With the Phils taking on the Pirates this weekend, I thought we’d revisit the longest home run ever hit in Veteran’s Stadium. Remarkably, the longest homer ever hit there came just 3 months into its 33 year history. Others came close (Thome missed it by a few feet), but no-one ever went further at the Vet.
The Phils were on their way to a last place finish in 1971, while the Pirates were on their way to a World Series championship. So nobody was surprised by the 14-4 drubbing the Pirates laid on the Phils on June 25th. But the final score was a mere footnote to the blast Willie Stargell hit off of Jim Bunning. The left-hander launched one into the right field seats, and over 30 years later, the Phils on the field that day remembered it clearly. Said Bunning, who served up the meatball:
“The Stargell Star was a high slider that I used to get Stargell out on, only I didn’t throw it hard enough and didn’t get it in. It got over the fat part of the plate. He couldn’t hit it any further.”
Said Larry Bowa:
“That ball was still going up. As an infielder, when a guy hits one that you know is a home run, you give it a casual look. When he swung, you didn’t take your eyes off it because you wanted to see where it was going. It was majestic.
“I couldn’t believe how far that ball went. It would take me three swings to get one up there — from second base.”
Here’s a couple of photos that give you some perspective of how far he hit it. In the first one, taken from home plate, the color area is the section where he hit the ball..and keep in mind, everyone agreed that it was still gaining speed when it hit the stands. The star marking the section where he hit it is in the upper right of the 2nd pic.
In the first inning of a June 10, 1974 road game in Houston, a 2nd-year Phillies third-baseman hit the longest single in the history of the game.
After a Dave Cash leadoff walk and a Larry Bowa single, Mike Schmidt stepped to the plate to face Houston lefthander Claude Osteen with no outs and runners on first and second. Osteen challenged Schmidt with a fastball and Schmidt absolutely crushed it, sending the ball towering to center field and on its way well over the fence. Even though Astros center-fielder Cesar Cedeno knew the ball was gone, he did the customary trot back to the wall. But, before Schmidt reached first base, something went wrong. That something wrong was caused by a public address speaker suspended from the Astrodome ceiling 329 feet away from the plate and 117 feet in the air. Schmidt’s ball was hit so hard and so high, that it struck the speaker and bounced all the way back to shallow center field. Dave Cash, who was on second base at the time, said “I took one look and knew it was gone. Then I took another look and there it was coming down in front of Cesar Cedeno.” Fully expecting the ball to sail far over the fence, the Phillies base-runners didn’t break very hard and Schmidt was in full-on home run trot mode. When Cedeno collected the ball, Cash was on third, Bowa on second, and Schmidt, perplexed, was standing on first.
Also confused was the Astros play-by-play announcer: listen to the call here.
It was the first ball in Astrodome history that struck a speaker, but ground rules were in place for such a contingency. The rule related to the speakers is that as fixed objects in fair territory, they are in play. Therefore, on one hand, Cash, Bowa and Schmidt could have advanced if the ball careened far enough away from Cedeno. And on the other hand, if Cedeno got under the ball and caught it, it would have been ruled a fly out.
By all accounts, had Schmidt’s blast not struck the speaker, it would have traveled somewhere between 500 and 600 feet. Those who witnessed the shot said that the ball was still rising as it hit the speaker. Astros manager Preston Gomez called it “the hardest hit ball [he'd] ever seen at the Astrodome.” Cesar Cedeno said he “never saw a ball hit that far in his life.” Michael Jack was left wondering: “I would have liked to see where it would have landed.” I’m pretty sure June 10, 1974 was the only time things like that were said of a single.
Beer Week at PSH continues with the story of a new sponsor’s demands, the firing of the Dean and the beginning of our love affair with Harry Kalas.
The final game of the 1970 season marked the end of an era for the Philadelphia Phillies. In the midst of a re-branding to attract younger fans, the Phillies would be leaving Connie Mack Stadium for the new Astroturfed, exploding scoreboarded, mini-skirted usherette filled Veterans Stadium; they’d updated this logo to a more stylized “P”; they’d be sporting red cleats for the first time in team history; they’d be introducing Phil and Phyllis; they’d be televising more games in ’71 than ever before and adding a 4th camera in addition to slow-mo replays; and they’d made an advertising deal with a new sponsor in C. Schmidt and Sons, the brewer of Schmidt’s Beer.
Another change Phillies fans would be “treated to” in 1971 was the voice of a new play-by-play announcer. Prior to the start of the season, the Phillies announced that Bill Campbell, the Dean, would not be returning to the booth with By Saam and Richie Ashburn. Since 1942, Bill Campbell had been the voice of Philadelphia sports. His career in Philadelphia started at WCAU and in 1946 he became the play-by-play announcer for the expansion Philadelphia Warriors, a post he held until the team relocated to San Francisco in ’64. He was also the play-by-play guy for the Eagles from 1952 to 1966 and did the same for the Phillies from 1963 to 1970. He even called Big Five games. If you watched or listened to sports in Philadelphia during that time period, you did so through Bill Campbell.
Needless to say, the Philadelphia sports world was shocked and disappointed by the news that the Phillies were canning Campbell. At the luncheon when the announcement was made, reporters simply asked “Why?” They were told that the decision was made because the Phillies wanted to move to a younger announcer to draw a younger audience. The new, younger announcer was a relatively unknown 35-year-old from Houston named Harry Kalas.
The media jumped all over the Phillies for the decision. Frank Dolson of the Inquirer described the firing as premature, saying “Bill Campbell enjoyed doing big-league baseball as much as his fans enjoyed hearing him do it. Which is why his dismissal came as such a shock.” Stan Hochman of the Philadelphia Daily News wrote, “the Phillies youth movement has claimed another victim: Bill Campbell. Announcer-type fellow. Still has the tonsils. Can go from ho-hum to home run screech in 3.2 seconds. Can still snap open a can of beer with èclat…Campbell might be the town’s most professional announcer. Does his homework, talks to athletes, lets his emotions tumble through his descriptions…Oh, and by the way, the new guy’s name is pronounced Kal-us, as in callous.” A few days later, Bill Conlin chimed in with the strongest criticism of the firing with an article entitled “Striking Out and Honest Voice.” He wrote that “all Bill Campbell ever wanted to do was call a good baseball game with some flair and integrity.”
Kalas, who loved Campbell and felt horrible about the situation, ended up doing a pretty good job as Campbell’s replacement. He built a rapport with Whitey that was second to none in all of sports broadcasting and engendered a special bond with generations of Phillies fans. The Hall of Fame announcer is sorely missed and will be always remembered. And Campbell didn’t simply walk off into the sunset after he was pink-slipped. He became the play-by-play announcer of the Sixers in 1972 and lasted until 1981. After his play-by-play career was over he hosted a sports talk show on WIP until 1991, when he retired at the age of 68. Campbell never resented Kalas and the two became great friends.
So what does this have to do with Beer Week? Well, rumors about the real reason Campbell was let go swirled. Most didn’t accept the “youth movement” justification because Bill Campbell was still shy of 50 when he was fired. People thought Bill Giles, who knew Kalas from their time in Houston together and whose wife was best friends with Harry’s wife, was the real force behind the move to replace Campbell.
Giles always denied that was the case and instead, blamed C. Schmidt and Sons. Interviewed about the situation decades later, Giles claimed that the real reason Campbell was fired was because the new beer sponsor demanded it. The deal provided that Schmidt’s would pay the Phillies $1 million for broadcasting rights and would also pay the announcers salaries. According to Giles, the Schmidts wanted Campbell out because he appeared in ads for Ballantine beer, the Phillies previous beer sponsor at Connie Mack.
Campbell, forever disappointed by the decision, never bought that excuse. He said “Bill Giles blames it on the sponsor. There wasn’t any sponsor conflict. Bill wanted to bring Harry in and the problem was the beer sponsor only wanted to pay three of us…Somebody had to go and it was me.” Bolstering Campbell’s position is this poster and this schedule, which feature the whole crew (Ashburn, Campbell and Samm) in Ballantine ads.
Giles disagreed with Campbell’s thinking: “That’s bullshit. I didn’t want to embarrass the Schmidt’s beer people, so I put the onus on myself. When Schmidt’s said Bill Campbell had to go, I knew the guy I wanted, so I called Harry.”
Thank God for Schmidt’s Beer. In a shitty sort of way, it looks like the ends justified the means.
h/t to Randy Miller’s book “Harry the K, the remarkable life of Harry Kalas,” which served as a source for this post.
My favorite part is when she does jumping jacks. Keep it classy, Philadelphia! We’re going to be doing booze related posts all week for Beer Week, so stay tuned. Here’s some great photos and a terrific short bio of Schmidt’s Beer, which was founded in 1860 and closed in 1987, on the site of what is now the Piazza at Schmidt’s.
Another great interview with an author. This time it’s Steve Bucci, who has spent over 20 years as a sports journalist, over half of them as a sports anchor and reporter on KYW. He has written several books on the Phillies, his most recent one with Dave Brown called Drinking Coffee With a Fork: The Story of Steve Carlton and the ’72 Phillies. The title comes from a great quote from Willie Stargell, who once said, “Sometimes I hit him (Carlton) like I used to hit Koufax, and that’s like drinking coffee with a fork.” As most local sports fans know, Lefty’s ’72 season was nothing short of jaw dropping, as he won 27 games for a team that won 59 games all year. Steve tells us whether or not Carlton ever blew up on his less talented teammates, whether Philadelphians knew they were watching something special that year, and the biggest question of them all: was Steve Carlton’s 1972 season the greatest pitching year in MLB history?
JGT: What inspired you guys to write this book?
STEVE: We were inspired by the numbers Carlton put up that season for such a bad team. Dave Brown and I thought it would make a good book, because it doesn’t seem possible, does it? How could a guy pitch that well for a team that bad? And I’ve always felt that Carlton’s ’72 has gone largely overlooked in the annals of great seasons. Most people automatically think of Gibson’s ’68, or Guidry’s ’78, or one of Koufax’s great seasons of the mid-60s, but few every mention Carlton in 1972. He was the first, and up until recently, the only Cy Young Award winner from a last place team. We thought it was time he was given his due.
JGT: If Carlton had played on an even decent team, how many games do you think he would he have won that year?
STEVE: My guess is he would have definitely gotten to 30, which is a magic number in baseball history. There was a players strike that year that wiped out the first week of the season, and cost them six games. The Phillies only played 156. So that may have cost him two or three starts. As it was, he almost won 30.
I first came across the name Tyrone Everett in a list of Philly’s Best Ever Fighters compiled by Bernard Hopkins in The Great Book of Philadelphia Sports Lists. Everett’s entry was a mere two sentences long, but the 2nd sentence more than piqued my interest.
He was robbed in his 1976 Spectrum title fight against Alfredo Escalara and was tragically shot to death just 6 months later.
An athlete dying young and a potentially fixed fight? It was worth looking into. I would soon discover that Tyrone’s story was more than a tragedy. It was pulp non-fiction, a story that included the Mob, transvestites, drugs, snakes, and a mysterious murder.
Tyrone Everett was born in April of 1953 in South Philadelphia and started boxing at a young age. It was quickly recognized that the lefty had some serious talent, and his fame grew in South Philly, where young girls would jump rope while chanting “Ty, Ty, Butterfly.” The superfeatherweight was a regular attraction at the Spectrum’s Monday Night Fights in 1973 and ’74, and he won every bout. Along the way he earned the USBA superfeatherweight title. In June of 1975, “The Mean Machine” as he was known, finally travelled off his home turf to fight in Honolulu. The exotic locale didn’t affect his fury. He won by KO in the first round. By 1976, he was undefeated and a national contender for the WBC World Title. On November 30, 1976, he got his chance.
Now with a record of 34-0, Everett was given a shot at title holder Alfredo Escalara. Escalara was a flashy showman, known for his love of salsa music and for entering the ring with a snake around his neck when he fought in his native Puerto Rico. Though he was the challenger, Everett got to host the fight in his backyard, the Philadelphia Spectrum. There were three judges; a Puerto Rican judge, the referee, and a Philadelphia judge named Lou Tress.
If the fight was close, most people expected Tress to side with Everett, the Puerto Rican judge to stay loyal to Escalara, and that the fight would be determined by the referee. The fight was not close. From the opening bell Everett was the superior fighter, and he ran circles around the Puerto Rican, dominating the 15 round bout. The AP scored it 146-139, Everett. The UPI had it 146-141. Every ringside observer had Everett winning at least 10 rounds. The South Philly southpaw was going to be crowned World Champion. The future was his. And then it was stolen.
Daily News writer Tom Cushman wrote the next day,
“Tyrone Everett won the junior lightweight championship of the world last night. Won it with a whirling, artistic, courageous performance that brushed against the edges of brilliance. Tyrone was standing tall, proud, bleeding in his corner after the 15 rounds, waiting for the championship belt to be draped around his waist, when they snatched it from him. Picked him so clean it’s a wonder they didn’t take his shoes and trunks along with everything else.”
Years later Cushman wrote a book called Muhammad Ali and the Greatest Heavyweight Generation. And though Tyrone was far from a heavyweight, Cushman decided to include a chapter about Everett. In it, he wrote that Everett’s promoter, J Russell Peltz happened to run into renowned Philly fixer (and Frank Sinatra buddy) Blinky Palermo a few days after the fight. Peltz asked him if he thought that the fight might have been fixed. Palermo responded, “You can buy Lou Tress for a cup of coffee.”
Everett handled the screw job well, bouncing back to win his next two fights and setting up a rematch with Escalara that was to take place in Puerto Rico. The fight never happened. 10 days after his last fight, Tyrone Everett was killed, shot through the head in South Philly.
On May 17th, 1979, a howling wind blew straight out to left in Wrigley Field, and it carried a lot of baseballs with it. By the time this historic game was done, there had been 45 runs scored, 50 hits, and 11 Home Runs. The two starting pitchers lasted 1/3 of an inning each. 11 pitchers were used, and there could have been plenty more runs scored: the two teams combined to leave 22 men on base. The game featured future postseason heroes (Tug McGraw and Willie Hernandez) and future postseason goats (Bill Buckner and Donnie Moore.) It was one of the wildest baseball games a Philly team has ever been involved in, in any sport. How well were the teams hitting? A Phillies pitcher (Randy Lerch) homered in the top of the first inning. In the bottom of the first, a Cubs pitcher (Moore) tripled.
The Phillies got off to an early lead, scoring 7 runs in the top of the first. The Cubs answered quickly, scoring 6 in the bottom of the first. But the Phillies were hitting out of their minds, and had a comfortable 21-9 lead going into the bottom of the 5th. The Cubs came roaring back, thanks to the exploits of Dave Kingman, who hit 3 home runs to keep the Cubs in the ballgame, and Bill Buckner, who had a grand slam and finished with 7 RBIs. After 9 innings, the two teams were tied at 22 apiece. In the 10th, Schmidt hit his 2nd home run of the game to give the Phillies the lead back, and Rawly Eastwick retired the side to end the game. Here’s the box score of the game.
Incredibly, the two teams had played in another slugfest 3 years earlier at Wrigley, with Schmidt’s 4 Homers propelling Philly to an 18-16 victory. And there was only one game in MLB history in which two teams scored more runs. Those two teams were the Chicago Cubs and the Philadelphia Phillies. The place was Wrigley Field. The only thing different from the other two games was the result: the Cubs won 26-23, in a game in August 1922.
Here’s a great 2009 NY Times article about the game. And MLB doesn’t allow embedding for some insane reason, but you can watch video highlights of the 23-22 slugfest here.
“You gotta know when to hold em, know when to fold em; know when to walk away, from a proposed Jockey underwear photo shoot.” I don’t know what Steve Carlton got paid for this 1977 Jockey ad, but it wasn’t enough. Oh well, it could have been worse: he could have come off looking like Jim “Snooki” Palmer. Nice tan, Jimbo.
With all these playoff hockey games going into overtime (13 of the last 14 nights had at least one), it just seems like we should take a look back at a game in Philadelphia sports history that required extra time. Call us lucky, or call us good; but on this day 38 years ago, the Phillies and Braves needed a bit more than 9 innings to decide a winner. In fact, they gave the 10,000 fans at Veterans Stadium 11 free innings of baseball; playing a total of 20 before the game was finally decided.
In that game, the Braves got out to an early lead in the top of the 3rd after Darrell “Howdy Doody” Evans hit a two-run double. The score remained 2-0 Braves until the 8th inning, when the Phillies got one with with an RBI single by second baseman Denny Doyle and then tied it up after Dusty Baker’s error on a line drive by Larry Bowa. Four more innings of scoreless baseball were played until the top of the 13th inning. Evans struck again with a 2 run HR off Bill Wilson to put the Braves up 4-2. However, the lead didn’t last as a few singles, a wild pitch and a sacrifice fly knotted the score at 4-4 in the bottom half of the inning. Six innings later, Denny Doyle led off the bottom of the 20th inning with a triple. After intentional walks to Greg Luzinski and Larry Bowa, pinch-hitter Jose Pagan (who was one day away from from his 38th birthday), came through with the game-winning sacrifice fly.
You can “relive” the game through BacktoBaseball.com’s game replay by clicking here. (As an aside, if BacktoBaseball altered its game replays to look like “Baseball” on Intellivision, I would never leave the computer.)
The box score from a 9 run, 20 inning game is bound to be ugly. The Phillies only managed 9 hits, while the Braves totaled 17 hits and left 27 men on base. There were also 5 total errors (the Phillies committed 4) and 2 blown saves. Evans, who knocked in all the Braves runs, didn’t get much help. Leadoff hitter Ralph Garr went 1 for 11 and Dusty Baker was 1 for 8. For the Phillies, rookie third baseman Mike Schmidt was 0-7 with 4Ks (what a bum) and Larry Bowa was 1 for 8.
The May 4, 1973 game is the second longest game (by innings played) in team history and is tied for the longest one in which the Phils came away with a victory. And we all remember who hit the walk-off double for the other 20 inning win. Winning.