Showing posts with label the Ol' Perfesser. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the Ol' Perfesser. Show all posts

Saturday, March 8, 2025

The Ol' Perfesser

Yogi Berra gets a lot of mileage with his seemingly innocent quips. But another baseball legend, longtime manager Casey Stengel, sometimes called the old Perfesser, surely had his moments too. 

During one game he went to the mound to remove his pitcher from a game in which the hurler was getting absolutely shelled. "I ain't tired, Case," the man complained.

"Yeah, but yer outfielders are," Stengel responded.

At the start of another baseball contest, his pitcher gave up three straight hits on his first three pitches of the game. Casey strolled out to the hill, beckoning the catcher to join him. "What kind of pitches this guy been throwin?" he inquired of the backstop.

"I don't know. I ain't caught one yet," the man replied, in brutal honesty.

When he was a player for Brooklyn in 1923, Casey found himself in Pittsburgh being heckled mercilessly by the local fans. He caught a sparrow between innings and put it under his cap. As he went to bat, the crowd renewed their harassment. Stengel doffed his hat, freeing the sparrow into the skies. Immediately the crowd cheered his humor.

When he was the Yankee manager, Stengel and star player Mickey Mantle were called to testify before Congress over antitrust laws. Stengel offered a long and rambling answer to a Congressman's question; it was such nonsense that nobody could fathom what he might possibly mean. Asked at the end of his manger's monologue what he thought, Mantle answered, "I agree with Casey."

Baseball has its characters more than any other sport, I think.

Wednesday, September 18, 2019

Out of touch

As I've been talking about baseball a bit lately, and as I'm especially talking about appeal plays (see Monday's entry), let me regale you with one of me Pops favorite stories. It involves the Ol' Perfesser himself, Casey Stengel.

Casey was brought on to manage the New York Mets as they started out. The club was expected to be awful initially (and it was) and I believe anyway that he was hired as a distraction to how bad the new team would be (The Mets would finish 40-120 their first year, with two cancelled games; who says cancellations are always bad?). Those early Metropolitans were known for less than stellar baseball, making simple mistakes with regularity.

All this did nothing to dampen the Ol' Perfesser's competitive fire. During the course of one game a Met happened to hit a triple. Yet the defense felt the runner had missed second base on his way around and appealed the play. The umpire consequently ruled him out because he had indeed failed to touch second on his way to third.

Casey stormed out of the Mets' dugout to argue the call. But his third base coach quickly stopped him. "Don't bother, Casey, because he missed first base too," Coach morosely explained.

Damn, I love baseball...