giants fan, I loved the way Vin Scully talked of baseball.
Scully remains, in my mind, as the only broadcaster left that exudes more of a love of the game, than his feelings for the hometown team.
I got a transcript of the ending of that game. Here are the final moments...
'There's 29,000 people in the ballpark and a million butterflies. I would think that the mound at Dodger Stadium right now is the loneliest place in the world. Sandy fussing, looks in to get his sign, 0 and 2 to Amalfitano. The strike two pitch to Joe: fast ball, swung on and missed, strike three! He is one out away from the promised land.....
Sandy backs off, mops his forehead, dries it off on his left pants leg. All the while, Kuenn just waiting. Now Sandy looks in. Into his windup and the 2-1 pitch to Kuenn: swung on and missed, strike two! It is 9:46 p.m. Two and two to Harvey Kuenn, one strike away. Sandy into his windup, here's the pitch: Swung on and missed!
A perfect game!'
Excited, I raced from my bedroom to the living room to tell my dad. Looking at the surprise on his face at seeing me, I realized that my bedtime was nearly in an hour ago and that I had been listening to the game 'on the sly'.
It didn't stop me. I told him how Koufax had pitched a perfect game and that the Dodgers only got one hit themselves, and what a wonderful game it was.
"Thats great, son. Tomorrow, no radio".
I went back to bed. Knowing both, that I had 'witnessed history' and that losing radio privelidges for tomorrow was worth it.
I still had my secret transistor radio.
[ July 30, 2010, 10:41 AM: Message edited by: DOUGHBOYS ]
It isn't because of stellar grades. In fact, just the opposite. On the bottom of that report card, my teacher wrote in the 'comments' section, "Danny has a lot of potential, but it is hard to teach him. He suffers from baseballitis."
While other kids have memories of birthdays, Christmas, and other such highlights of kidsdom, I recollect certain broadcasts of Giants games and keeping up with stats of all players through box scores and the big Sunday newspaper.
Although a Giants fan, it was another radio broadcast on September 9, 1965 that gave me my fondest memory. The Giants had played earlier in the day. After the sun would go down though, we could catch radio signals from farther away. At first, as the sun disappeared, the signal would be poor, but get stronger as darkness fell.
Sandy Koufax was pitching for the Dodgers against the Cubs. The Cubs were the Cubs, not a very good team. For the Cubs, Bob Hendley would be pitching. The Dodgers were not a very good hitting team, but with Koufax and Drysdale as half of their staff, they didn't need much clout.
The game unwound into the 5th inning. The Dodgers scored a run without benefit of a hit.
Both teams were still hitless.
Sixth inning, still no hits.
Seventh inning, Koufax mows down the Cubs, but in the Dodger seventh, Lou Johnson doubles.
Hendley ended up with that one hitter.
He took some satisfaction when he 4-hit the Dodgers four days later and won the game.
Koufax threw a perfect game that night.
A perfect game with 14 k's.
Even as a kid and Giants fan, I loved the way Vin Scully talked of baseball.
Scully remains, in my mind, as the only broadcaster left that exudes more of a love of the game, than his feelings for the hometown team.
I got a transcript of the ending of that game. Here are the final moments...
'There's 29,000 people in the ballpark and a million butterflies. I would think that the mound at Dodger Stadium right now is the loneliest place in the world. Sandy fussing, looks in to get his sign, 0 and 2 to Amalfitano. The strike two pitch to Joe: fast ball, swung on and missed, strike three! He is one out away from the promised land.....
Sandy backs off, mops his forehead, dries it off on his left pants leg. All the while, Kuenn just waiting. Now Sandy looks in. Into his windup and the 2-1 pitch to Kuenn: swung on and missed, strike two! It is 9:46 p.m. Two and two to Harvey Kuenn, one strike away. Sandy into his windup, here's the pitch: Swung on and missed!
A perfect game!'
Excited, I raced from my bedroom to the living room to tell my dad. Looking at the surprise on his face at seeing me, I realized that my bedtime was nearly in an hour ago and that I had been listening to the game 'on the sly'.
It didn't stop me. I told him how Koufax had pitched a perfect game and that the Dodgers only got one hit themselves, and what a wonderful game it was.
"Thats great, son. Tomorrow, no radio".
I went back to bed. Knowing both, that I had 'witnessed history' and that losing radio privelidges for tomorrow was worth it.
I still had my secret transistor radio.
[ July 30, 2010, 10:41 AM: Message edited by: DOUGHBOYS ]