By Alan Prendergast
By Michael Roberts
By Michael Roberts
By Amber Taufen
By Patricia Calhoun
By William Breathes
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By Melanie Asmar
Some wonderfully gaudy facts and feats have decorated this extraordinary baseball season. Mutual admirers Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa demolished home-run history, of course, going downtown a total of 136 times. Cal Ripken--he of the silver countenance and the iron constitution--finally decided to take a day off after seventeen years on the job. Barry Bonds became the first player to list 400 homers and 400 stolen bases on his resume. With three games left in the regular season, three National League clubs found themselves dead even for the league's wild-card spot, and hearts thumped audibly from Queens Boulevard to State Street to Telegraph Hill. The indestructible Roger Clemens, a pitcher for the ages, won twenty games for the Toronto Blue Jays and seems likely to take home an unprecedented fifth Cy Young Award.
And, yes, the Cubs, Indians and Red Sox all made it to the playoffs.
Now, this is a bit like the Prohibitionist, Whig and Grateful Dead party candidates for president all throwing their hats into the ring--an exercise that, while momentarily uplifting for the participants, has as much chance of success as Mr. Clinton running for pope. Compute the sum of their futile seasons and you discover that these three venerable teams have not won a World Series in 220 years.
The way things are going in the divisional playoffs, none of them will do it in 1998, either. As of Monday morning, Boston and Chicago were both gone, and Cleveland had a familiar mountain to climb in the Bronx.
But where can human beings dream, if not in the country of baseball?
The beleaguered Cubs sadly traded two of their boisterous, unabashedly partisan broadcasters of old, Harry Caray and Jack Brickhouse, to the Celestial League this year. But North Siders' ancient hopes were revived by right-fielder Sosa, who whacked 66 home runs on their behalf, and by a baby-faced pitching phenom named Kerry Wood, who on May 6 struck out twenty Houston Astros. It was just his fifth major-league start, and the rest of his season sparkled, too, until he got hurt. It is upon Wood's strong right arm that the tides at Wrigley Field may some time, some day, some century, rise.
For now, though, Chicagoans must live with the fact that their beloved Cubbies have not played in the Series since 1945. Thank you very much, Leon "Bull" Durham, for letting that San Diego Padres grounder scoot through your legs in 1984! And they haven't won a World Championship since 1908--ninety years ago, when Teddy Roosevelt was president! Perhaps this excerpt from The Baseball Encyclopedia concerning the events of October 14, 1908, at Detroit can provide a bit of comfort: "Three hits and one RBI each by Evers and Chance aided Overall's 10-strikeout performance in the [Cubs'] Series clincher."
Then again, maybe not. As any chowderhead can tell you, the Boston Red Sox have been only slightly less frustrated in their efforts at glory. In the 1918 Series--eighty years ago, a full season before the Black Sox scandal!--the Bosox knocked off (who else?) the Cubs, in six games, on the strength of two wins by pitcher Carl Mays and two more by a chunky lefty named George Herman "Babe" Ruth. Quoth the Encyclopedia regarding September 11, 1918, the day Boston won its last Series: "Flack's error in the third let in two runs as Mays subdued Chicago on three hits."
Two seasons later, Mays, by then a New York Yankee, would fatally subdue Cleveland's Ray Chapman by flinging a fastball into his temple. But the Red Sox would never again subdue anyone--at least not in the World Series. When hard-up Boston owner Harry Frazee sold Ruth to the Yankees for $100,000 and a loan of $300,000, some of his teammates were glad to see him go. After taking a shower, it was said, Babe always put on the same underwear he'd worn in the game. Still, the "Curse of the Bambino" went into effect against Boston, and it hasn't yet been lifted. In 1975, for instance, Cincinnati edged the Sox four games to three in the Series; in 1978, light-hitting Bucky Dent of the hated Yanks hit a home run in a one-game playoff for the divisional title and denied Boston any further chance.
A dozen years back, the champagne was on ice for the Red Sox in the Shea Stadium clubhouse when the Bambino clubbed his old team upside the head one more time. Thank you very much, Bill Buckner, for letting that New York Mets grounder scoot between your legs in 1986!
This year's Bosox went down to Cleveland three games to one.
Compared to the Cubs and the Red Sox, the Cleveland Indians are rank newcomers to disappointment and failure. It's been only fifty years--a mere half-century--since the Bob Lemon-Lou Boudreau-Larry Doby edition of the Tribe vanquished the Boston Braves in six games for their last Series win, and only 44 seasons since Willie Mays and the New York Giants swept heavily favored Cleveland, which had won 111 games in the regular season and appeared to be invincible. Here's what the Bible has to say about that collapse: "The Indian pitching staff was the disappointment of the Series as they allowed 21 runs in four games after going through the regular season with a 2.78 ERA."