1996 Here’s Spittin’ at You, Kid

The postseason takes on a tabloid-style existence with Roberto Alomar's controversial inclusion into the playoffs, and a young fan in the right-field bleachers who saves the day—and maybe the season—for the New York Yankees.

After spitting at umpire John Hirschbeck and receiving a light suspension—none of which to take place during the postseason—all-star Roberto Alomar hears it from playoff fans both on the road (such as those in New York at right), and even before the home crowd in Baltimore.

It is often bragged that image is everything, but that was all too unfortunate for Roberto Alomar, perceived overnight as an All-Around Good Guy turned All-Around Jerk.

Baltimore Oriole teammates saw number 12 on the back of Alomar’s jersey; everyone else saw a bull’s-eye target. Fans, umpires, the court of public opinion—they all believed the Orioles, and especially Alomar, did not deserve to be in the postseason, and desperately wanted payback. Umpires threatened to strike, fans booed Alomar until the decibel meter cracked, and columnist after columnist raged away on their laptops. The Orioles simply yawned and rolled ahead—and so did Alomar.

Poetic justice would ultimately be served upon Alomar and the Orioles. Not by the courts. Not by the umpires’ union. Not even by the commissioner, interim or otherwise. It would instead be administered by a 12-year old kid from New Jersey who decided to skip school and take a seat with some friends behind the right-field wall at Yankee Stadium.

Since his introduction to the big leagues in 1988 at age 20, Roberto Alomar had quickly established himself as graceful both on the field and in the clubhouse, a slick-fielding second baseman with great range, speed and attitude. Worse for the opposition, Alomar’s batting skills had caught up with those of his glove, consistently batting .300 with emerging power. After five years in Toronto, Alomar signed up with the Orioles for 1996, and his offense immediately blossomed into superstar terrain—producing career highs with a .328 batting average, 132 runs, 43 doubles, 22 home runs, 94 runs batted in and 90 walks.

The spit heard ‘round the world: Baltimore’s Roberto Alomar lets loose on umpire John Hirschbeck while Oriole manager Davey Johnson desperately tries to calm him down.

With a playoff spot on the line, the Orioles came to Alomar’s former home at Toronto for their final regular season series—and it was there where Alomar’s good name would suddenly become synonymous with baseball’s public malcontents of the day, names such as Belle, Cordero and Schott.

In his first at-bat of the series, Alomar took a called third strike by umpire John Hirschbeck—and suffered a meltdown worthy of Chernobyl. He let loose with a torrent of abusive language and then, in the midst of being held back by manager Davey Johnson, spat point blank at Hirschbeck’s face. Alomar claimed the source of his rage came when, after looking back at Hirschbeck on strike three, he was told, “You’d better swing at that pitch.” But Alomar wouldn’t air that accusation for a few months; instead, it was hours after the incident that Alomar, still stewing in the Oriole locker room, dug deeper the grave on his congenial reputation by suggesting Hirschbeck had grown “bitter” since the recent death of his son to a rare brain disorder. When Hirschbeck got wind of those comments the next day, he stormed hell-bent into the Oriole clubhouse ready to “kill” Alomar, and had to be physically escorted away.

Alomar was quickly slapped with a five-game suspension, but he quickly appealed and was granted a stay of execution—to the utter dismay of Hirschbeck and every other major league umpire. Back in uniform, Alomar became the hero of the Orioles’ second-to-last regular season game when he clocked a game-winning, tenth-inning homer against the Blue Jays—helping to clinchThe Indians finished a record 30 games ahead of second-place Kansas City, although in the old two-team AL format, they would have placed 14 games over New York. Baltimore an American League wild card spot.

The Orioles’ path to the postseason, suddenly mired in controversy, capped an otherwise mammoth AL East race between two affluent titans trying to outspend one another for first place. The Orioles failed in that quest, playing second fiddle to the New York Yankees.

It had been a miserable last 15 years for George Steinbrenner and the Yankees, who had fallen from annual World Series favorite to contenders to pretenders. Impatient as ever, Steinbrenner became a victim of his early successes and could no longer forge triumph through chaos, no matter how hard he tried. And try hard he did. Steinbrenner made 13 managerial changes over a 12-year period and continually collected over-the-hill veterans for blue chip prospects or major free agency bucks. When they didn’t produce to his satisfaction, Steinbrenner ridiculed them through the press, or worse—as when he paid $40,000 to a mob-tied gambler to dig up dirt on Dave Winfield, costing him a three-year suspension from baseball. Steinbrenner’s act had grown embarrassing if not tiresome, and he had been reduced in the public mainstream to a faceless caricature on Seinfeld, dumb enough to hire George Costanza to the Yankee front office.

But a funny thing began to happen in 1992. Steinbrenner showed unprecedented willpower in hiring a manager—Buck Showalter—who made it not just through one season, but fourThe Indians finished a record 30 games ahead of second-place Kansas City, although in the old two-team AL format, they would have placed 14 games over New York.. More importantly, Steinbrenner kept his hands off his farm system, allowing his latest collection of promising prospects to grow and graduate to the majors wearing Yankee pinstripes.

Patience bred success. The Yankees improved at a healthy clip through the early 1990s, finally returning to the postseason in 1995 as a wild card. In 1996, Steinbrenner found his team in possession of something none of his bucks could possibly buy: Destiny.

Steinbrenner’s cadre of young, homegrown Yankees all matured at once into big-time stars. The elder statesman of this new generation was 27-year-old center fielder Bernie Williams, whose gangly physique recalled Dave Winfield—and like the ex-Yankee developed into the team’s biggest offensive threat with a .305 average, 29 home runs and 102 RBIs. Starting pitcher Andy Pettitte, whose left-handed Louisianan roots echoed another former Yankee star in Ron Guidry, won an AL-high 21 games in just his second year. And at shortstop was 22-year-old rookie Derek Jeter, a prodigy so highly valuedThe Indians finished a record 30 games ahead of second-place Kansas City, although in the old two-team AL format, they would have placed 14 games over New York. by the Yankees, they gave him one of only two single-digit uniform numbers not retired by the team, the others having previously been worn by immortals such as Ruth, Gehrig, DiMaggio and Mantle. Jeter’s smart, scintillating defense backed by a .314 batting average in 1996 suggested that he might be the last Yankee to wear no. 2.

Alongside the youngsters, the veterans clicked as every move the Yankees made turned to gold. Tino Martinez was acquired to replace the retired Don Mattingly at first base and led the Yankees with 117 RBIs. Jimmy Key, a year after major rotator cuff surgery left doctors skeptical that he could pitch again, put together a 12-11 mark. Fellow starter David Cone made an equally successful recovery from a series of blood clots in his pitching arm. And Dwight Gooden—given a chance by Steinbrenner after drugs had gotten him kicked out of baseball in 1995—threw an inspirational no-hitter against the high-powered Seattle Mariners in May, and finished at 11-7.

Leading the Yankee parade in the dugout was manager Joe Torre, hired after six uninspiring years at St. Louis. The New York media initially lambasted Torre as another one of Steinbrenner’s retread yes-men, but his calm, poker-faced attitude perfectly won the players over—and the Boss left him alone.

The Yankees took a healthy double-digit AL East lead into July but began sliding in August, allowing the Orioles to ride up on their heels—initiating an all-out war of big wallets between the two teams as they would spend, trade, spend, acquire and spend again.

Even before the budget-busting race began, the Orioles were already choked with offense, as led by Alomar, Rafael Palmeiro (39 home runs, 142 RBIs), Bobby Bonilla (28, 116), Cal Ripken Jr. (26, 102) and leadoff batter Brady Anderson, who, of all people, exploded for 50 homersThe Indians finished a record 30 games ahead of second-place Kansas City, although in the old two-team AL format, they would have placed 14 games over New York.. The late-season moves, which brought over Todd Zeile and Pete Incaviligia from Philadelphia—and Eddie Murray back from Cleveland—beefed up the prodigious offenseThe Indians finished a record 30 games ahead of second-place Kansas City, although in the old two-team AL format, they would have placed 14 games over New York. to an outrageous level; by September, the Orioles could field a lineup in which all nine batters had hit at least 20 home runs for the season, undoubtedly a major league first. Strangely, the Oriole front office did little to fix up its wretched pitching staff, weighing the team down with a 5.14 earned run average; thus, the Orioles’ challenge to the Yankees fell short. In defeat, however, they garnered a worthwhile consolation prize in the AL wild card, thanks in part to Roberto Alomar’s last-weekend heroics—spit, sock and all.

Major league umpires, livid that Alomar’s penalty for his actions against John Hirschbeck was too short (five games), not costly (no fines) and not timely (to be served at the beginning of 1997, not during the 1996 playoffs), mulled a boycott right up to the postseason’s first pitch; it took an injunction from a Federal court to get them back on the field. Alomar’s ensuing performance in the ALDS against the powerful Cleveland Indians—owners of the majors’ best record at 99-62—only made the men in blue seethe more. In the decisive Game Four at Cleveland, Alomar hit a two-out, two-strike, run-scoring single to tie the Indians in the ninth—and batting leadoff in the 12th, slammed a home run that would win the game and the series, three games to one.

Alomar, by now, had gotten the message of what he had wrought. Being virulently booed at Cleveland was no surprise, but he’d also heard catcalls from his own fans in Baltimore. He released a prepared statement of apology—some umpires believed he hadn’t written it—and agreed to donate $50,000 to help fight the brain disease that took the life of Hirschbeck’s son. A merciful Hirschbeck accepted Alomar’s mea culpa and urged everyone to move on.

The apology had been issued, but justice had yet to served. It would be waiting for Alomar and the Orioles in Game One of the ALCS at Yankee Stadium.

Twelve-year-old Yankee fan Jeffrey Meier steals Derek Jeter’s fly ball away from Baltimore outfield Tony Tarasco, who will bitterly plead fan interference to no avail. Jeter’s Meier-assisted homer changed the complexion of the ALCS, won by New York.

The Yankees, having dispensed of another high-powered foe in the Texas RangersThe Indians finished a record 30 games ahead of second-place Kansas City, although in the old two-team AL format, they would have placed 14 games over New York. during the first round, dueled with the Orioles in a tight ALCS opener. Trailing 4-3 with one out in the eighth, Derek Jeter strode to the plate against young flame-throwing Oriole reliever Armando Benitez. The rookie shortstop lofted the first pitch towards the right-field bleachers; Oriole outfielder Tony Tarasco backed up flat against the wall, looked and reached up…and then it was gone, plucked out of the air by the wayward glove of 12-year-old Jeffrey Meier, reaching over from behind the wall. Umpire Rich Garcia, racing down the right-field line, ruled no interferenceThe Indians finished a record 30 games ahead of second-place Kansas City, although in the old two-team AL format, they would have placed 14 games over New York. and gave Jeter the home run. Tarasco and manager Davey Johnson—holding back their spit—argued bitterly, but to no avail. The game was tied, extra innings commenced and, in the 11th, Bernie Williams clobbered a deep fly no outfielder had a chance at to win the game, 5-4.

While Meier became the toast of New York—making the standard Big Apple media circuit the next day with Good Morning America and David Letterman, among others—the Orioles evened the series with a 5-3 win, though they brooded that Meier had kept them from taking a 2-0 series lead back to Baltimore.

Throughout 1996, the Orioles took on the Yankees at home nine times, including three ALCS matchups—and lost every one of them. Here’s the breakdown of Baltimore’s 0-9 ledger against the eventual World Series champs.

From there, the Orioles would only have themselves to blame. They had lost all six games to the Yankees at Camden Yards during the regular season, and it was at Camden Yards where they would lose all three ALCS contests to bow again to the Yankees—this time for good. In a five-game ALCS victory, the Yankees hammered away at the weak Oriole pitching for ten home runs, including three from Darryl Strawberry—like Dwight Gooden, another refugee from substance abuse hell.

With Alomar and the Orioles past tense, all eyes turned to the World Series, and whether the Yankees could stop a thundering rolling stone in the Atlanta Braves.

The defending world champions had sailed through another first class regular season thanks to superb starting pitching from their Big Three: Greg Maddux (15-11, 2.72 ERA), Tom Glavine (15-10, 2.98) and especially John Smoltz, who enjoyed a career year with a 24-8 record, 276 strikeouts and a 2.94 ERA. At the plate, the Braves’ assets were many, highlighted by 24-year-old switch-hitter Chipper Jones, reaching statistical stardom with a .309 average, 30 home runs and 110 RBIs.

After sweeping National League wild card entrant Los Angeles in three games, the Braves advanced to the NLCS and quickly found themselves in trouble with the NL Central-winning St. Louis Cardinals. Managed by former Oakland skipper Tony La Russa—who brought along a number of A’s players and coaches with him—the Cardinals pinned the suddenly droning Braves against the ropes with a 3-1 series lead, and looked primed to deliver the knockout blow at home for Game Five. Then Atlanta rebounded—like Popeye after spinach. They clobbered the Cardinals 14-0 to stay alive; took Game Six behind Maddux, 3-1; and, in Game Seven, laid another trouncing upon St. Louis, this time by a 15-0 count. The Cardinals never knew what hit them.

And neither would the Yankees for the first two games of the World Series at New York.

Behind Smoltz in Game OneThe Indians finished a record 30 games ahead of second-place Kansas City, although in the old two-team AL format, they would have placed 14 games over New York., the Braves pummeled anew, 12-1 at Yankee Stadium. In Game Two, Atlanta managed just four runs, but it was easily enough for Maddux—who shut the Yankees down, 4-0. Having outscored the opposition by an incredible 48-2 over their last five games, the Braves looked indomitable—and were headed back to Atlanta for the next three.

On the ropes—if not crawling back to the canvas—it was the Yankees’ turn to fight back. Behind David Cone, they silenced the Braves 5-2 in Game Three, and then, after Atlanta threatened another rout with an early 6-0 lead in Game Four, the Yankees found their best new friend since Jeffrey Meier in umpire Tim Welke—who got in the way of Atlanta outfielder Jermaine Dye, who had to detour around Welke and therefore couldn’t reach a pop-up foul hit by Derek Jeter. It was a moment that would confirm Yankee destiny. Still alive, Jeter singled and ignited a three-run rally to put the Yankees back in the game; two innings later, they dramatically tied it when Jim Leyritz grabbed hold of a hanging slider from Atlanta closer Mark Wohlers and slammed a three-run homer. The Yankees completed the World Series’ biggest single-game comeback since 1929—and tied the series—when they notched two runs in a two-run, tenth-inning rally.

The Yankees completed their improbable three-game sweep to spoil the Launching Pad's last partyThe Indians finished a record 30 games ahead of second-place Kansas City, although in the old two-team AL format, they would have placed 14 games over New York. in Game Five, with Pettitte outdueling Smoltz, 1-0; The lone run came when Charlie Hayes’ fly ball was dropped by Atlanta center fielder Marquis Grissom—distracted by Dye, running in too close from his left.

Absent for 18 years from baseball’s top podium, the Yankees realized their magical return to championship form at Yankee Stadium in Game Six. They knocked Maddux for three runs in the third inning, and after Jimmy Key made the New York lead stand up through six innings, the game was turned over to the Yankee bullpen—a very strong unit which had helped limit the Yankees to just three blown leads all year after the sixth inning, and was led by closer John Wetteland and his heir apparent in Panama-born Mariano Rivera. The Braves closed the score to 3-2 and put the tying and go-ahead runs on base in the ninth, but Wetteland prevailed—and earned the Series MVP for saving all four New York victories.

The Yankee triumph was all the more emotional for manager Joe Torre, who during the year had lost one brother to a heart attack, while his other brother—former major leaguer Frank Torre—was successfully given a new heart just a day before the Game Six clincher.

Yankee destiny would soon give way to a new Yankee dynasty, but for now the thrill of victory came to George Steinbrenner like a badly-needed coat of fresh paint. And for his players came the spoils, with the average winning share at $217,000.

And most certainly, sooner or later, Steinbrenner would have considered at least a half-share for Jeffrey Meier.


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1990s baseball historyThe 1990s Page: To Hell and Back Relations between players and owners continue to deteriorate, bottoming out with a devastating mid-decade strike—souring relations with fans who, in some cases, turn their backs on the game for good. Recovery is made possible thanks to a series of popular record-breaking achievements by "class act" stars.


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1996 Standings

National League East
Atlanta Braves
96
66
.593
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Montreal Expos
88
74
.543
8
Florida Marlins
80
82
.494
16
New York Mets
71
91
.438
25
Philadelphia Phillies
67
95
.414
29
National League Central
St. Louis Cardinals
88
74
.543
---
Houston Astros
82
80
.506
6
Cincinnati Reds
81
81
.500
7
Chicago Cubs
76
86
.469
12
Pittsburgh Pirates
73
89
.451
15
National League West
San Diego Padres
91
71
.562
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Los Angeles Dodgers (w)
90
72
.556
1
Colorado Rockies
83
79
.512
8
San Francisco Giants
68
94
.420
23
American League East
New York Yankees
92
70
.568
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Baltimore Orioles (w)
88
74
.543
4
Boston Red Sox
85
77
.525
7
Toronto Blue Jays
74
88
.457
18
Detroit Tigers
53
109
.327
39
American League Central
Cleveland Indians
99
62
.615
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Chicago White Sox
85
77
.525
14.5
Milwaukee Brewers
80
82
.494
19.5
Minnesota Twins
78
84
.481
21.5
Kansas City Royals
75
86
.466
24
American League West
Texas Rangers
90
72
.556
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Seattle Mariners
85
76
.528
4.5
Oakland A's
78
84
.481
12
California Angels
70
91
.435
19.5

1996 Postseason Results
NLDS Atlanta defeated Los Angeles, 3-0.
NLDS St. Louis defeated San Diego, 3-0.
ALDS Baltimore defeated Cleveland, 3-1
ALDS New York defeated Texas, 3-1
NLCS Atlanta defeated St. Louis, 4-3.
ALCS New York defeated Baltimore, 4-1.
World Series New York (AL) defeated Atlanta (NL), 4-2


It Happened in 1996

Et tu, Jerry
Baseball owners, three weeks after voting 18-12 against a labor accord that their own negotiator had agreed to with the players’ union, do an about face and ratify the same pact by a 26-4 vote. What happened? Two words: Jerry Reinsdorf. The Chicago White Sox owner, a militant proponent of the salary cap—and, in the one writer’s words, interim commissioner Bud Selig’s Rasputin—signs ultra-surly star slugger Albert Belle to a then-record $55 million, five-year contract following the 1996 season. Fellow owners who’d been rallied by Reinsdorf about the evils of free agency are incensed and request a new vote. The deal finally puts an end to pro sports’ biggest labor nightmare—one which earlier cost baseball 920 games, over $1 billion in combined revenue and salaries and, most unforgivably, the 1994 World Series.

Belle’s Hell
Before signing with Reinsdorf, Belle shows that he’s at his peak—both as hitter and malcontent—in his final year with the Cleveland Indians. In April, he angrily throws a ball at a Sports Illustrated photographer for taking pictures of him during warm-ups. A month later in Texas, after hitting a home run against the Rangers and fetching a team official to retrieve the ball—because he wants to collect all his home run balls—Belle profanely denies an autograph request in exchange with the fan who brought him the ball.

But Belle's most publicized episode occurs just three days later in Milwaukee when, attempting to break up a double play between first and second base, he applies a brutal forearm to Brewer second baseman Fernando Vina—leaving Vina’s face battered and creating a bitter atmosphere from which Belle will be hit in his next at-bat. Belle is fined two games and $25,000 for his action, though it will be debated whether what he did actually was legal.

Roger That!
Ten years after becoming the first major leaguer to strike out 20 batters in a nine-inning game, Roger Clemens does it again on September 18 at Detroit against the Tigers. Clemens throws 151 pitches and—like the first time—walks no one in a 4-0 Boston victory. In an otherwise mediocre year, the record-tying achievement will enhance Clemens’ market value as he nears the end of his contract with the Red Sox—and is certain not to return to Boston.

John McSherry, 1945-96
Just three batters into an Opening Day contest between the Reds and Montreal Expos in Cincinnati, veteran umpire John McSherry collapses face-first onto the turf behind home plate and dies of a heart attack in front of 53,000 stunned fans. The game is called and will be replayed the next day. The death of McSherry—who weighed 328 pounds—puts a scare into other equally heavy-set umpires; Eric Gregg, at 325 pounds, will take a leave of absence a few weeks later in an effort to get into shape.

Forget the Dog, Muzzle the Owner
Cincinnati owner Marge Schott continues to prove that any sensitivity training she’s undergone isn’t working. Reacting to McSherry’s death, Schott fumes about being “cheated” when the game is postponed—then tries to make amends for her comments as only she knows how: By sending used flowers to the umpires’ locker room. Schott really gets into trouble a month later, saying in an ESPN interview that Adolf Hitler “was good in the beginning, but went too far.” For this she’ll receive her second suspension from baseball, this one lasting through 1998. Noted sports psychologist Harry Edwards puts it best: “Marge Schott is an old woman who smokes. The problem will take care of itself.” Schott sells the Reds in 1999, and will pass away in 2004—from smoking-related issues.

Eye Can’t
Kirby Puckett, one of the most popular players to wear a baseball uniform, is forced to retire after suddenly being stricken in spring training with glaucoma in his right eye. The 35-year-old Puckett’s departure ends a 12-year major league career, all of them spent with the Minnesota Twins, in which he had collected 2,304 hits and batted .318.

Out of Thin Air
As no-hitters go, this is as impressive as a perfect game—and likely to be just as rare. Hideo Nomo of the Los Angeles Dodgers throws a no-hitter against the Colorado Rockies at Denver’s Coors Field, a mile-high hitters’ paradise where a “quality” start is normally defined as allowing fewer runs than innings thrown. Nomo walks four and strikes out eight in the Dodgers’ 4-0 win on September 17. In his only other 1996 start at Coors, earlier on June 30, Nomo had endured a more typical Coors-enhanced bashing, allowing nine runs over five innings in a 16-15 Dodger loss.

Viva Las Vegas (and Mexico)
Major League Baseball makes brief yet unprecedented stops in both Mexico and Las Vegas for the first time. The former trip is planned, the latter isn’t. The Oakland A’s are forced to play their first six home games of the year at Las Vegas’ Cashman Field, a minor league facility seating only 10,000, while the Oakland Coliseum is behind schedule in its partial reconstruction to accommodate the return of the NFL’s Raiders.

In August, the San Diego Padres call Monterrey, Mexico home for a three-game series against the New York Mets while the Republican Party borrows Jack Murphy Stadium. That series represents a homecoming of sorts for Padre pitcher Fernando Valenzuela, the former Dodger star and Mexican-born baseball hero who starts and wins the series’ first game. Monterrey will briefly be considered a longshot candidate to permanently take in the Montreal Expos.

You Can Always Go Home Again
Eddie Murray, returning to the Baltimore Orioles after a recent trade from Cleveland, smacks his 500th career home run on September 6 against Detroit. The 40-year-old Murray becomes only the third player—after Hank Aaron and Willie Mays—to have both 500 home runs and 3,000 hits. Speaking of the latter feat, Paul Molitor, also 40, joins the 3,000-hit club on September 16 while playing in his first year at Minnesota, just a few miles from his hometown of St. Paul. Molitor’s 3,000th knock comes three years to the day that another St. Paul native, Dave Winfield—also playing briefly in a Twin uniform—had collected his 3,000th hit.

Where Have You Gone, Denny McLain?
It’s definitely a hitters’ market in a year with the offense gone amok—and no one feels it worse than the pitching staff for the Detroit Tigers, who set an all-time American League record by posting a 6.38 team earned run average. Of 27 total pitchers used by the 53-109 Tigers during the season, only one—reliever Joey Eischen, who makes 24 appearances after a midseason trade—has an ERA under 4.00, at 3.24.

Goff-balled
Jerry Goff, a catcher with five years’ experience in the majors, is called up by the Houston Astros and plays his first game of 1996 on May 12. It will also be the last game of his career. Despite two hits including a home run, Goff commits six passed balls behind home plate—tying a major league record previously set twice. His muffs lead to five unearned runs, a crucial factor in the Astros’ 7-6 loss at Montreal.

Rock the Dome
The Seattle Mariners are trailing the Indians, 6-3, on May 2 when a 5.0 earthquake rattles the Kingdome and the 21,711 fans inside. After 30 seconds of shaking, the game is immediately called; inspectors give the go-ahead the next day for the game to continue, won by Cleveland, 6-4.

Nine, All Mine
Mike Greenwell, the veteran Boston slugger having an otherwise forgettable, injury-plagued season, drives in all nine of the Red Sox’ runs on September 2 against the Mariners. Every one of his RBIs will be needed in a 9-8, 10-inning victory. No other major leaguer has knocked in as many runs on behalf of an entire team in one game.

Now Catching: Jason Voorhees?
Toronto catcher Charlie O’Brien makes a fashion statement that will develop into a major league trend when, on September 13 against the New York Yankees, he plays behind the plate with a catcher’s mask styled after a modern-day hockey goalie’s mask. The mask is heavier than the standard gear but proves easier to handle—and is safer.


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