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AUGUST 27, 2009 10:40PM

The Summer of 1969 was simply Amazin'

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1969 New York Mets team photo 

I don't know when you become a fan of a team. I know it was my Dad, who encouraged me to root for a particular team. It was an expansion team in 1962. The were call the Metropolitans or Mets, and Bill Shea, an alumnus of my High School, brought a national league franchise back to New York  after the Giants, and the Dodgers left for San Francisco and Los Angeles respectively in the late 1950s. Bill Shea had a stadium named after him The Mets played there from 1964 to 2008.

My ex-wife worked with a guy who named his daughter Casey Shea. He was a hardcore Mets fan.

From day one, they were a team of something borrowed and something blue. The NY logo was lifted from the old NY Giants Baseball cap. The team colors the Royal Blue of the Dodgers, the Orange of the Giants, and the pinstripes from the Yankees composed their uniforms.

Their first manager, Charles Dillon "Casey" Stengel was a successful manager of the Yankees in the 1950s, and many of the first year players were famous names in the 50s from other ball clubs. Richie Ashburn, Gil Hodges, Choo-Choo Coleman, Jim Hickman, Al Jackson and Don Zimmer were all draftees from other clubs.

While this might have sounded like a receipe for success it turned into a prescription for disaster as the Mets lost 120 games that season, a major league record.

They were not on a path of continous improvement, either, being cellar dwellers or finishing ninth right through the 1968 season.

They had new young prospects in 1969, Gil Hodges in his second year as manager, and high hopes.  Up until September, the surprise team of 1969 was the Chicago Cubs, a team whose last world championship came in the first decade of the 20th Century.

Led by flamboyant, acid tongued manager Leo "the Lip" Durocher, the Cubs were in first place throughout most of the year into the month of August. Durocher known for his rapier wit, coined the phrase "Nice guys finish last."

When managing the New York Giants in the 1950s in an exhibition game against the cadets at West Point, Durocher was being razzed from the Army dugout. After hearing, "Hey Durocher, how did you ever manage to sneak into the major leagues?" Leo faced the dugout and responded without missing a beat, "My Congressman appointed me!"

The Cubs had some great players. Ernie (let's play two) Banks, Billy Williams, Don Kessinger, Glenn Beckert, Ron Santo, and the pitcher known as Ferguson Jenkins (and his orchestra).

The Cubs were up nine games over the second place Mets in mid August but by the end of the month they started to fade.

As a rabid 14 year old baseball, my interest in the Mets was intense that August. With September a few days away, I thought something special was going to happen.

 

End of part one.

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I had that experience in 67 with the Red Sox. But I DOOO remember Swoboda's dive, which was later dissected as the absolute WRONG thing to try in that position, as if it got by him it was a triple or inside-the-park home run.
Ron Swoboda was an adventure in fielding. The most nifty thing he did that season was hit two 2-run homers to beat Steve Carlton in a game where Carlton struck our 19 batters, the major league record until Clemens broke it with the Sox.
Nice cliff hanger! I mean, I'm sure I could look up what happened next, but that would spoil all the fun, so please . . . hurry up and write part 2!
Great post.. I really love to read about baseball, and watch movies about it too. There is nothing like being in that stadium and hearing the roars of the crowd. Watching the game unfold before your eyes, as you eat hot dogs and peanuts. I am a huge baseball fan.. Can't wait to hear the rest of the story. You have these cliff hanger down pat don't you. Always making us wait for more..
Even though my Cardinals were pretty mediocre in 1969, I never tire of the tale of the '69 Cubs.

Before you go full bore into 1969, how about an ode to Marvelous Marv Throneberry?
Being a Yankee fan, well, we've had that experience a lot. But also being a Res Sox fan and living in N.H, at the time, the 67' Red Sox who came within one game of beating Cincinnati for all the marbles, was a great moment. Carlton Fisk, hitting that homer in the ninth in the sixet game which I watched on T.V,, is as excited I've evern seen a city go!!
Owl, I will but I'm trying to stay within the time line of what actually happened 40 years ago.

FE -- For the love of the Game, The Rookie, Field of Dreams, Angels in the Outfield, It happens every spring, all good baseball flicks.

Zuma -- Sure no worries.

Stim -- Marv gets up to bat one day and hits a TRIPLE. The fans at the Polo Grounds go wild. The opposing team has an appeal play at first base, and Marv is called "out" for missing first base. Casey Stengel comes out and starts arguing with the first base umpire. This goes on for several minutes.

The second base umpire saunters over and says to Casey "even if you win this argument, you'll lose the one with me. Marv missed second base, too." There's your ode.

Scanner, did you 1975? The Sox played the Cardinals in '67.
Growing up in Canada I was, I suppose, meant to be a Blue Jays or an Expos fan. I didn't really start watching baseball until the mid-80s and adopted the Mets - Doc Goodin, David Cone, Mookie Wilson, Howard Johnson, and my favorite Daryl Strawberry as my team.
I love your personal take as the teenager...and wondering how '69 will turn out.

Thanks for sharing these memories.
cool.... I remember too
Oh, you 'merikans and your baseball love. It is sooo cute. Wonderful read...waiting for more. :)
can't wait for the next part!
OE - thanks for the ode. can't stop laughing.
GJI -- As yes the 1986 team. I was the only Mets fan in bar full of Red Sox fans at a sports bar in NH watching game 6. My ability to restrain my enthusiasm when the ball rolled through Buckner's legs is why I'm alive to tell that story today.

Buffy -- you're kind and generous and funny. thanks

Trig -- glad you're enjoying the memory.

squirrel -- I hafta tell you I'm trying relay this story with dignity and respect for Cubs fans of which I'm sure you are one.

Janie -- They had 'merican baseball in Quebec province in 1969. The Montreal Expos beat the Mets on the first game of the season 11-10.

fab -- thanks very much.

Stim -- Marvelous Marv Thronberry was the Rodney Dangerfield of major league baseball.
See, that's what I am talking about. How do you know that factoid????
Was never a big baseball fan, really, but I remember that summer. I listened to the waning days of the baseball season on the radio, hanging on every play.

It was a rollercoaster of magic, wasn't it?
completely parroting zuma: give us more!
Janie -- I am cursed with a memory for obscure facts. It was the first game of the season and I thought the Expos would be awful. My brain needs to be defragged.

Bill -- there was a lot of energy.

HHM -- Ok. Thanks
Another bump into the feed.
You got me with the Title. I hate baseball but:
"The Summer of 1969 was simply Amazin'"
Trilogy -- Apologies if you were disappointed
Disappointed - no - I was just thinking 1969 - drugs, sex & rock n roll