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Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
Sunday, April 04, 2010
This
quartet of veteran Pirates took part in the 1960 World
Series in which the Bucs beat the New York Yankees in
seven games. From left are
Bill Mazeroski,
Vernon Law,
Roberto Clemente and Elroy Face in March 1967.
Whenever lifelong Pittsburgh Pirates fans gather,
someone will always recall that he was at Forbes Field
on Oct. 13, 1960, when Bill Mazeroski hit his
bottom-of-the-ninth,
seventh-game home run
to defeat the hated Yankees, 10-9.
Others remember June 28, 1970, when Mazeroski fielded a
high chopper, then stepped on second for the force out
that brought down the curtain after 61 years on what
Pirates announcer Bob Prince referred to as Lady Forbes.
But I'm probably the only Pirates fan in Pittsburgh who
can say that in 1956 he saw Maz as a 20-year-old minor
league sprout play for the Pacific Coast League
Hollywood Stars, then the Bucco's top farm team.
In Hollywood with the Stars, I began my unusual,
indirect and six-decade long love affair with the
Pirates.
I grew up in Los Angeles when the Dodgers were still in
Brooklyn. The only professional team in town was the Los
Angeles Rams.
Southern California baseball fans rooted for either the
Stars or their bitter crosstown rivals, the Angels, a
Chicago Cubs minor league affiliate.
The Stars, or Twinks as they were often called,
was my team
for the simple reason that it had glamour.
Owned by a consortium that included Gary Cooper,
Gene Autry,
Bing Crosby and Cecil B. DeMille, the Stars home games
always had the movie glitterati in the stands. Fans
could count on seeing Elizabeth Taylor, Gregory Peck or
Natalie Wood at cozy Gilmore Field.
The most spectacular show business personality might
have been
Jayne Mansfield,
who in 1955 reigned gloriously as
Miss Hollywood Stars.
Mansfield's considerable allure aside, however, to a
young boy, baseball was the thing. Rooting for the Stars
meant that, by extension, I pulled for the Pirates.
During the Branch Rickey years that was a true test of
any fan's mettle.
In 1952, for example, the Pirates went 42-112, one of
the worst records in baseball history. The Pirates
finished a staggering 54.5 games behind the first place
Dodgers and a mind-boggling 22 games beneath the seventh
place Boston Braves. The agony of being a Pirates fan
was tempered only slightly by the Stars' consistently
top-notch performance.
Late in the summer of 1956 my
family moved to Puerto Rico.
I felt betrayed because I knew that when major league
baseball eventually came to California, I wouldn't be
there to see it.
What I didn't realize was that the Puerto Rican League,
led by the incomparable
Roberto Clemente,
represented baseball at its best.
Although only 22, Clemente had already spent a season
playing winter league ball for the Santurce Crabbers
as part of an outfield that included Willie
Mays. During his 15 years in Puerto Rico, Clemente hit
.323.
Lest you think that Clemente fattened his average
against washed-up major leaguers working on their winter
tans, here's a list of some of the pitchers he faced:
Sandy Koufax, Bob Gibson, Jim Palmer, Steve Carlton and
Ferguson Jenkins.
Watching the Crabbers and the budding Clemente thrilled
me. Clemente was front-page, above-the-fold news year
around.
Whether playing summer ball for the Pirates or in the
winter for the Crabbers, Clemente was all the islanders
cared about. A typical headline:
"Clemente
singles, homers; Pirates lose."
By 1961, I was ready for college. I had been a Pirates
fan for a dozen years. Still, I had never seen the Bucs
play.
Motivated more by the Pirates than by academics, I
selected the University of Pittsburgh.
Fresh off their 1960 World Series victory, I anticipated
that the Pirates would run off several more triumphant
seasons.
In late August, I flew from San Juan to Pittsburgh. The
only people I knew in town were the Pirates. I dumped my
luggage at the dorm to head over to Forbes Field for my
first of countless games that I eventually watched as an
undergraduate.
That evening during a Pirates win over the Cubs, I saw
Maz, who was having one of his typical seasons. Maz
played in 152 of the Pirates's 154 games, fielded
flawlessly and hit a solid .265.
Clemente, who fulfilled the promise he showed as a
Crabber, hit a league-leading .351 and threw lasers from
right field to third base to cut down base runners.
Another old Stars favorite, Dick Stuart, had his best
Pirates season with the bat, .301 with 35 homers.
By September, I had discovered that the
left-field-bleacher ticket collectors went home around
the sixth inning. And after a few weeks on campus I had
made friends, many of them co-eds. Most of our dates
included those late innings at Forbes Field.
Eventually, the young ladies asked if we couldn't go
someplace different. Of course we could, I reassured
them. What I left unsaid was those dates would be when
the Pirates were out of town.
The Pirates never lived up to my early hopes. The
1961-65 teams finished above .500 only twice. But
Clemente won the National League batting crown three of
those years. And I was, after all, in Pittsburgh where
the real baseball action was.
After I graduated, I moved east to New York and then
west to California. Although I followed the Yankees,
Mets, Giants and Athletics, my heart always remained
true to the Pirates.
I returned to Pittsburgh in 2008 and in a stroke of
amazing good fortune, the Pirates hired me last year as
a PNC Park tour guide.
Most summer days during this 50th anniversary of the
unforgettable 1960 season, I'll be at PNC reliving the
rich Pirates history that I've followed for more than
half a century.
I'll be at the June unveiling of the
new Mazeroski statue.
Unlike others, however, I'll remember Maz as the bright
young Hollywood prospect who could never have imagined
the place he would eventually occupy in the Hall of Fame
and in the hearts of Pirates fans.
Joe Guzzardi [email him] is a California native who recently fled the state because of over-immigration, over-population and a rapidly deteriorating quality of life. He has moved to Pittsburgh, PA where the air is clean and the growth rate stable. A long-time instructor in English at the Lodi Adult School, Guzzardi has been writing a weekly column since 1988. It currently appears in the Lodi News-Sentinel.