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DEAD PLAYER OF THE DAY

In which I pick a page from the encyclopedia at random and riff on what I find.

Ival Goodman OF 1935-1944 (1908-1984)

The Reds had good teams from the late 1930s and into the early 40s under manager Bill McKechnie. Right fielder Goodman was one of the big bats on a team that was better known for its pitching and defense. Unfortunately for Ival, when the Reds went 100-53 and won the World Series in 1940, he was all but useless, hitting just .258/.335/.389 (2.1 WARP—he was still a good fielder). His best season came with the 1938 Reds, a fourth place team; he hit .292/.368/.533 with 10 triples, 30 home runs, and a league-leading 15 hit-by-pitches. Goodman led the league in this category three times and in triples twice. He had a short career; he had been locked up in the Cardinals system until Larry MacPhail, radically rebuilding the Reds after five straight years of 90-plus losses, purchased him in November, 1934 (for $20,000 or $25,000 depending on the source), then, having slipped into part-time player after ’40, suffered a career-ending injury in 1944 when he ran into a wall in St. Louis. Parenthetically, Sammy Byrd, one of last week’s DPOTD, was another player dragged in by MacPhail’s net. He, Goodman, and Babe Herman made up the 1935 Reds’ outfield; the next year it was Goodman, Herman, and Kiki Cuyler.

Anyone want to argue that Goodman was juicing in 1938? He jumped from 12 home runs to 30, then dropped back down to seven in 1939. Of course, until the 1990s, players never had unexplained power surges. Never.

Oddly enough, though Goodman was a fine fielder on an exemplary fielding team, the two most famous plays of his career were misplays. In Game 1 of the 1939 World Series of the Yankees at Yankee Stadium, the two teams went to the bottom of the ninth tied 1-1. With one out in the frame and no one on, Charlie Keller hit a deep fly into the gap in right center. Center fielder Harry Craft and Goodman took off after it. As the ball neared the concrete fence, Craft and Goodman, perhaps fearing a collision with the wall or each other, pulled up short. Goodman lunged, but the ball ticked off his mitt and dropped for a triple. McKechnie ordered Joe DiMaggio intentionally walked to set up the double-play, but Bill Dickey soured the strategy by dropping a single into center field. In Game 4, Goodman figured in the play that became known as “Lombardi’s Snooze.” Goodman actually made the first error on the play, letting DiMaggio’s single roll away from him. This allowed Charlie Keller to score and clip Lombardi (in the head or groin or somewhere) in the process as he went to field the belated relay, stunning him and allowing DiMaggio to circle the bases.

Booing Milton Bradley at Oakland

Can a player be booed out of the league? It has happened, probably more than once. Not everyone is equipped to deflect the opprobrium of 40,000 of their fellow humans at a shot. In researching yesterday's entry on Paul Strand, I read about Duster Mails, a 1920s pitcher who died a few days after Strand. Mails, a product of the Pacific Coast League, was a hero of the Indians' World Series-winning team of 1920. Coming up late in the season, he went 7-0 with a 1.85 ERA down the stretch, throwing six complete games and two shutouts, then dominated the Dodgers in the Series, throwing 15.2 scoreless innings. He wasn't that good; no one is. Mails was simply an effective pitcher who got hot at the right time, but despite his physical ability to stick in the majors, he couldn't stay. Supposedly it was a bad arm that sent him back to the PCL, but at least one former teammate thought it was because he couldn't stand the bench/crowd jockeying in the majors and would pitch with cotton in his ears. This seems to imply that crowds in the PCL, where Mails pitched for 15 seasons, were somehow more genteel, but let's leave that aside for a moment. The point is that a player can be distracted out of a career if he can't keep his emotions in check, and Bradley was visibly bothered by the reception he got from A's partisans last night.

As I wrote in last week's chat, Bradley is soon going to reach his 32nd birthday. His baseball career is almost over, and it's going to go into the books as a tremendous waste. As Bradley gets older, no one will be more aware of this than him, and the rest of his life will play out slowly and painfully. This truly is a case of Mickey Rivers' version of mind over matter–if you don't mind, it don't matter. This is easier said than done, of course, and the ability eludes some altogether. Bradley, who was sensitive to the cheap, possibly racist attacks of Chicago fans, would seem to be one who is incapable of screening out the taunts. Booing is cheap, anonymous epithets even cheaper (if you've ever shouted something from the stands that you wouldn't have the guts to say to a player face to face, congratulations, you're a coward), and whatever Bradley's character flaws, he needs to recognize that allowing the noise that follows players to defeat him would be handing a victory to the lowest element in the stands. Somewhere out there, a coach, manager, or teammate is waiting to get through to him in this regard, to say that the best revenge is living well, but it remains to be seen if Bradley can receive the message or if he's doomed to go the way of Duster Mails.

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Richie
4/06
"As Bradley gets older, no one will be more aware of this than him"

I doubt that Bradley is so aware, I doubt that he much cares about that aspect of it, and I octuple doubt that both together apply.

First point: Bradley's had difficulties with teammates, too. Managers. GMs. If it was just fans, well ... I've read authors who state that players in general mildly look down on fans. Or not so mildly. Whenever Bradly goes, it won't be the fans who'll have driven him out.

Point #2: Whenever Bradley goes, he'll be taking millions and millions of dollars with him. Compared to every last person he grew up with, Milton's already a massive career success. Why should he ever reflect back on supposed wasted potential in a job he didn't much care for, all things considered? If he washes out tomorrow after punching out 4 fans, 3 umps, 2 teammates and the owner's mistress, by $$$ standards he'll have been one huge honkin' success.

Steve, I think you're doing a whole lot of projection with regard to your psychoanalysis of Milton Bradley.
ddanyc
4/06
Ival was an all-star (deservedly)and got scattered MVP votes in both 1938 and 1939 (his HR drop-off in the latter year being offset by a surge in doubles and triples), but almost fell off the earth at 31. Is there any indication of an injury? It doesn't show up in his 1940 playing time.

In looking at the 1939 Reds, I was astounded by the number (193) of sacrifices. Bill McKechnie clearly wanted more of a small-ball style and I wonder if Ival was encouraged to "cut down on his swing."
BillJohnson
4/06
"if you've ever shouted something from the stands that you wouldn't have the guts to say to a player face to face, congratulations, you're a coward" -- Thank you for saying this, Steve. I am honestly not sure how I feel about MB's checkered career, but even if he's the complete ogre his detractors claim him to be, he doesn't entitle me to suspend my own personal dignity and integrity when I watch him play.
eli81k
4/06
Steven, if you're at the ballpark, and someone yells out something they wouldn't have the guts to say to a player face to face, do you call them a coward, face to face? Or is that reserved for blog entries?
eli81k
4/06
I don't want that to read too harsh. My point is, if I were in a room with Adam Lind, Jason Bay and Mike Jacobs, I wouldn't ask Lind if he thought he'd be the new Bay or the new Jacobs.

Isn't this something everyone does at some level?
PBSteve
4/07
Well, here's the thing. I have been in the room with the players and I would feel entirely comfortable asking Adam Lind a question like that, so long as I phrased it so it was going to get an intelligent or revealing answer, and to be honest I can think of a few ways of asking exactly what you wrote there and turning it into a useful point of discussion, even if the other two guys were listening in. What I wouldn't feel comfortable doing is asking Adam Lind if he's an [expletive][expletive][expletive], because I don't think that way and there's no place for it anyway.

And no, I don't correct people in the stands because I'm not the Baseball Police, nor am I Don Quixote. That doesn't change the truth of what I said.
sweaver
4/07
Goodman was fondly remembered in Cincinnati...his name would pop up in media accounts, through the 1960s and even into the 1970s.
Richie
4/07
Actually, Eli has quite a point there. How does insulting somebody from the stands differ from insulting folks in a blog?
PBSteve
4/07
Let me ask you a question in return: should Obama try to sell health care to reform by standing on a street corner and stopping them one at a time, or should he use his "bully pulpit" to try to convert masses of people at a time?

I'm willing to do both, actually, but I do question the utility of getting into altercations with inebriates, which is what you seem to be suggesting here.
Richie
4/07
Actually, what I'm suggesting is that you don't call people "cowards". Don't see that you're converting anyone or successfully selling anything by doing so.
PBSteve
4/07
Sometimes a thing is what it is.