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A Smattering of Intelligence: Managers, Mitts, and Cactus Jack
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Now that Bob Melvin has been fired as the skipper of the
Diamondbacks, the speculation can begin as to which team will be the next to
fire its field manager. The Cleveland Indians could be that team; with a record
of 13-22, the Indians have the worst record in the American League. That may
not bode well for the future of Eric Wedge, who has been on the hot seat ever
since the Indians started last season
so poorly.
Many observers have pointed to the Indians as first-class
underachievers, one of baseball's biggest disappointments. Just two months ago,
the Indians were the fashionable pick to win the American League Central, a
balanced division ripe for the taking. Personally, I think that prediction was
a bit of a stretch, considering the departure of CC Sabathia, the regression of
Fausto Carmona, and the unsettled state of Cleveland's outfield beyond superstar
Grady Sizemore. Still, there's no question that the Indians have underachieved. They shouldn't be
buried so many games below .500, just a couple of ticks ahead of the Washington
Nationals, the most dreadful team in either league. There's just no excuse for
such a poor standing.
The Indians will probably give Wedge at least two to three
more weeks before making any kind of a change. If they do, they have two highly
logical candidates in place within their organization. First up is Joel
Skinner, currently their third base coach and now in his ninth year on the
staff. Skinner also has prior managerial experience. He served as the Indians'
interim skipper in 2002. Prior to that, Skinner managed for several years in
the Tribe's farm system, developing a reputation for winning and developing
young talent. A former catcher, Skinner is very bright and familiar with the
organization from top to bottom. The other top candidate is Torey Lovullo,
currently the manager of the Columbus Clippers, who just so happen to be the
Indians' Triple-A affiliate. Lovullo's minor league managerial record is
spotless. He has won two International League titles, the highlight of a resume
that features a winning record every season he's managed.
If none of those candidates are to your liking, then how
about this blast from the past? Mike Hargrove, who left the Mariners in
mid-season two years ago, is also available. He's scheduled to manager a summer
league team of college prospects, but that contract could be broken in favor of
a return to the Midwest…
There's an old axiom in baseball that says, "Every game you
watch, you'll see something different, something you've never seen before."
That's an exaggeration, of course, but baseball is such an unpredictable game
of diverse outcomes that we often do come away seeing something new and without
precedent. That happened to me on Tuesday night, as I watched the game between
the Mets and Braves. In the top of the 10th inning, Mets utilityman
Alex Cora, who's normally a middle infielder, took over at first base. (Cora
had played the position just once before, back in 2005 with the Red Sox.) After
warming up with a standard issue first baseman's mitt, Cora decided he wasn't
comfortable with it, ran to the dugout, and replaced it with a regular infielder's
glove. As Mets broadcaster Gary Cohen commented that he had never seen that
before, I thought the same thing. I've never
seen a first baseman play the position without a first baseman's mitt, just
like I've never seen a catcher go behind the plate without a standard catcher's
mitt. It's something that probably happened during baseball's early history,
before gloves and mitts became so advanced and specialized. It might have even
happened sometime since World War II, but I just can't recall it. Perhaps
someone out there has seen a first
baseman play without a mitt. If so, feel free to let us know…
Earlier this week, former big league right-hander Jack Billingham
visited the Hall of Fame here in Cooperstown.
As Billingham explained to a friend of mine, Hall senior researcher Bill
Francis, he and his wife Jolene, along with his sister and brother-in-law, have
been touring the country in RVs. Along the way, they've visited some of Jack's
old stomping grounds, including Cincinnati (where he pitched most of his career
with the Reds) and Detroit (where he pitched for three seasons late in his
This was not Billingham's first visit to Cooperstown.
Forty years ago, he came to town as part of a contingent with the Astros to
play in the annual Hall of Fame Game. He also has an indirect connection to the
Hall of Fame. Billingham is a distant cousin of Christy Mathewson, part of the
inaugural Hall of Fame Class in 1939.
"Cactus Jack," as he's sometimes called, remains one of the
most underrated members of Cincinnati's
"Big Red Machine." Too often Billingham is remembered for giving up Hank
Aaron's record-tying 714th home run, and that's just not fair. While
the Reds' offensive stars, like Pete Rose, Joe Morgan, Johnny Bench and Tony
Perez, garnered most of the publicity, Billingham turned in workmanlike
performances for a reliable rotation that also included Gary Nolan, Don
Gullett, and Fredie Norman. Durable and consistent, Billingham used a
sinkerball to post consecutive 19-win seasons in 1973 and '74, before winning a
total of 27 games during the two world championship seasons of 1975 and
'76. He raised his level of pitching in
World Series play, allowing only one earned run in just over 25 innings, and
still holds the record for lowest ERA in World Series history.
Yes, Cactus Jack was pretty good.
Postseason Notebook–The Rockies as the New Reds
Where does one begin in handing out bouquets to the National League champion Rockies? Incredibly, the Rockies have become the first team since the 1976 Cincinnati Reds to win their first seven games of the postseason. Given that those Reds featured the Hall of Fame likes of Johnny Bench, Tony Perez and Joe Morgan and would-be Hall of Famer Pete Rose and won the LCS and the World Series with those seven games, the Rockies have taken their place next to some of baseball's immortals.
The Rockies have played well in all facets in winning 21 of their last 22, but two areas have stood out in my eyes: their remarkable ability to hit with runners in scoring position their sensational defensive play. The third and fourth games of the series exemplified Colorado's clutch hitting, as the Rockies twice mounted game-winning rallies with two outs. Defensively, the Rockies have shown almost no weakness, whether it comes to surehandedness, range, and athleticism. Other than Matt Holliday, who is a bit clunky in left field, the Rockies have no below-average defenders who play regularly. They also have several terrific fielders, including the rangy and power-armed Troy Tulowitzki, the fleet Willy Taveras (who is reminding me more and more of Garry Maddox), and the ever-reliable Todd Helton at first base.
As well as the Rockies played in sweeping the National League Championship Series, that's how badly–and stupidly–the Diamondbacks performed throughout the four games. The D-Backs committed a host of baserunning errors, from Miguel Montero making the final out of Game One at second base to Justin Upton's forearm shiver of Kaz Matsui to Chris Young being picked off at the start of Game Four. Then there was Stephen Drew stepping off the base when he wasn't sure if he had been called out and Eric "Captain America" Byrnes foolishly diving into first base, the latter bringing a fitting end to a series filled with mental mistakes and an inability to hit in the clutch. Putting aside Game One, the D-Backs lost the final three games by a total of six runs, giving Arizona fans plenty of "what-if" ammunition for the long winter ahead. If the D-backs had hit just a little bit better with runners in scoring position or run the bases appreciably better, then this series would be moving on to Game Five.
Fortunately for the Diamondbacks, they are a young team loaded with talented players and have every right to expect to contend in the NL West for the foreseeable future. If Drew, Young, and Upton fulfill even 75 per cent of their perceived potential, they will be playing in plenty of All-Star games over the next decade. Conor Jackson, Mark Reynolds, and the injured Carlos Quentin (remember him) also have chances to be very good players, giving the D-Backs a terrific core of everyday players. Then it's just a matter of finding two young starters to supplement Brandon Webb in the rotation and adding one more bigtime arm to a bullpen that already features closer Jose Valverde and the Other Tony Pena. That could spell some long-term trouble for the Dodgers, Giants, and even the Rockies in what remains a balanced NL West.
Old school baseball lifer. I can't think of four better words to describe longtime Phillies coach John Vukovich, who died on Thursday from the effects of a brain tumor.
As someone who has attended spring training about a dozen times, I had several opportunities to approach Vukovich and try to interview him. I never did. Why? With that grizzled face, hardcore mustache, and perpetual scowl, I was just too damn intimidated. Vukovich simply didn't look approachable. I figured some other interview target would be easier, more accommodating. That was my mistake, my loss.
If I had done my own informal background check, I would have found out the real story with Vukovich. Unfortunately, I'm only realizing this now, after reading some of the tributes that have been written to him after his death. Although gruff on the exterior, Vukovich actually liked to talk to fans before games, both in spring training and during the regular season. He willingly signed autographs for fans, no matter their age or appearance. As tough as he appeared to be, he could be just as funny and kind, though he didn't always show it. And he loved baseball so much that he worked in the game for 41 of his 59 years, including five as a minor league ballplayer, ten as a major league, and roughly 25 as a coach. Anybody who loved baseball that much would rank as OK with me. That's someone I would have wanted to talk to.
There are a few other attributes of Vuk, as he was affectionately called, that I've come to admire. He took pride in wearing the uniform, believed that there was a proper way to wear it, and a proper way to behave while in it. He believed in playing hard and smart. Some would call all of that being old-fashioned; I would call it being proud and professional in the life work that you have chosen. If Vukovich saw a player doing something inappropriate, or making some kind of fundamental mistake, he didn't run and complain about it to another coach or the manager. He told the player directly, usually with a scowl and a raised voice, that he had done something wrong. I'm sure that many of the players didn't enjoy being on the receiving end of one of his stern lectures, but most of them must have appreciated being told face-to-face rather than behind-the-back.
For someone who didn't have much physical talent, Vuk made the most of his career in baseball. A right-handed hitter with little power or speed, he batted .161 over the span of ten seasons with the Phillies, Brewers, and Reds. In fact, of any player eligible for election to the Hall of Fame, Vukovich had the lowest batting average in major league history. Just how did he manage to last for ten seasons? Well, he compensated for his lack of hitting by becoming a terrific defensive third basemen. As well as he played the hot corner, he willingly played anywhere the manager asked him, from third base to shortstop to first base to second base. He did what he was told, usually without question or complaint. He became a good guy to be around, and sometimes that became the tiebreaker between himself and another player who might have had a little more talent, but not the best attitude.
Vukovich lasted long enough in baseball to carve out a nice niche in baseball history. Let's consider a few of his accomplishments. It's not a typical list for a lifetime .161 hitter.
*In 1971, Vukovich played third base in Rick Wise's no-hitter, the same game in which Wise clubbed two home runs. While Wise grabbed most of the glory, Vukovich made several standout plays at third base to preserve the no-hitter. Vuk also recorded the final out of the game, snaring a pop-up and then returning the ball to a grateful Wise.
*Vukovich started the 1975 season as the Opening Day third baseman for the Reds, who were about to win their first of two consecutive World Championships. Vukovich lasted only a few weeks as the starting third baseman; he struggled to hit, so much so that Sparky Anderson once pinch-hit for him during his first at-bat of the game. Anderson eventually benched Vukovich, and moved Pete Rose from the outfield to third base to make room for George Foster in left field. That switch would prove to be the clincher for the Big Red Machine. Still, Vukovich remained a subtle part of the team, filling a role as a jack-of-all trades, play-me-anywhere utility infielder, until the Reds traded him in mid-August. After the season, Vuk would receive a nice reward in the form of a World Series ring.
*One championship would not suffice. Vukovich moved on to the Phillies, where he became a backup on Dallas Green's 1980 World Championship team. Buying into Green's no-nonsense approach, Vukovich helped carry the torch as part of a productive Phillies bench that included Keith Moreland, Lonnie Smith, and Del Unser. This time, he stuck around long enough to be a part of the World Series roster. Not bad, two World Series rings for the .161 hitter.
*After his playing days, Vukovich remained in baseball as a coach. When Green became the head of the Cubs' front office in 1982, he brought Vukovich to Chicago as one of his on-field lieutenants. By 1987, Green thought so much of Vukovich that he gave Vukovich the Cubs' managerial job on an interim basis before offering him the position permanently. With the press release announcing Vukovich as manager already written, fate suddenly intervened. Green fought with team ownership and lost his job, thereby denying Vukovich of what would have been his first fulltime managerial gig. Vukovich could have remained a coach in Chicago, but he remained loyal to Green, and tendered his resignation.
*Having lost out on the Cubs' managerial job through no fault of his own, Vukovich returned to Philadelphia the following season. He became a fulltime member of the community–and an institution at Veterans Stadium. Vuk emerged as a staple on the Phillies coaching staff, Philadelphia's counterpart to longtime Yankee coaches like "Dick" Howser and Elston Howard. Remaining with the club as a coach through the 2004 season, Vukovich became the longest tenured coach in franchise history. Loyal to a fault, he worked for six different Phillies managers in 17 seasons. Along the way, he received another brief term at managing–another one of those interim gigs, this time for nine games–but more importantly established a reputation as a reliable third base coach and as one of the best bench coaches in either league.
*Vukovich could be colorful, too. He liked to play practical jokes and had a well-known temper. He once verbally accosted the Baltimore Bird mascot who had dared to dance on the Phillies dugout. Vuk tracked him down in his dressing room. That was classic Vukovich.
Given all that Vuk accomplished himself, I could just kick myself for not having had more courage to walk up to him and ask him a few questions. I would have been interested to hear some of his stories.
As with a lot of people in baseball today, that's my loss.
The Winter Meetings Long Ago
This past week, major league general managers gathered in Dallas for the annual winter meetings, which produced 20 trades and 15 free agent signings. All in all, it was a fairly active session, but like most winter meetings, it paled in comparison to what happened during the winter meetings of 1971. For a few days that winter, baseball's general managers turned the sport upside-down.
Shortly after the game's 24 general managers landed in Phoenix, Arizona, during the final days of November in 1971, a flood of news conferences and announcements poured through hotel suites and lobbies. On November 29, no fewer than six teams involved themselves in a series of blockbuster trades, all involving prominent players with well-established reputations. In a swap of star pitchers and staff aces, the San Francisco Giants sent Gaylord Perry and touted shortstop Frank Duffy to the Cleveland Indians for Sam McDowell, one of the era's hardest throwing pitchers. In another exchange, the Chicago Cubs dealt left-hander Ken Holtzman, the owner of two career no-hitters, to the Oakland A's for outfielder Rick Monday, the first player taken in baseball's initial amateur draft of 1965. Still, as big a ripple as both deals caused, they paled in comparison with the day's biggest trade: the Cincinnati Reds' swap of power-hitting first baseman Lee May and infielders Tommy Helms and Jimmy Stewart to the Houston Astros for second baseman Joe Morgan and four other players (infielder Denis Menke, outfielders Ed Armbrister and Cesar Geronimo, and pitcher Jack Billingham). The grand totals for the day? Six teams, three trades, 13 players, a half-dozen household names…Wow.
Still, there was more news to come, news that would dwarf the activity of November 29. Three days later, on December 2, major league teams engineered eight trades, involving a total of 30 players. The slate of activity included a three-player deal between Kansas City and Houston, in which the Royals acquired promising first baseman John Mayberry from the Astros for two young pitchers, Jim York and Lance Clemons. In the biggest deal of the day, the Baltimore Orioles sent star outfielder Frank Robinson (and hard-throwing reliever Pete Richert) to the Los Angeles Dodgers in a six-player swap that brought young right-hander Doyle Alexander and three minor leaguers to Baltimore. After acquiring Robinson, the Dodgers sent slugging first baseman Richie Allen–one of the era's greatest and most controversial talents–to the Chicago White Sox for standout left-hander Tommy John and an obscure utility infielder named Steve Huntz.
By the time the winter meetings ended on December 3, major league teams had combined to make 15 trades, while swapping an unprecedented 53 players. The burst of off-season activity served two purposes. The series of blockbuster deals generated headlines in newspapers and sports weeklies, keeping baseball's hot stove churning during the NFL's post-season push. More significantly, the trades created a series of aftershocks that would affect the game's landscape–both individually and from a team standpoint–for years to come.
At the time, the swap of the 33-year-old Gaylord Perry for the 29-year-old Sam McDowell seemed promising for the Giants. After all, they were acquiring the younger pitcher and the harder thrower, not to mention the guy who happened to be left-handed in the deal. Yet, the Giants didn't realize the extent of McDowell's drinking problems, and how they would derail his career, making him an ex-Giant by 1973 and a shell of a pitcher before his 30th birthday. In the meantime, Perry went on win a league-best 24 games for the Indians in 1972 and 21 more games in 1974, when he captured the American League's Cy Young Award. Unfortunately, the Indians didn't finish any higher than fourth in the AL East, but they couldn't reasonably blame the future Hall of Famer for their poor place in the standings.
Another major American League award would be won by one of the other superstars involved in the winter tradefest of 1971. For much of his career, Richie Allen had sparred with managers, first in Philadelphia and then in Los Angeles. Thanks to the trade that sent him to the White Sox, Allen would find his ideal manager in the Windy City. "The way I see it," White Sox skipper Chuck Tanner told longtime Chicago sportswriter Jerome Holtzman, "he ought to help us win at least 20 games with his bat." An exaggeration to be sure, but not by as much as some skeptics would have thought. Motivated by the always-encouraging Tanner, Allen led all AL batters in slugging percentage, RBIs and walks in 1972, while carrying the Sox to within a five-and-a-half-game finish of the far more talented Oakland A's. It was arguably Allen's best season ever–and would earn him the league's MVP Award.
By the winter of 1971, the Kansas City Royals had played three full seasons as an American League expansion team. Although they were hardly ready for contention in the AL West, the addition of the 22-year-old John Mayberry gave their offense a foundation from which to build. By the time the Royals became a sanctioned playoff team (i.e. 1976), Mayberry had developed into a legitimate cleanup hitter. With Mayberry, George Brett, Hal McRae, and Amos Otis forming the nucleus of the Royal offense, Kansas City won back-to-back division titles in '76 and '77.
Other trades played even larger roles in affecting outcomes across the major leagues. Few would benefit as much as the game's budding dynasty, the one taking root in Oakland. The addition of Ken Holtzman, who had clashed with an unyielding Leo Durocher in Chicago, gave the A's a third top-drawer starter after Jim "Catfish" Hunter and Vida Blue. Given the chronically injured throwing arms of Chuck Dobson and John "Blue Moon" Odom, the A's needed another reliable starter even more badly. With Holtzman in tow and their pitching staff a notch deeper, the A's became a more formidable foe in the post-season. From 1972 to 1974, Holtzman won four of five World Series decisions while posting an ERA of 2.55. During that same span, the stylish left-hander pitched even more effectively in the American League Championship Series, forging a miniscule ERA of 1.55, with two wins in three decisions. Without Holtzman's clutch post-season pitching, not to mention his nearly 20 wins per season from 1972 to 1974, the A's might not have been fortunate enough to garner three consecutive World Championships.
In contrast, no trade had more of a negative impact on any one team than the Orioles' decision to trade Frank Robinson, their best all-round player and most forceful presence in the clubhouse, where he ruled Baltimore's famed "Kangaroo Court." Although an aging player at 36, Robinson's departure accelerated the Orioles' fall from grace. The touted Merv Rettenmund–a .318 hitter as a kind of super utility outfielder in 1971–proved inadequate as Robinson's replacement in right field, while fellow outfielders Paul Blair and Don Buford slipped badly, causing the defending American League champions to fall to third place in 1972. The Orioles bounced back to win the AL East the next two seasons, but lost both of their Championship Series matchups to the eventual World Champion A's. Although Robinson's presence certainly wouldn't have guaranteed a victory over the A's, the Orioles probably would have preferred him over Doyle Alexander, who was ineffective in his one post-season start against Oakland. As for Rettenmund, he also continued to struggle, prompting his trade to the Reds in the winter of '73.
Although the Orioles clearly missed F. Robby's presence, he actually proved a disappointment in Los Angeles. Clashing with venerable skipper Walter Alston, Robinson lasted only one injury-plagued season at Chavez Ravine before being dispatched to the California Angels, where he revived himself in 1973. As for the '72 Dodgers, they did finish a respectable third in the National League West, but that still left them a full 10 and a half games off the pace of the Reds.
Ah the Reds. No team enjoyed a greater benefit from the ripples of activity at the 1971 winter meetings than the budding "Big Red Machine," which renovated its infield at three of four positions with one fell swoop. In dispatching with Lee May as part of the trade with the Astros, the Reds cleared out first base for Tony Perez, who had been playing a less-than-ideal third base. The quality of their infield took another step upward with the addition of Joe Morgan, a very good but not yet hallmark player during his days in Houston, who replaced the more limited Tommy Helms at second base. Most importantly, the theft of Morgan provided The Machine with the missing link to its offense, which lacked speed, left-handed hitting, and Morgan's ability to reach base. When asked about "Little Joe's" .256 batting average, manager Sparky Anderson dismissed the number and revealed himself as an ahead-of-his-time baseball thinker. "Here's a guy who gets on base an awful lot of times," Anderson told Cincinnati sportswriter Earl Lawson. "His on-base ratio is unbelievable, like last year–149 hits and 88 walks." And Morgan would get better. Enjoying a career breakthrough in 1972, Morgan led the National League with 115 walks and a .419 on-base percentage and batted a career-high .292, helping the Reds win the pennant and come within one game of the World Championship. Three years later, the future Hall of Famer spearheaded the Reds to their first World Series victory of the Anderson era, batting a career-high .327 and leading the league with a .471 on-base percentage on the way to winning the NL's MVP Award. Morgan repeated as league MVP the following season, compiling a league-best .576 slugging percentage, as the Reds easily defended their title.
Thanks to a swap meet that saw over 50 players change uniforms, baseball throughout the 1970s underwent a drastic and undeniable facelift. Within a span of five winter days in 1971, major league general managers had made a series of decisions that would affect the following fortunes: the crowning of one Cy Young and three Most Valuable Player awards, the beginnings of a Royal foundation, the derailing of Baltimore's American League championship run, the pitching puzzle of Oakland's "Swingin' A's," and the clockwork of the Big Red Machine. Now those were some winter meetings to remember.
The 1975 World Series–Game Six
It may have been the greatest game in baseball history. And it happened thirty years ago. It is remembered, quite simply, as Game Six.
Joe Mooney's ground crew restored Fenway's Park's dirt and grass to playadaily ble condition, allowing Game Six to begin amidst surprisingly warm 64-degree temperatures. After retiring the first two batters he faced, Nolan surrendered back-to-back singles to Carl Yastrzemski and Carlton Fisk, followed by a three-run homer to the previously slumping Fred Lynn. With that home run, Nolan tied one of the most undesirable of World Series records. Lynn's blast was the eighth that Nolan had allowed in World Series play, drawing him even with Hall of Famers Don Drysdale and Whitey Ford. Of course, no one wanted to tell Nolan that Drysdale had allowed that many over the span of five World Series and that Ford had done so in 11 visits to the Fall Classic. Nolan, in stark contrast, was pitching in only his third World Series. Nolan narrowly avoided allowing a ninth career home run when Rico Petrocelli lofted a deep drive that seemed earmarked for territory beyond "The Wall" in left, only to fall into the waiting glove of Cincinnati's center fielder.
In contrast to Nolan's pratfalls, Tiant successfully battled his cold–although he disputed reports that his back bothered him–and kept the Reds scoreless over the first four innings before showing signs of weakness in the fifth. Tiant found fortune in retiring his first batter, Cesar Geronimo, who lined directly at Dwight Evans in right field. Sparky Anderson now called on Ed Armbrister–oh no, not him again!–to bat in the pitcher's spot. The pesky Armbrister waited out a walk and then moved up to third on Pete Rose's single to center field. With the tying run now at the plate, Ken Griffey stroked an opposite-field drive that chased Fred Lynn toward the outer regions of left-center field, right near the 379-foot sign. Lynn leapt up and into The Wall, but his courageous attempt fell short. As the ball bounded back toward the field of play, Armbrister and Rose scored, Griffey steamed into third, and Lynn collapsed in a heap at the base of the wall. He lay there motionless for several moments, drawing the attention of Carl Yastrzemski, who scurried over to check on his fallen teammate. "I hit the corner of the wall and fell," Lynn told Joe Giulotti of the Boston Herald American. "The base of my spine struck a pipe which extends a few feet out of the ground and I had no feeling above my waist." His legs paralyzed, Lynn felt frightened. "I always heard that if you suffer spinal injury [you should] remain still. That's why I didn't move. It was several seconds, but it seemed like minutes before I got feeling back in my legs."
After the momentary scare, Yastrzemski and the rest of the Red Sox realized that Lynn was all right–at least physically. The disappointment that came with failing to make a spectacularly important catch had left Lynn drained emotionally, but relatively uninjured–an amazing result given the awkward way he had collided with the wall. Lynn would remain in the game in spite of a sore and stiff back that would require several bags of ice in the post-game clubhouse.
Once Lynn returned to his station in center field, Tiant had to face the middle of the "Big Red Machine" order–Joe Morgan and Johnny Bench. When Morgan lifted a harmless pop-up to Rico Petrocelli at third base, Tiant appeared to have recovered, only to falter again when Bench lined one of his pitches off the ever-present left field wall. The unusual single–unusual for any park other than Fenway, that is–scored Griffey with the game-tying run. Tiant finally ended the rally when he struck out Tony Perez, the home run hero of Game Five.
Tiant ran into more trouble in the sixth, before escaping a precarious two-out, two-runner jam. Just as in Game Four, Tiant was pitching nowhere near his level of peak efficiency. His breaking pitches lacked movement, and his fastball, one of his saving graces in the fourth game, seemed to have departed him. Even Tiant's repertoire of pace-changing wind-ups did little to confuse the Reds' batters. With his pitch count now climbing at an alarming rate, Tiant started the seventh by allowing back-to-back singles to Ken Griffey and Joe Morgan. Darrell Johnson stubbornly maintained the status quo, opting not to replace Tiant's dragging right arm with a fresher one. The next batter, Johnny Bench, followed with another hard-hit ball, but it landed squarely in the glove of Carl Yastrzemski in left field. Tiant now faced Tony Perez, whom he had struck out to end the fifth inning. This time, Perez made contact, but only managed a fly-out to Dwight Evans in right field. Griffey moved up from second to third on the medium-depth fly ball, while Morgan held his ground at first. A tiring Tiant was just one out away from ending the threat. In spite of warm-up activity in the bullpen, Johnson once again decided to stick with his ace. Perhaps viewing the outcome of the inning with overly optimistic eyes, Johnson felt that Tiant could handle the formidable right-handed bat of George Foster. Having expounded so much energy in the fifth and sixth innings, Tiant couldn't put Foster away. Foster propelled a line drive to the deepest part of Fenway's outfield expanse. The ball crashed off the center field wall before caroming back onto the outfield grass. By the time Fred Lynn retrieved the pinball shot that had dented the wall, both Griffey and Morgan had scored. The two-out, two-run double by Foster had given the Reds a 5-3 lead.
The Reds tacked another run onto their lead in the eighth, when Cesar Geronimo hooked a Tiant pitch down the right field line, just inside Fenway's oddly situated foul pole. The home run, the shortest possible at the misshapen ballpark, put the Red Sox' deficit at three runs, finally convincing Darrell Johnson to make a change. Tiant, who had claimed both of Boston's victories and was attempting to become the first pitcher since Mickey Lolich in 1968 to win three games in a Series, would not have a chance at a third. Johnson called on left-hander Roger Moret to replace Tiant and face the bottom rung of the Reds' order, which was currently represented by relief pitcher Pedro Borbon. Moret induced a ground out from Borbon, and then did the same with Pete Rose to end the inning. With a comfortable lead of three runs, the Reds had placed themselves within six outs of the world championship. Sparky Anderson hoped that Borbon could acquire three of the outs in the eighth and that Rawly Eastwick could do the same in the ninth.
Speaking of Eastwick, he quickly became the topic of conversation in the Fenway Park press box. A group of writers who had been entrusted with the duty of conducting a vote for Series MVP elected to cast their ballots on the spot. The writers decided that Eastwick, who had won two games and saved a third game, deserved the MVP–and the new car that went along with it. In the meantime, the rest of those in attendance at Fenway set their sights on Borbon and Fred Lynn, the first batter to face him in the bottom of the eighth. Lynn banged a line drive that clipped the Cincinnati right-hander in the leg. Borbon could not recover the ball in time, allowing Lynn to reach on an infield single. Borbon then walked Rico Petrocelli, putting runners on first and second and bringing the tying run to the plate. With the power-hitting Dwight Evans scheduled to bat, Anderson strode to the mound and called for Eastwick, who had just been voted MVP in a ballot that had not yet been publicly announced. Eastwick and Evans had met before, most recently in Game Three, when "Dewey" clubbed a game-tying two-run home run in the ninth inning.
This time around, Eastwick gained the upper hand. Using his trademark moving fastball, he struck out Evans. Next up came Rick Burleson, who lined to George Foster at left. The Red Sox' rally, which seemed so promising only moments ago, appeared to be flickering. With Roger Moret scheduled to bat, Darrell Johnson decided to call on one of his pinch-hitters. Preferring one with power, Johnson instructed reserve outfielder Bernie Carbo to pick up a bat. Although Carbo had previously annoyed his manager by questioning his decision not to start him in the World Series, Johnson knew this was no time to institute a grudge. Carbo offered him his best chance of coming through in the pinch, just as he had done with a home run in Game Three. As a veteran of the 1970 World Series with the Reds, Carbo was familiar with the experience of playing in the game's ultimate pressure situations. He was also familiar with Eastwick's repertoire: rising fastballs, an occasional breaking pitch, and more fastballs. When Eastwick was at his best, his riding fastball bordered on the unhittable. Eastwick and Carbo tangled evenly for the first four pitches, working themselves to a count of 2-and-2. Rather than attempt to put Carbo away with a fastball, Eastwick threw a devious forkball, which moved down and away from the batter's box. Carbo swung weakly–the "swing of a little leaguer," as described by coach Johnny Pesky, or "the worst swing I ever saw," in the words of an observant Carlton Fisk, — but somehow managed to tip the ball with a fractional segment of his bat. The count remained 2-and-2, and Carbo remained breathing. "I only wanted to keep the inning alive," Carbo told Jim Regan of the Springfield Daily News after the game. "I was thinking, 'Don't make the final out.' Billy Williams of the A's says the worst thing you can do is make the last out of a game or the last out to end a rally."
Carbo wanted nothing to do with the latter possibility. With his next pitch, Eastwick decided to throw Carbo his best pitch–a riding fastball–which he left over the middle of the plate. It was a pitch that Eastwick wanted to ride in on Carbo's hands, but one that stayed out over the plate, a "terrible pitch" in Eastwick's words. Using a level and compact swing, Carbo merely wanted to make contact. "I was telling myself not to strike out," Carbo told Joe Durso of The New York Times. "With four days off because of the rain, I was just trying to put the ball in play someplace." That someplace was in the direction of straightaway center field. The line drive carried, and to Carbo's surprise, carried some more. From the grass in the Fenway outfield, Cesar Geronimo stared at the ball as it cleared the center field wall. Three-run homer. Tie game. And so much for the selection of a Series MVP. Carbo clapped his hands furiously as he rounded the bases. Several times, he interrupted his home run trot with periodic leaps in the air. By the time he reached home plate, Red Sox players had already emptied the dugout and encircled the area near Reds catcher Johnny Bench and home plate umpire Satch Davidson. Carbo, who had just tied Chuck Essegian's record of two pinch-hit homers in one Series, stepped on home plate before melting into the friendly mass of grateful teammates. "It's funny," Carbo told The New York Times afterward, "but my first hit in the big leagues was a home run for the Reds, and two years later my first hit in a World Series was a home run for the Reds. And now this, against the Reds."
One of the players who scored ahead of Carbo was Boston's longtime infielder, Rico Petrocelli. "I was on first base. I came around; I was right in the middle of the pile," recalls Petrocelli. "That was so exciting. You get the chills. I remember getting the chills when that ball was hit; it looked like it had a chance. You had to wait, and then all of a sudden, it goes in the center field bleachers. I think my hair was standing on end when we rounded the bases." Petrocelli also remembers a dazed reaction on the part of Carbo, who was known for his rather offbeat states of mind. "Of course, Bernie at that time, he was kind of spacey," says Petrocelli, "and he didn't even know where he was; he was so excited."
Not wanting to lose the clutch bat of Boston's new hero, while strategically pushing the pitcher's spot one slot further back in the batting order, Darrell Johnson decided to keep Carbo in the game when the Reds came to bat in the ninth. He placed Carbo in left field, where he was greeted with a standing ovation from an appreciative Fenway. Johnson moved Carl Yastrzemski to first base and removed the slumping Cecil Cooper, who was just 1-for-18 in the Series, from the top of the lineup. The new alignment left the Red Sox a bit weakened defensively, but it hardly mattered in the top of the ninth. Dick Drago, the new Red Sox' pitcher, retired the Reds in order on two pop-ups and a ground out. Only one run–scored any which way–separated the Red Sox from a victory that would even the Series at three games apiece. And for the first time in the World Series, the Sox felt confident that they could break through against the previously impenetrable Rawly Eastwick. Denny Doyle, with hits in every game of the Series, led off the bottom of the ninth. The mercurial Doyle didn't get a hit this time, but managed to work out a walk against the faltering Eastwick. With Yastrzemski batting next, Darrell Johnson now faced an important decision. Should he let Yaz hit away, or ask him to bunt, something he rarely did? Third base coach Don Zimmer gave Yaz a clear sign: forget about squaring to bunt, swing the bat. Yastrzemski did just that, lining an Eastwick pitch into right field. Running hard all the way, Denny Doyle rounded second and headed for third. With no one out, the Red Sox had put the potential game-winning run on third base with no one out.
Having seen enough of Eastwick, Sparky Anderson called on Will McEnaney and instructed him to intentionally walk Carlton Fisk, loading the bases. McEnaney, a flaky left-hander featuring a devastating curve ball that hampered most southpaw batters, now faced rookie sensation Fred Lynn. Swinging defensively, Lynn lofted a short fly down the left field line. George Foster, who was shaded toward the line, tracked the ball down in very shallow left field, at what seemed like only a handful of yards beyond the third base bag. As Foster made the catch on the 200-foot fly ball, third base coach Don Zimmer shouted his instructions to Doyle. Wisely choosing to hold Doyle, Zimmer yelled, "You can't go. No, no, no!" Unfortunately for the Red Sox and the their fans, the message did not get through. Listening to Zimmer against the backdrop of a gasping crowd, Doyle thought his coach had said, "Go, go, go!" Noticing Doyle's surprising break from third, Foster fired home. Johnny Bench, at first blocking the plate with his powerful legs, picked the ball up on one long, comfortable hop and applied a swipe tag to Doyle. Out No. 2! A mix-up in communications, caused in part by a raucous World Series atmosphere, had resulted in the most unlikely of double plays. For the mistake-prone Red Sox, it was a nasty case of déjà vu. Earlier in the Series, the Red Sox had short-circuited a rally under eerily similar circumstances. In the first inning of Game One, Dwight Evans believed he had heard Zimmer shout "Go!" when the coach had actually yelled "No!" on an infield hit by Fred Lynn. Evans rounded third and ran for home, only to be cut down by Dave Concepcion's accurate throw to the plate.
A Red Sox' win, which had seemed like a foregone conclusion only seconds ago, now figured to be more problematic. Although Yastrzemski had alertly moved up to third on Foster's throw to the plate, he could no longer score on an out, since there were now two men down. A base hit, or a Cincinnati error of some kind, would have to occur in order to end the game in Boston's favor. Rico Petrocelli, hitless in the game though productive in the Series, stepped in against McEnaney, who remained in the game. Petrocelli hit a medium-speed grounder toward third base. Pete Rose picked the ball up off the infield dirt, which remained surprisingly firm in spite of three days of rainstorms, and threw to Tony Perez at first. The Red Sox' rally, which had appeared destined to end the game, was over.
It was on to the 10th inning. And then the 11th inning. When Pete Rose stepped to the plate to lead off the inning for the Reds, he decided to say something to Carlton Fisk, who was about to crouch behind the plate. "This is some kind of game, isn't it?" Rose said in wonderment to his opponent, who couldn't believe the words he was hearing. "Pete Rose said that to me," a shocked Fisk informed Sports Illustrated afterwards. It was not the kind of thing that a player, certainly not a competitive one like Rose, usually said to another player on the opposing team. Yet, this was not a game of usual circumstances.
A few moments later, Rose reached first when he was hit by a pitch, but was soon forced out when Fisk deftly fielded an attempted sacrifice bunt and pinpointed a strong throw to second. It was an especially nifty play by Fisk, given the pain and soreness he had combated throughout an injury-plagued season. But the Red Sox still had to deal with the middle of the Cincinnati order. With the fleet-footed Ken Griffey now on first, Joe Morgan launched a high fly ball toward the deepest regions of right field. At first sight, the ball appeared to have home run distance, causing Griffey to make a hard run toward second. Dwight Evans, employing a series of long, graceful strides, gave chase to Morgan's blast. The ball not only had the necessary footage to elude Evans and score Griffey, but it had seemed to have enough length to reach the wall, maybe even exceed it. Then, without warning, Evans stabbed the air with his glove hand. Amazingly, the ball stuck in his glove–a remarkable catch. Evans wasn't done. Although his momentum pushed him into the fence and brushed him up against the fans (who graciously moved back to accommodate him), Evans stopped himself quickly, re-gained his balance, and unfurled a strong but inaccurate throw wide of first base. Carl Yastrzemski flagged the ball down and relayed to Rick Burleson at second base, doubling Griffey off the bases and erasing what might have been the go-ahead run.
Although many observers had concluded that Morgan's drive was destined for extra bases, Evans felt otherwise. "I knew I had a chance. The ball was hit fairly low," Evans told the Springfield Daily News. "I stuck up my glove and the next thing I know I was wheeling and throwing the ball in the location of first." Evans' play didn't just save one run; it prevented two runs from scoring. "It would have been a homer because the fence is only three feet high there."
Bill Plummer, a backup catcher for the Reds who was watching the play from the bullpen, confirmed Evans' diagnosis. Plummer said that the ball would have landed two or three rows into the outfield seats. Evans' play drew the ultimate level of respect from opposing manager Sparky Anderson. "You will never see any better [catch] than that one," Sparky told Gerry Finn of the Springfield Union. "At least, I don't think I will." Keep in mind that Anderson had also witnessed Joe Rudi's outfield robbery against his Reds in the '72 Series.
The next inning, Cincinnati tried to mount another rally against Boston's suddenly stubborn and stingy combination of defense and pitching. The Reds put two more runners on base, but veteran Rick Wise, a one-time ace now nearing the end of a long career, retired Dave Concepcion on a fly-out and Cesar Geronimo on strikes.
The sixth game of the World Series, seemingly as long as the string of rainouts that had preceded it, moved to the bottom of the 12th inning. By now, Sparky Anderson had used up three of his regular starting pitchers and four of his best relievers, leaving him with an obscure rookie right-hander named Pat Darcy on the mound. As Cincinnati's eighth pitcher of the night, Darcy represented a piece of baseball history. No team had ever used as many hurlers in a World Series game. More pertinently, Darcy had retired all six of the Red Sox' batters he had faced in the 10th and 11th innings. In reality, Darcy represented Anderson's last viable pitching option of the night. Anderson had only two other pitchers on his entire staff who had not seen action during the marathon. One was Don Gullett, who was scheduled to start Game Seven, and the other was Clay Kirby, the only man on the staff who had yet to make an appearance in the World Series. Even though Darcy was about to embark on his third inning of work, Sparky simply couldn't use Gullett, and he didn't want to use Kirby. So Darcy it was.
The 25-year-old right-hander now prepared to face Carlton Fisk, the first batter for the Red Sox in the 12th inning. Darcy and Fisk had faced each other one time before in the Series, with Fisk drawing a walk in Game Three. Darcy didn't want to walk Fisk this time, not with Fisk being the leadoff man in extra innings of a tie game, not with him representing the potential game-winning run. Darcy wanted to maintain an aggressive approach. Go after Fisk, get him out, and then pitch more carefully to the left-handed hitting Fred Lynn, waiting in the on-deck circle. In the meantime, Carlton Fisk had a contrasting thought on his mind. "It's funny you know, that recollection–some of it is really fuzzy," says Fisk. "We're standing on the on-deck circle. As the warm-up pitches conclude, "I say, 'Fred, I'm gonna hit one off the wall. Drive me in.' He looks at me with that little smirky smile, [as if to say] 'Oh, that sounds good to me.' It was just one of those feelings that you just know–you just had a feeling that something good was going to happen that inning."
Darcy missed with his first pitch, a fastball that sailed too high. Darcy now faced even more pressure to put his next pitch within the strike zone. With the clock now reading 33 minutes past the midnight hour, Darcy delivered his second pitch. He threw a sinking fastball, one that ran down and in on Fisk. A pretty good pitch–to most hitters, at least. But not to Fisk, in this at-bat, in this ballpark. "I don't think about it every day," Fisk says of what followed, a hooking, high-arching drive that seemed to float as it traversed the left field line, before nesting in the screen attached to the foul pole, having met the minimum requirements of a home run at Fenway Park. "It's not something that I forget; it's just something that I don't think about every day. It happened so early in my career–the third or fourth year of my career, and I played 20 years after that–that it almost seems like it happened to a different player. Like I'm looking at someone else doing that dance, or hitting that ball and having it hit the screen." Fisk's dance, which consisted of an act of overt body English, fully replete with sets of jumping and waving, was uncharacteristic of a player who usually reacted to success with a more reserved demeanor. "That was the only time [I did something like that], in probably the only game that I've ever played that has ever meant that much. It happened to be a situation that was totally spontaneous. I don't remember doing things like that. Not that I played the game unemotionally. I always thought it was the player's right to be somewhat animated for doing well. Pitchers do it when they strike out hitters. Infielders do it, outfielders do it, when they make great plays. Hitters do it, and sometimes take it to an extreme, which offends a lot of people. But [you should] do it in a respectful way–I think everybody ought to be happy about doing well." A star player, often a stoic, now showing his human side. "A lot of people who viewed that game realized we're all people and we run the full gamut of emotions, maybe even more intensely than the fans."
Once Fisk ceased his repeated motions of body English, he turned his attention to the most basic of home run rituals. "I made sure I touched every one of those sweet white bases," Fisk told Maury Allen of the New York Post. "The fans jumped on the field, but I would score even if I had to stiff-arm them." For Fisk, the home run represented the culmination of one of the most memorable games in the history of professional baseball. "There was a certain alignment of the stars that evening," Fisk says. "I always think that game sort of defined both our teams in a lot of different ways." Two terrific teams playing the game at its highest level of professional competition.
An incredible game had exhausted its participants, including the managers. "The way I hurt all over," Sparky Anderson told United Press International, "it was probably as good a ballgame as I've ever seen."


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Rachel Alexandra steals Derby horses' thunder
LOUISVILLE, Ky. - It took eight days in Kentucky to finally see a workout that would blow my socks off, a la Street Sense or Barbaro, in the weeks leading up to this year's Kentucky Derby. That work came Monday at Churchill Downs, but it was not turned in by a prospective Derby starter but by Rachel Alexandra, who will be the odds-on favorite to capture the 2009 Kentucky Oaks.
Churchill Downs
Sunny, track fast, 71 degrees
Everybody knew Monday would be the wildest morning yet heading into Saturday's big event, with nine potential Derby contenders and a couple of Oaks candidates all scheduled to work following the renovation break. But nobody expected the tragedy that unfolded in the heat of all that action. Two horses collided on the track, forcing several Derby workers as well as Rachel Alexandra to delay their breezes approximately 25 minutes. One of the horses broke a hip and was euthanized, and the other sustained a shoulder injury.
Six Derby hopefuls - Pioneerof the Nile, Friesan Fire, Chocolate Candy, Win Willy, Join in the Dance, and Flying Private - were fortunate to have completed their appointed rounds before the track closed due to the accident. All six worked almost simultaneously during a hectic three- to four-minute span immediately after the track reopened for business at 8:30 a.m. following the renovation break.
The racetrack seemed a bit on the dull side during the early training session, but appeared to have sped up noticeably after being harrowed and watered during the renovation break. A moderate headwind through the stretch likely affected the final eighth and quarter-mile splits of any horse who worked after the break.
Work of the day
Rachel Alexandra (four furlongs in 46.43): Although this is a Kentucky Derby workout report, there is little doubt who turned in the best work of the morning, or week for that matter. In fact, Rachel Alexandra's final Oaks prep was one of the most eye-catching Derby Week drills witnessed here in recent memory.
Rachel Alexandra was seconds away from commencing her work when the horn began blaring, warning riders of the collision that had just taken place near the finish line. Jockey Calvin Borel immediately aborted the drill and brought the filly back to the barn.
Rachel Alexandra returned to the track some 25 minutes later and finally broke off at the half-mile pole, just in front of possible Derby starter Advice. With Borel sitting like a statue, Rachel Alexandra went her opening quarter-mile in 22.64, and despite turning into a headwind, came home in 23.79 without even the slightest hint of urging. She then continued at a similar pace around the turn and into the backstretch, galloping out five furlongs in 58.40 and double galloping out six furlongs in 1:10.78 before finally pulling up seven-eighths in an incredible 1:24.65. The move was reminiscent of, if not even better than, Street Sense's final Derby prep, right down to the presence of Borel in the saddle.
Rachel Alexandra has been a joy to watch training here all week, and off this work would have been my pick had she taken on the boys in the Derby. However, she is not nominated to the Triple Crown.
Pioneerof the Nile (five furlongs in 1:00.87): Far from the fastest work of the day, but impressive nonetheless. Pioneerof the Nile went along at a fairly even pace, posting fractions of 12.65, 23.56, 36.08, and 48.78 while kept well within himself by exercise rider Joe Steiner. The Santa Anita Derby winner continued willingly around the turn and into the backstretch while under just slight pressure from the wire to the seven-eighths pole, much in the same manner he galloped out when working here for the first time last week. Pioneerof the Nile's move was certainly not as flashy as the filly's, but was enough to further foster the opinion that the long-striding colt is handling the track well and maintaining peak form.
Chocolate Candy (five furlongs in 59.24): The work of the day among the prospective Derby starters who trained this morning. Chocolate Candy showed an enormous improvement over his first local trial, during which he labored badly during the latter stages of a one-mile work over a wet track six days earlier.
With jockey Mike Smith aboard, Chocolate Candy broke off at a comfortable pace Monday but really began to pick up speed around the turn, completing his opening three furlongs in 34.96. But unlike last week, instead of getting leg-weary through the stretch and around the turn, Chocolate Candy continued on strong and steady into the headwind without need of urging from Smith, ultimately galloping out six furlongs in a sharp 1:13.03.
Must admit I didn't see this one coming. Chocolate Candy has a high leg action more suitable to turf or synthetic surfaces, and he hadn't shown any signs coming out of his previous work, during subsequent morning gallops, that would make one expect this type of a forward move. He certainly earned a new measure of respect off today's showing.
Friesan Fire (five furlongs in 57.86): It was Hard Spun revisited this morning for Friesan Fire and trainer Larry Jones. Just like the 2007 Derby runner-up in his final pre-Derby workout, Friesan Fire zipped around at a breakneck pace after being catapulted away by Jones on his stable pony approaching the five-furlong pole. He blew by the quarter pole after an opening three-eighth-mile split of 33.19 and completed a half-mile in 45.04 before getting predictably leg-weary, despite getting shaken up several times by jockey Gabriel Saez through the final three-sixteenths of a mile. Friesan Fire shut down rather abruptly beyond the wire, barely galloping out at all around the turn to the seven-furlong marker.
|Barbara D. Livingston
|Flying Private (left), ridden by Robby Albarado, works in company with stablemate Luv Gov.
Not sure what to make of this one. Friesan Fire's one-mile work at Keeneland eight days earlier was very encouraging, and the same workout strategy proved successful for Hard Spun two years ago. But Hard Spun turned out to be a very special colt, and it remains to be seen whether Friesan Fire will become another Hard Spun.
Flying Private (four furlongs in 47.40, according to track clockers): Broke off two lengths behind stablemate Luv Gov and finished three to four lengths in front.
Changed leads a trifle late and lugged in a bit nearing the eighth pole, but did complete his final furlong in 11.59, albeit under some pressure from jockey Robby Albarado.
Win Willy (five furlongs in 1:02.40, according to track clockers): Liked the fact that he did not get as hot as he has in recent mornings, but would have preferred to have seen a little better finish than a 24.60 final quarter-mile considering he was under pressure nearly the entire length of the stretch. Galloped out six furlongs in an uninspiring 1:15.60.
Join in the Dance (five furlongs in 1:00.20, according to track clockers): Only got to see the final eighth-mile of this one, during which he appeared to be moving well under little urging from retired Hall of Fame jockey Angel Cordero Jr.
Advice (four furlongs in 47.15): Like Rachel Alexandra, Advice had to abort his work and wait nearly a half-hour due to the collision. He has displayed a high energy level in recent mornings and once again was very keen, skipping along at a sharp pace about 10 to 12 lengths behind the filly and continuing with interest under very little pressure to the wire and around the turn. Advice galloped out five-eighths in 59.97 before pulling up six furlongs in 1:13.78, flashing a higher turn of speed than expected from a horse who rallied from dead last to win the Lexington just nine days earlier.
Mine That Bird (five furlongs in 1:02.06): Began at a leisurely pace, covering his opening three-eighths in 37.48 under Borel, and finished willingly enough under some encouragement despite jumping up and flipping back to his left lead inside the sixteenth pole. Galloped out six furlongs in 1:15.30.
Take the Points (five furlongs in 1:00.06): Now 21st on the graded earnings list, he is poised to break into the Derby lineup with one more defection. Take the Points has shown definite improvement since returning to dirt and adding blinkers. He worked in company with stablemate Shramsburg, pulling away from his mate at the wire while completing his final quarter-mile in 24.24 and galloping out five furlongs in 1:13.73.
Kentucky Oaks
Flying Spur (four furlongs in 48.54): She's no Rachel Alexandra, but Flying Spur made a nice appearance, cruising along at an even pace without urging before being put to some encouragement to gallop out five-eighths in 1:02.12.
All times clocked by Daily Racing Form unless otherwise noted.
ADVICE - Worked four furlongs in 47.15 seconds
CHOCOLATE CANDY - Worked five furlongs in 59.24
DESERT PARTY - Jogged one mile
DUNKIRK - Galloped 1 1/4 miles at Palm Meadows Training Center
FLYING PRIVATE - Worked four furlongs in 47.40
FRIESAN FIRE - Worked five furlongs in 57.86
GENERAL QUARTERS - Galloped 1 1/2 miles
HOLD ME BACK - Galloped one mile
JOIN IN THE DANCE - Worked four furlongs in 1:00.40
I WANT REVENGE - Jogged one mile, galloped one mile
MINE THAT BIRD - Worked five furlongs in 1:02.06
MR. HOT STUFF - Flew from California to Kentucky
MUSKET MAN - Galloped 1 1/2 miles
PAPA CLEM - Walked the shed row
PIONEEROF THE NILE - Worked five furlongs in 1:00.87
REGAL RANSOM - Jogged one mile
SQUARE EDDIE - Walked the shed row
SUMMER BIRD - Galloped 1 1/2 miles
TAKE THE POINTS - Worked five furlongs in 1:00.06
WEST SIDE BERNIE - Galloped 1 3/8 miles
WIN WILLY - Worked five furlongs in 1:02.40

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So… I have news!
In 2015 my days of being woken at 4 am are set to return! *gulps
But no need to start sending baby grows as this time around my broken nights will be down to me and not a human I've created! Not as far as I know anyway!
No, this time it's because (in best X-Factor booming announcer voice) I'm going to be co-presenting Heart Breakfast!
*sings a random jingle **realises "it sounds baaaaad" ***stops
Yup, 6 till 10 every Monday to Friday I'll be on-air, oversharing (surely not?) and generally elaborating on my world.
I'm a huge fan of Heart and I've covered Heart Breakfast over the last few years, so when they asked if they could tempt me to do something longer term, I figured it could be fun. And with both kids now school, I've been slowly getting back into work so their question couldn't have been better timed.
The best bit of all? I get to work with the gorgeous Stuart Miles, my old buddy from my BP days and just a generally lovely human being. Slightly dangerous, given the stories we know on each other (!) but he'll be fun to wake up with. In the platonic sense of course!
We co-hosted together a bit in the summer and it totally felt as if no time had passed and I was reminded of an amazing quote:
True friendship isn't about being inseparable
It's when being separated that nothing changes
Nothing has changed! Like all great friendships, we just picked up where we left off. And yes, I'll have to curb my "here's a microphone" Instagram and Twitter habit – I realise that! I'm really looking forward to starting and I know the two of us, along with our super talented and lovely producer Jon, will make a fun team. The challenge will be remembering we're on-air and there are actually people listening! The familiarity may prove a dangerous, albeit very entertaining, listen –
possibly probably at my expense!
So there you have it! I've had to keep the secret since the Autumn when talks started and we had a top-secret photo shoot just before Christmas at the gorgeous Holborn Studios, which gave us a chance for a wander along a Christmassy Oxford Street afterwards and share some bubbles to celebrate the future …. rude not to! I start in February!
I still have a couple of weeks of getting up at a normal time and THAT'S why I snuck a New Year holiday in this week – incase you noticed on Twitter! It was the calm before the storm.
Exciting times ahead! So glad I can finally talk about it!
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A Portion of all Butterfly Jewelry purchased from my shop will be donated towards Ethical Butterfly Farming Programs.
Butterflies & Insects used in my pieces have been sustainably raised and bred on insect farms globally and play an important role in Conservation programs. Many governments and conservation programs (WWF & Nature Canada) teach sustainable practices of raising insects for economic purposes for livelihood rather than jobs that destroy rainforests such as slash and burn agricultural farming and logging. It is important to support such conservation programs that teach these sustainable economic alternatives.
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Time To Clear Things Up
If you clicked on this page, you probably have one, or both, of two questions:
- What is this "Valiant Comics" thing?
- What is a podcast?
Buckle your seatbelt, and prepare for answers.
So, What Are Valiant Comics?
Valiant Comics was a comic book publisher in the early to mid 90's. Valiant started out by relaunching two old Gold Key characters:
- Magnus, Robot Fighter, and
- Solar, Man of the Atom
Gold Key was a publisher in the 60's, 70's, and a little bit in the 80's.
The Valiant relaunches of these titles updated the characters and settings of these titles and made them pretty darn awesome. Some of the best Valiant stories ever told are the first four issues of Magnus, Robot Fighter, called "Steel Nation", and the "zero" issue of Solar, Man of the Atom, published in parts in Solar #1 through #10, called "Alpha & Omega".
Valiant soon after published brand new titles, including:
- Harbinger
- X-O Manowar
- Rai
- Shadowman
- Archer & Armstrong
- Eternal Warrior
- H.A.R.D.Corps
- Turok
- Second Life of Doctor Mirage
- Ninjak
- Psi-Lords
- Geomancer, and
- Timewalker
To put it succinctly, Valiant comics ruled. The first couple years of Valiant comics, up through the epic "Unity" storyline, were some of the best stories to be told in comic books in the 80's and 90's.
Our podcast is a celebration of the characters and story lines that Valiant published in the 90's.
If you want to catch up on the history of Valiant, listen to Podcast Episode 2, and Episode 3, which recap the history of Valiant Comics.
So, What Is A Podcast?
There are a few ways to describe podcasts:
- Podcasts are internet radio
- Podcasts are MP3 files
- Podcasts are audio programs that you can automatically download
In the most basic terms, a podcast is a show that is released as an MP3 file on the internet.
MP3 files can be listened to with iPods, iPhones, a portable media player like the Zune, or directly on your computer.
What makes Podcasts so awesome is that you can make your computer AUTOMATICALLY download the latest podcast episode by subscribing to the latest podcast episode.
Most people use iTunes to subscribe, but Zune and Juice and also popular.
If you have never heard of any of these, Only The Valiant recommends iTunes to automatically download the podcast.
The way all of these programs work (iTunes, Zune, Juice, etc) is that whenever you start that program on your computer, it automatically checks to see if we have put out a new podcast episode. In fact, it will check to see if there is a new episode of EVERY podcast you have subscribed to. If there is a new episode, it downloads it to your computer. When you plug in your iPod, iPhone, Zune, or whatever portable media device you use, it automatically downloads it to that.
For me, that means that I can listen to the new episode of my favorite podcasts on my way to work when I plug my iPod into my computer, because my computer automatically downloads the new episodes and transfers them to my iPod..
Pretty cool, huh? All those geeks that design the internet made some pretty cool stuff.
Uh, um… us comic geeks are way better than them, right? right?
If you don't want to deal with all of this "automatic download" stuff, and you just want to listen, you can click on the player that is a part of this website to listen to any episode. Please note that if you go to another web page, it will stop that episode from playing, so you have to leave your internet browser open if you want to listen that way.
You can also download the MP3 file directly to your computer and listen to it like any other MP3 file. To do this, just right click on the file name, and choose "save as" or "save file as" (depending on if you use Internet Explorer or Firefox), and save the file wherever you want on your computer. You can then listen to it using Media Player, Winamp, or any other program that plays MP3s.
Anyway, I hope this gives you a good idea of what podcasts are and how they work. You can use the information on this page to download a single episode, or subscribe to the show, so that you never miss an episode.


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Title: Insatiable
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/The Master
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17
Table: Buffet 1, fc_smorgasbord
Prompt: 99, Need
Warnings: non-con
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the Tenth Doctor or the Master. Please do not sue.
***You want him. You need him.
You need to take him. To control him. To own him.
You need to hear the words from his lips. "I belong to you." But you know he'll never say them. He's too proud, too stubborn. He'll never admit that he was born to be yours. That you were meant to dominate him.
You need to hear him plead for mercy, beg not to be hurt. You need to watch him struggle against bonds, see the helplessness in eyes as he realizes that his freedom rests in your hands. You need to see his fear.
You need so much from him, so much that he's too proud to give you. But you'll force it from him, just as you've always done. You'll enjoy seeing the resignation in his eyes, hearing the whispered words of defeat come from those perfect lips.
You need to break him.
You need to make him your lover. Your submissive. Your slave.
You need to feel him squirm under you, to feel his muscles tighten in protest when you touch him. You need to feel him flinch away from that touch, to see his repugnance written on his beautiful face. You need to know that he doesn't want this.
You need to thrust into him, hard and deep, to feel his body fight against your entrance. You need to press inside him again and again, to revel in the tight heat of his body. You need to see him wince with each thrust, each stab into his body.
You need to force yourself into his unwilling body, to exert your control over him, to make him accept what you intend to do to him. You need to hold his legs apart, to leave bruises on his thighs, to enjoy his helplessness.
You need to wound him, to hurt him, to make blood trickle down his thighs and screams come from his lips. You need that control, that power, that dominance. You need for him to be completely subservient to you, to bend his will to your hand.
You need to break down his resistance, to feel his pain melt into pleasure.
You need to feel his arousal, the need of his own that he can't hold back.
You need to watch every fleeting expression on those features, to see the moment when his struggling stops and turns into acquiescence. You need to hear him moan, not in pain, but in pleasure. You need to hear him beg for more.
You need to be above him, looking down on those exquisite features and wondering how you could have gone so long without being inside him. You need to move your hands over his body, memorizing every curve, every valley, every fiber of his being.
You need to take him from behind, thrusting into him as hard as you can, hearing him whimper in protest. You need to feel his body tightening, trying to struggle but giving in to the inevitable. You need to take him like an animal.
You need to pour words into his ear, to tell him that this is what he's always been meant for. You need to remind him that he's your slave, your puppet, that you were made to be his master and that he has no choice but to submit.
You need to reduce him to nothing more than a naked, gasping receptacle.
You need to make him accept you, to feel his body moving in rhythm with yours. You need to pour yourself into him, to clutch at his hair, his skin, to pull his body against yours so tightly that you would melt into him if that was possible.
You need the Doctor. And you need to make him need you.
He never will. And your need grows inside you, gnaws deeper and deeper into the blackness of your soul until it's a huge gaping hole that you fall screaming into, knowing that you'll never be able to claw your way out from that chasm of need.
Your need for the Doctor is insatiable. It will never end, never change, never fade.
You'll find a way to assuage that need. Whatever you have to do. Whatever it takes. As long as he's in this body, the body that you can't resist, the body that haunts your dreams, you'll do whatever you must to make him yours.
You need him. And you'll have him. No matter what price you both may have to pay in the end.


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Welcome to SPARK Day 16!
I have three favorites questions to ask. And, today, we're going to deal with two of them.
What do you want more of in your life?
What do you want less of in your life?
Eh, you are thinking. "As far as questions go, they are interesting, but, really, they are your favorites? How is that?"
Because these two questions can totally illuminate how your life is and isn't working for you right now. And then help to get you on the right track. That's a game changer.
Early last year, I went to see my college roommate and one of my BFFS get promoted to a LTC in the US Army. I have known her and her family since I was 13. Her family of origin is- bar none- the funniest group of people I know. I adore them. Needless to say, she has married an equally hysterical guy and her kids have tremendous funny bones. The trip came just after some sad and tough news in my world and after an incredibly busy time for me professionally. I was exhausted physically and emotionally and then I proceeded to laugh my tail off for every waking hour of my whirlwind Washington DC trip. I mean holding my sides, tears in my eyes, yelling, STOP IT! STOP IT! I CANNOT BREATHE! funny. It felt so good to laugh like that. The laughter clinked around inside of me, breaking down some of the walls I had been building against pain and fear.
The next week, I had a meeting with a dear friend and she asked how the weekend was. It was supposed to be great, of course, as I was watching one of my dearest friends receive a really prestigious honor and that part was indeed INCREDIBLE but it was surprising, too, because what I hadn't expected– all of that laughter– had been like a balm. Showing me that even in serious times, not everything has to be taken SO seriously. I need more laughter in my life, I told my friend. Even though I know there is crap going on. And so I made note of that "more" that I wanted and ratcheted up my own funny and appreciated the funny around me even more.
What do you want less of in your life was another critical question I asked myself at some point last year. And feeling daunted by the time Wednesday came was one of those things. And so I thought about what would help life feel in control come Wednesday and the answer was one that I had certainly considered before but not one that I had prioritized- because I really like to be as accommodating as possible- and that was preserving every single Monday to sit down at my desk and get the business of the week started. While I always had a preference for spending my 3 working hours (while Happy is at preschool) at my desk, getting the week's most important tasks done then so that a solid foundation has been established, if someone wanted my Monday morning time, I gave it to them. Preference very rarely become reality. But if I was honest with myself– which a question like what do you want more or less of in your life pretty much demands of you– giving away that time gave away more than just time. It gave away a feeling of clarity and awareness and grace. In fact, I was giving away my work time so often that I met, met, met while Happy was at preschool and then worked, worked, worked into the night. And so I stopped scheduling voluntary things on Mondays. I didn't even offer Mondays as an option when someone wanted to get together. And when they suggested a Monday, I just said that I couldn't do that day, could we look at some other options. And no one (at least to my face) has said, "she's so inaccessible and difficult"– and let's remember it's not my business what anyone thinks of me anyway– andy every meeting has been had and it has all been just fine. More than that, though, I feel happier, more focused, clear, and linear each week. And my computer comes to bed with me A LOT less often.
So, today, I want you to sit yourself down and make two lists.
What do you want more of in your life?
What do you want less of in your life?
And then I want you to figure out how to move towards a life where your more or less are prioritized because, when you do that, you move towards a life that more completely nourishes you.


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STORY OF ´MAKING OFˇ: This is Stephan, currently editing his film. I just asked him to disturb him for a short while for a taking our selfie. But we had not been satisfied with our pictures so we took lot of them. On the end of the day Stephan claimed that taking our selfie took a more time then cutting one shot. I am not sure about that but satisfied with a result. It is nice picture of us, is not it?
How to (not) make a selfie:
(Complex of professionals)
Usually it is very easy thing. You only grab your mobile (most of people take a pictures of their mobile phone), looking at the screen of that quickly checking your outfit and expression on your face, then just smile or make the expression what you would like to have there and push the right ´button´ on your camera. That´ it and than you can download that immediately in a real time on your social site and share with other people where you are and what are you doing.
This is usual. But there are some pitfalls when you are an professional in photography or filming. Then you can feel – it is not enough. Of course. Do you know – it could be better (and better and better)… It was problem of me and Stephan. Instead just take a quick selfie by camera on mobile, we decided it is not the right way so we started to complicate that….
- We decided to use DSLR camera (but cos we usually use it for taking pictures of others not us, we have forged where the timer for selfie is – so cos we cannot manage it, we started to record a video – this video – with intent to create the pictures from this video in editing program in post production)
- The dark of darkness: o.k. – now the recording of video was running. But in that case we couldnot use the flash. And we needed that – cos some part of our faces plunges to darkness and created strange shadows. So Stephan run for a light on camera. Then it was gracious.
- Tripod – oh, of course! I forgot – cos we didn´t use just mobile holding in our hands, we needed a tripod for our camera. Stephan brought one from studio he is working (hope still working after our theatre with selfies).
- Then we couldnot decide how we will be sitting – we wanted be in the take with the screen of editing program – cos should be a ´promo selfie´ for Stephan´s film project. And then suddenly we two – ideally watching the screen and at the same time to show our faces full into the camera (o.k. it was not possible….)
- And the last one: At the moment when we were prepared for a final shot, Stephan marked – my earthphones are ´hitting the upper part of the frame´. So we had to zoom shot a bit.
My result:
Be honest – I think for our social sites should be the almost same result for taking selfie with mobile but the truth is the quality of this picture is a bit better. But the truth is we are probably a bit snobbish in that. I don´t know which way is better. But I know one thing – if you have a time and you would like a great quality picture, then take a time and start to thinking and arrange a better selfie. But if you are short in time – just prefer the documentation purpose of the picture rater then just ´don´t take a picture if couldnot be perfect´. Cos be honest… our picture looks like a ´not so much arranged picture as on the end of the day was´;-)


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The other day I wrote an educational article about meditation, memory and the young developing mind, which got me thinking about meditation in general. I totally admit to not buying into the whole "pondering" thing, but have never tried meditating myself. I just don't really have the time to sit in a quiet corner to chant and ring a bell for a couple of hours.
Yes, as you can see, I'm totally uneducated.
I love yoga, have spent my wad on acupuncture (when trying to get pregnant), and eat pretty healthy. But, the whole chanting-breathing thing just doesn't bring to mind relaxation, memory building, or weight-loss assistance. It makes me think of feeling silly and time that could have been spent baking cake.
I do love cake.
So, imagine my surprise when I found some pretty positive research linking meditation with building healthy memory. I don't know about you, but the idea of not remembering things scares the bejesus out of me. I have a hard enough time getting through the grocery store without a list. I would hate to miss out on memories of my child growing up later in life.
I totally can't remember half of the 90's (ugh).
One study I stumbled across suggested that spending 12 minutes daily practicing Kirtan Kriya meditation aided in promoting healthy brain function and building memory development. 12 minutes daily. Maybe it's time I got over my silliness and spent some time meditating.
I think I can do that, right?
After picking a meditation spot (I put a pillow in the bathroom – yes, the bathroom. It's quiet and I can shut – and lock – the door), getting all comfy-cozy, and setting a nice chiming timer for 12 minutes, I started following the directions for the meditation pose. Yup, I felt pretty foolish at first, but then, I started getting into it. I tried chanting out loud, silently, and then quietly. And, before I knew it, I was feeling pretty good.
In fact, really darn good! Then the chimer chimed, and I set off on my day.
I'm already looking forward to meditating tomorrow…
*And, yes, that is me meditating (I took the pic while finishing my morning chant). My husband thinks I look like I should be in a Sudafed commercial.


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A timber frame "speaks" to the owners. With stick framed houses you often hear noises as the house settles, particularly at night as the air cools off.
In a timber frame, the timbers will sound off, often as the seasons change, and you are either heating (drying out the air) or cooling (adding moisture to the air).
While I've heard tales of pops that sound like a shotgun going off, our house seems to speak softly in the night. These sounds aren't loud and disruptive or scary, just a gentle mention that this timber frame is built with wood, a natural product that breathes even after it is cut from the earth. Since timbers are left in much their natural state (well, squared off and joined, but not cut down to sticks), I like to think of these sounds as the sounds of the forest…brought to live indoors and domesticated.
So expect your home to speak and to when it does, smile and remember that you've connected with nature in a most wonderful way.


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2 Antique Seguin Light Lighthouse Postcards.
These postcards show different views of the Seguin Light, Seguin Island; at the Mouth of the Kennebec River in Maine. It is listed on the National Register of Historic Places.
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87217 – Horizontal card; Published in Germany by G.W. Morris, Portland, Maine; postmarked 1909.
4672 – Vertical card; by The Hugh C. Leighton Co., Manufacturers, Portland, Me., U.S.A.; Printed in Frankfort Main, Germany; not postmarked.
Condition: minor edge and corner wear and scuffs, including minor corner peel in a couple spots; no tears.
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Finally checked out the Reus Audio system at Teslive
Finally checked out the Reus Audio system at Teslive
Any details on the price and what is included? If we are passing through San Francisco later in the summer, can we get the group price and have it installed later in the summer?
Hoping to have them come out to No. Va. very soon (next week or so). The more interest, the better the price.
Even better, make them come out to Switzerland ;)
I don't have my car yet, but after having a few testrides, I am very disappointed even by the Sound Studio package.
Happily listening to my Reus in my MS.
Would have never have known about this option without the forum info.
Three weeks & ~1400 miles into & loving the entire experience.
My Reus system is so clean! It is the difference in listening to music and experienceing music. The fidelity is just... Amazing.
Would love to hear what it sounds like to be blown away. Any pit stops planned for the northeast?
I understand Reus is coming to the northeast the first week in August. email@example.com is the contact there.


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