A
pair of former ballplayers saw their demise in this realm of existence yet the
significance of their stories within the baseball world continue to live on.
They’re not to be forgotten anytime soon.
One
of the players was pitcher Ernie Broglio – who during his time with the St.
Louis Cardinals won 70 games, including one 20-win season and another where he
came close.
THE
CHICAGO CUBS acquiring him in 1964 should have been the kind of move that added
a potential ace to their pitching staff. Looking particularly good since all
the Cubbies gave up for Broglio was an outfielder who barely hit .250 and
didn’t even come close to the home run power they always dreamed he had.
The
outfielder, of course, was Lou Brock, who upon going to the Cardinals suddenly
discovered he could steal bases – some 33 in that partial season alone and more
than 900 over the course of his two decades as a major leaguer.
The
reason why he’s a member of the baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, N.Y.
Immortalized in bronze – even though there are some who like to think Brock is
a perfect example of a ballplayer who wasn’t that special.
All
he could do, after all, is steal bases – better than anybody else who had
played prior to his arrival in baseball. Personally, I always viewed Brock as
the perfect example of Cubs’ mismanagement – thinking your leadoff hitter and
star base thief was a slugger just because he was one of the few who ever hit a
home run into the center field bleachers at New York’s old Polo Grounds – a
shot of at least 460 feet.
AS
FOR BROGLIO, the former ace pitcher suddenly “lost” it. In two-and-a-half
seasons pitching for the Cubs, he won a total of 7 ballgames.
And
now, Broglio popped back into the news briefly – he died from complications due
to cancer Tuesday in San Jose, Calif., at age 83. I’m sure Cubs fans are hoping
this puts that long-ago trade (that some baseball fans consider the worst ever,
aside from maybe Frank Robinson to Baltimore for Milt Pappas to Cincinnati) to
bed, once and for all.
But
Broglio isn’t the only late ballplayer of significance this week.
For
Elijah Green, nicknamed “Pumpsie,” met his maker Wednesday at age 85 at a
hospital in San Leandro, Calif. His family said he had been ill for the past
five months.
GREEN
WAS A ballplayer who made his Major League debut as a pinch runner for the
Boston Red Sox in a game July 21, 1959 at Comiskey Park. He finished out that
game playing shortstop.
Which
is significant because he was the first black ballplayer to play for the Red
Sox, which made them the final ball club to finally give in to the integration trend
started some 12 years earlier when Jackie Robinson took the field for the
Brooklyn Dodgers.
Considering
that Boston’s other ball club, the Braves, had integrated as far back as 1950
and that Chicago’s two ballclubs (the White Sox in 1951 and Cubs in 1953) also
had made the move toward integration, it could be said that it took the Red Sox
long enough to get with the program of trying to truly put together the best
ball clubs possible.
Or
we could celebrate the notion that the integration of the game that likes to
use “the National Pastime” label to describe itself finally wasn’t a joke.
Maybe it finally bore a bit of legitimacy.
AND
AS FOR the memories baseball fans will have of both Broglio and Green, one
doesn’t have to be of Hall of Fame statistical ability to be an interesting
story.
Which
is why it is encouraging to learn that Green never viewed himself as some sort
of racial pioneer, while Broglio didn’t let his life sink into a quagmire of
sorts because the guy he was traded for went on to become a super star – and he
didn’t.
Both
are amongst the ranks of those who tried to play baseball professionally AND
wound up making it up to the game’s highest ranks. They got their lines of type
in the Baseball Encyclopedia to confirm it.
And
I’m sure both of them went to their graves this week thinking of themselves as
Major Leaguers – a label no one could take away from them.
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