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JUNE 16, 2009 12:02PM

A Few More Thoughts on the 1968 World Series

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Writing about Bob Gibson raises a few more thoughts on the 1968 World Series.

First, let's remember that this was the last classic World Series. Two leagues, two pennant winners, one postseason series. No divisions. No playoffs. Which is why Gibby's Game 1 gem came on October 2.

Second, it was amusing to watch the old-style broadcast. There were fewer statistics, and they were presented in charmingly Stone-Age looking graphics. There were few (any? can't remember for sure) replays, though there was a nice split-screen when Lou Brock and Curt Flood, the Cards' basestealers, were on first. The play-by-play and color, handled by Curt Gowdy and Harry Caray, was fairly low key and uninterrupted by promotions of other shows or inside jokes. There were no stupid celebrity interviews, though Tony Kubek did have an unintentionally hilarious turn with then-Commissioner William Eckhart, who did a wonderful imitation of a person, and less embarrassing but silly spot with Gibson's wife and cute little daughter.

Third, a shout-out to Mickey Lolich, the potbellied, elephant-eared Tiger southpaw, who had to have been one of the homeliest pitchers ever.

 

Lolich earned his entry in the Hall of Fame by having more strikeouts than any other AL lefthander and by being the last pitcher to win three complete games in the World Series. (Randy Johnson's third win in 2001 came in relief.) But, remarkably, Lolich was not naturally lefthanded. He hurt his left arm in a tricycle accident as a child, and the pediatrician suggested he do exercises with that arm to strengthen it. Thus, Lolich became what must be baseball's only Throws Left, Signs Autographs Right pitcher in history.

Fourth, a nod to Bill Freehan. Mickey's Game 5 win did more than stave off elimination and give the Tigers a chance to come back. It changed the course of the Series. And Freehan played a key role. Cardinals leadoff man Lou Brock had amassed seven stolen bases in the first four games and he and Curt Flood were running rings around the Tigers. In the third inning, with the Tigers already trailing 3-0, Brock singled, and everybody knew he was going to steal. But Freehan nailed Brock at second. Then, in the fifth, after the Tigers had clawed back with two runs, Brock was on second with one out when Julian Javier singled to left. Willie Horton came up firing, and Freehan took the through, perfectly blocking the plate like the old football player he was and making the tag. The incredible play--which saw me jump higher than I had ever jumped before--looked like this:

And I'm sure Cardinals fans still wonder why Lou Brock didn't slide. 

Last, some praise for the overlooked boldness of Tiger manager Mayo Smith, who wins the all-time Trying to Roll a Spot the Hard Way in the World Series Award. What dice was Mayo rolling? He had four solid outfielders: Kaline, Horton, Jim Northrup, and slick-fielding Mickey Stanley. Kaline had been injured for much of the season, which allowed time for Stanley to play and prove that his glove was incomparable. But Mayo only had three outfield spots available in the World Series, and there was no designated hitter where he could place somebody. He could play Kaline at first, but that would mean benching Norm Cash, his biggest lefthanded power guy. And he couldn't not play Kaline, the most beloved Tiger, a Gold Glove outfielder, and a future Hall of Famer. But Mayo did have a lousy hitting shortstop, Ray Oyler (who was a vacuum cleaner with the glove), who hit all of .135 that year. (Like I said, the Year of the Pitcher.) So the last couple of weeks of the regular season, after the Tigers clinched, Smith put Stanley in at short to get his infield legs. And then put him in the World Series. At shortstop, a position he had played for all of nine games. That took guts.

Stanley was not perfect. He made two errors, though neither led to a run. He only hit .214. But Kaline hit .379 and knocked in 8 runs; Cash hit .385 with 5 RBI; and Northrup, though he only hit .250, knocked in 8 more. Those 21 RBI were two-thirds of the team's total for the Series. Mayo Smith. Hall of Fame Gambler. 

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I was 17 years old an playing tennis on the high school court in southeastern Michigan in October of 1968 when someone can running up to report that the Tigers had just won the World Series. It was a great day in Detroit! And hey, Mickey Lolich wasn't that ugly... you obviously never say Don Mossi who pitched for Detroit in the early 60's (I'm not sure if he was on the '68 team)... now HE was ugly!
Jeff: I had early classes in HS that year and was able to get home in time to see most of the games.

You're quite right that Don Mossi was, indeed, uglier than old Mickey. But, then, I called Mickey "homeliest"! (BTW, I just checked, and Mossi's last season with the Tigers was '63, which happens to have been Lolich's first. Perhaps the Tiger management realized in the offseason that the clubhouse couldn't handle so many ears at the same time and decided to trade Mossi.)
I grew up in Detroit during the 50's and 60's and so I totally enjoyed this story. I was in college in NC when we won that Series, but I remember it so well, and just after the devastating race-fueled riots from which Detroit never recovered. Thanks for the memories.
Don't have MLB network, but I may see if I can get it. Sorry I missed the broadcast. I was a mere baby in '68, but my dad was a Cardinals fan, and I became one to a certain extent because of him. In the early sixties, the Atlanta Crackers of the International League (this was before the Braves came down from Milwaukee) were affiliated with the St. Louis team and players like Mike Shannon, Tim McCarver and Phil Gagliano played at old Ponce de Leon Park which has been gone for decades now. Once the Braves moved down, my dad would take me to Braves-Cardinals games, and I remember him pointing out Lou Brock and Curt Flood, and they looked so little compared to some of the other players. But the Cardinals were fun to watch back then. Played a lot of what they call "small ball." I had baseball cards of some of the players you mentioned in your post, but since there was no interleague play back then, I never got to see the Tigers play unless it was on the game of the week on Saturday afternoon. But I remember Lolich and Earl Wilson and Denny McClain. Wasn't Willie Horton and ex-con or something?


Anyway, I enjoyed your post. Maybe some day I'll get around to writing about the time I met Eddie Mathews at Nalley Chevrolet where my uncle Gene sold cars.
Grif: you're welcome. The city did heal that year, at least for a while. Horton, if I remember correctly, got the hit (a fly ball over the head of a pulled-in Reggie Jackson in the bottom of the 9th, for yet another come from behind victory) that won McLain's 30th that year. Later he sported a Fu Manchu.
TMS: Eddie Mathews! Cool! He finished his career with the Tigers, hitting his last 9 HRs with them.
I met Mickey Lolich's parents in Portland, Oregon in 1994 and asked them about the "cycle" story.

Mrs. Lolich said that Mickey was injured as a toddler when a parked motorcycle fell on top of him, but the accident didn't affect his natural throwing arm--which was his left.

She said that the commonly referenced "cycle" story was an erroneous embellishment by a sports writer.

Mayo Smith is the unsung hero of the 1968 World Series. Moving Mickey Stanley to shortstop was gutsy and smart. Even smarter was Smith's rearranging of Detroit's pitching rotation for the final two games in St. Louis.

Smith removed Earl Wilson (who had lost game 3) from the starting rotation and moved Denny McLain up a day to start game 6, so that he could match his hot pitcher, Lolich, against Bob Gibson, who had won seven straight Series games dating back to 1964.

McLain had lost games 1 and 4 to Gibson. Lolich had won games 2 and 5.

In games 6 and 7, McLain and Lolich both pitched complete game victories, both on two-days' rest, a Series feat that has not been duplicated since.

Incidentally, Lolich has not been inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame.

The commissioner of baseball in 1968 was William Eckert, a weak, ineffectual overseer of the game. Eckert lasted only three seasons, and he was succeeded by Bowie Kuhn in 1969.
AlanC: That's a real shame that the bike accident story isn't true. I'd always thought it was a great one. I'm quite disappointed--though probably not as disappointed as old Mickey, who'se got to return his prematurely bestowed HOF plaque.
And I must apologize for misspelling the name of Commissioner Cipher, ah, Eckert.
And thanks for bringing up Mayo's rotation switch, an essential part of the Tigers' victory in '68. Of course, in all things baseball, a manager's decision is only as smart as his guys' performance--true of Stanley (and the hitters enabled by his playing short) as it is of Denny and Mickey's Game 6 and 7 gems. I agree completely that Mayo is the unsung hero of the Series. If Tony LaRussa had made those moves, we'd hear about it every day. (And yet, in his 33+ years of managing and his impressive 2,500+ wins, he only has one more world championship than Mayo, who only managed 9 years.)
Pilgrim...

Ray Oyler was from Indianapolis. I have a great friend who started a scholarship in Oyler's name for students who are overachievers--"B" students who work hard and deserve a shot at the big time. A really sweet idea, I have always thought.
That's a sweet idea, indeed, Frank. Thanks for letting me know!