10/18 02:10 CDT Rooting for the long-lost Senators: Many memories, few wins
Rooting for the long-lost Senators: Many memories, few wins
By BEN WALKER
AP Baseball Writer
WASHINGTON (AP) --- We couldn't even win the egg tossing contest.
Growing up in the Washington suburbs during the 1960s, cheering for the local
baseball team was a lost cause.
A trip to the World Series like these Nationals? Forget it. Our Senators were
out of it by opening day.
So we found other things to root for under the wavy roof at D.C. Stadium and
RFK. Like huge Frank Howard hitting a monster home run --- they painted the
seats white where Hondo's shots landed in the upper deck.
Or flashy catcher Cazzie Casanova whipping the ball back to the mound, faster
than ol' curveballer Camilo Pascual pitched it. Or fresh Del Unser flying
around the bags, boosting his league-leading triples total.
And, of course, the time Ted Williams came to town.
Which is why I can remember being so excited to go with mom and dad to see a
doubleheader against the powerful Minnesota Twins.
Between games, that's the only time our team had a chance.
Hard to imagine now, but that's when they held corny competitions. First, Hondo
and Mike Epstein and Ken McMullen took on Harmon Killebrew and the Twins in a
Home Run Derby. They each got three swings. We lost.
Then, the egg toss.
Senators shortstop Eddie Brinkman and sure-handed second baseman Tim Cullen
stood a few feet apart on one side, Twins infielders Rod Carew and Cesar Tovar
on the other. They took turns, moving back a few feet with each throw.
We were bound to win this one --- until the raw egg exploded in Steady Eddie's
The old Senators were terrible when dad was a teenage usher at Griffith Stadium
in the '40s, hence the label that stuck with them for decades: "First in war,
first in peace and last in the American League."
At least that version enjoyed an earlier heyday with the great Walter Johnson
and won three pennants and a championship from 1924-33. But they moved to
Minnesota in 1961 and turned into the Twins.
We got the expansion Senators in their place and they weren't any good either,
except for a winning record in 1969 after Ted Williams was lured out of
retirement to manage the team. Seeing the Splendid Splinter wearing his
familiar No. 9, standing by as President Richard M. Nixon threw out the
ceremonial first ball at the opener. It was magical.
Ted's picture was on the cover of game programs that year, next to "Welcome
back to Baseball." Plus, we got the All-Star Game. The following year,
incidentally, the cover featured a drawing of Nixon --- "Our No. 1 Fan" --- at
a packed park.
But usually, it was pretty empty. Sometimes the crowds, if you could call them
that, were under 2,000. Fewer fans, however, meant more opportunities for
I got Al Kaline, Brooks Robinson, Sudden Sam McDowell, lots of big stars along
the railing. The Senator signatures meant just as much. They were our guys ---
Casey Cox, Lee Maye, Joe Grzenda, among others.
There was an ulterior motive to moving down, too.
Back then, pitchers often warmed up in front of the dugout before the game.
That was true at many parks. They threw on flat ground, the catcher crouched
next to the backstop.
So I would sometimes wander to the front row to barb --- as best as an
11-year-old could --- the visiting twirlers. They were only 20 feet away. It
Once I watched a young White Sox pitcher get loose. He had a habit of briefly
closing his eyes in mid-motion. Time to rattle the rook.
Me: Hey! You can't see where the ball's going!
Him: Who's your favorite player?
Me: Del Unser. He's great.
Him: Yeah? Go tell him I'm going to hit him in the head.
Oh, yikes. I remember sitting in fear when Del came up, worried I'd jinxed his
career. Thankfully, no beanballs that afternoon.
Many days, the park was a treasure trove.
I got a bunch of balls during batting practice. It was simple: Learn the names
of the newest call-ups from the minors, give 'em a shout. Toby Harrah overthrew
me before his first home game, I corralled it. Couple of cracked bats, too.
Even dad got in on the action. He snagged a souvenir for us by vaulting over a
row of seats in section 222 to snare a foul ball by Ed Stroud, just before a
beer-splashing, giant-sized fella landed right on top of Pop.
My specialty? Lineup cards. Nowadays, they're prized pieces of memorabilia,
often sold or auctioned off. Then, they were scraps taped to the wall. A bat
boy cleaning the dugouts after the game would gladly rip them down to give away.
I've got a dozen, with names like Yaz, Reggie and Boog. I still have the lineup
card from the last completed Washington Senators game --- Sept. 29, 1971, when
4,003 fans showed up for a loss to the Yankees. The next night, the crowd
stormed the field in the ninth inning and the game was declared a forfeit.
That finished off another miserable season, the final countdown on the giant
Longines clock in right-center field, no more info on the Magic-Message board.
The Senators had added faded stars Denny McLain and Curt Flood, to no avail,
and the team moved to Texas the next year and became the Rangers.
The closest we ever got to a World Series at RFK Stadium was 1972, right after
the Senators left. That's when, probably out of pity, the Pirates and Orioles
--- who had played in the previous Fall Classic --- came for an exhibition game
in May. We went, and it was neat seeing Roberto Clemente and Willie Stargell in
our park. Kinda sad, too.
By the time I was in high school, the Senators were a distant memory. Sometimes
we'd drive up from Rockville to see the Baltimore Orioles --- my mom liked
watching eccentric Detroit pitcher Mark "The Bird" Fidrych talk to the ball.
Some evenings, my dad and I would wander over to Cabin John Park after dinner
to watch slow-pitch softball. The fields are close to Walter Johnson High
School --- after playing, he got into politics in Montgomery County, Maryland.
One summer, we kept noticing a player for Long's Fence, or maybe it was Federal
Wrecking. A terrific hitter, but it was how he ran the bases that looked so
wonderful. Like a pro, really.
We bumped into him after a game and my dad jokingly suggested he should've
played for the Senators.
"I did," he said.
It was Chuck Hinton. He batted .310 for Washington in 1962 and wore the curly W
in the 1964 All-Star Game. Traded to Cleveland, he'd moved back to the D.C.
area after retiring.
Guess the Senators hadn't totally left us, after all.
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