Bill Buckner as I remember him.
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Note—We got
word from Chicago Cubs broadcasters Len Kasper and Jim Deshaies. The game from Houston was playing in the
background while our family jammed into the living room for a rainy Memorial Day
gathering. He passed away earlier in the
day in his long-time adopted hometown of Boise, Idaho of Lewy body dementia, related
to Parkinson’s disease.
Most people remember
Bill Buckner as a Red Sox first baseman—the Goat in the 1986 World Series for
letting a ground ball skip between his legs scoring the winning run in Game
Six. That one play haunted him for the
rest of his life. And sure enough it was
the only clip from his great career that was shown on the TV sports reports
that I saw last night.
But I remember Billy Buck from his years as a Cub, back when
a perpetually broke guy like me could decide in the morning to catch a game at Wriggly
Field and walk up to the box office and get an upper grandstand seat for $5
with no trouble. Buckner was a star on
the team during one of its many, alas, years in the doldrums. He was just a year younger than me. I would sometimes run into him after a game
at the Neisse Lounge on Sheffield a couple of blocks south of the park. Cubs’ clubhouse manager Yosh Kawano would
often bring players and coaches for a drink in an atmosphere more relaxed than
the rowdy saloons by the ballpark. He
was a nice, regular guy without pretentions.
In his honor I am recycling this entry in Heretic, Rebel, A Thing to Flout back
in 2010 when the blog was still hosted on LiveJournal.
Today
is Bill Buckner’s 61st birthday. The twenty-year Major Leaguer
was born on December 14, 1949 in Vallejo, California.
Buckner was a star first baseman most of his career, winning a National
League Batting Championship in 1980, appearing in an Al Star Game as
a Chicago Cub, and amassing more than 2,700 hits as an amazingly
consistent contact hitter. His teammates will tell you that he was more
than just solid at first base—playing 1,555 regular season games at the
positions while making only 128 errors in 13,901 chances.
Despite
this, he is best remembered as The Goat. No, not the damn Billy
Goat of the legendary Chicago Cubs Curse. No, Buckner, whose
bat and glove helped win the American League Championship for the Boston
Red Sox against the California Angels in 1986, was blamed for the
loss in the World Series against the New York Mets.
In
the sixth game with the score tied in the 10th inning, two out, and a man at
second, Buckner charged a slow ground ball by Mookie Wilson, one of the
fastest runners in the game. In his haste, he did not get his glove all
the way down and the ball rolled between his legs scoring the winning
run. Buckner contributed two hits and scored in the eighth inning in game
seven, the BoSox lost, continuing their long run of futility.
Despite
Buckner’s solid contributions to the team and that the loss in game seven could
just as easily be blamed on a collapse by reliever Calvin Schiraldi and
a wild pitch by Bob Stanley, the Boston media hung the loss on Buckner. Always passionate Red Sox
fans turned viciously on the ball player. The next year as the Team Goat,
Buckner endured death threats and
harassing telephone calls. He was booed and pelted with garbage at home,
and endured the taunting of other teams on the road. Despite a more than
solid .273 batting average, two home runs and 42 RBIs through 95 games,
Buckner was given his unconditional release, both for his own safety and
to assuage fan vitriol.
Buckner's contributions to the Red Sox is better represented in his reliable hitting and usually flawless defense.
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The
Angels quickly snapped him up, and he finished the season batting .306 and
driving in 32 runs in just 57 games. The next year playing for Kansas
City, Buckner returned to Fenway Park and went one for two with a
walk against ace Roger Clemens.
Now
in his late thirties with his bad ankles troubling him, Buckner spent the last
days of his career as a utility man off the bench. In 1990 Boston
re-signed him as a Free agent. The Boston fans must have
mellowed. The press, which had crucified him, now saw that he had a
raw deal. When he was introduced on opening day, he received a standing
ovation from the capacity crowd. Despite the welcome, he could no longer
produce his old numbers and retired for good on June 5, 1990.
Cubs
fans recall Buckner’s seven years in Chicago with fondness. Buckner
arrived in town as part of a deeply unpopular four player trade. Fan
favorite Rick Monday and pitcher Rich Garman were traded to Los
Angeles for little heralded journeyman outfielder Buckner, shortstop
Ivan De Jesus, and another player. The consensus among Chicago’s fans
was that the Cubs had been robbed again.
Buckner,
who was recovering from a severe infection in his ankle, was shifted to first
base in Chicago, a position he had played sporadically in Los Angles before Steve
Garvey cemented his hold on the position. Buckner adapted quickly and
was soon turning bang-bang plays at
first off of quick tosses from De Jesus at shortstop. And despite his
continuing ankle problems, he earned respect by playing through pain, and for
the first two years in town he was still a speedy runner as well as a crafty
base stealer. Eventually, his ankles did slow him down, but he could
still fool a pitcher and steal a base from time to time.
Despite bad ankles, Buckner was an effective runner and base stealer for the Cubs.
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More
important was steady production at the plate. Few players had such a low
strike-out to time at plate ratio. He was a good contact hitter.
Twice he led the league in doubles, batted over .300 four times, leading the
league hitting .324 in 1980, and was the Cubs’ sole representative at the 1981 All-Star Game. Buckner was a
true star during an era when the Cubs struggled.
Boyishly
handsome with a mop of black hair and one of the most impressive mustaches in
the Game, Buckner was popular off the field as well. He often would visit
neighborhood taverns near the ballpark and mingle casually with fans while
other players were strutting their stuff on Rush Street.
Fans
were genuinely sorry to see Buckner go in 1984 when Buckner was traded to
Boston for pitcher Dennis Eckersley and utility infielder Mike
Brumley. It was a good deal for Boston. In his first year he
helped turn the team from a cellar dweller to a respectable 67-51 record for
the balance of the season. He was a solid center of the team as it became
a contender.
Redemption at last--Buckner was invited back to Fenway to toss out the first pitch in the 2008 season opener, the year after the Red Sox finally won the World Series.
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At
Fenway Park’s 2008 season opener, the year after Boston finally won the World
Series, Buckner was invited back to throw out the first pitch. He
received a four minute standing ovation. All, finally, was forgiven.
Buckner
is now a successful businessman in Boise, Idaho. His son, Bobby,
plays baseball for the University of Texas Longhorns.
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