Herb Score died Tuesday. He was 75 years old. It had been more than 10 years since he had called an Indians ballgame, but his death still hit me hard. He was very much on my mind Tuesday night when, for reasons that I cannot begin to explain, I found myself as the featured speaker at a singles club at a church. Someone asked what it was like growing up in Cleveland in the 1970s when, let’s face it, things weren’t all that great. Cleveland was a punchline. The sports teams were all lousy. The Cavaliers off-court entertainment was called “Fat guy eating beer cans,” which pretty succinctly described the act. The Indians were such a farce that sometimes the team bus had to drive around on the road to find a hotel that management had not stiffed on the bill. The city went bankrupt. It was said that you could walk across Lake Erie. The Cuyahoga River had only just stopped burning. The sky was smog. The snow was slush. The Winter of ‘77 was like Siberia with potholes. That was home.
And, I said, here’s what I believe: When you are growing up, you are raised by your parents, but also by your friends, your teachers, your faith, your neighbors, your city. At the end of the day, you are really raised by your hometown baseball announcer.
Herb Score was the Cleveland Indians radio announcer from 1968, the year after I was born, to 1997, which was the year the Indians lost to Florida in the World Series. His last game was Game 7, which was fitting because the Indians lost in heartbreaking style, a scene Herb relived many times, for most of his life.
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1. tribefan Posted: November 13, 2008 at 02:55 PM (#3008051)I hear you man...
Ahhh man. Shooty is really missing Bill King now.
Unfortunately, that means I was raised by Hawk Harrelson.
That would explain a lot, actually.
My worldview, thankfully, was not shaped by Jack Brickhouse.
########. I can understand the argument that his strikeout rate was too low that it was highly unlikely that he'd have a great career, but that was a pretty good rookie year. Outside of Aurelio Rodriguez, who was a good defender on that Tiger team? IIRC, his main catcher was Bruce Freakin' Kimm.
I was at the July 4th game in Baltimore in 1977 when Mark Fidrych first encountered arm trouble. Prior to that, his ERA for the year was 1.83. In his 1976 rookie year it was 2.34 with an ERA+ of 158. His money pitch was a hard sinker that resulted in one weakly hit ground ball after another, and he always had excellent control. I'm not sure exactly where the "luck" comes in.
One advantage that Fidrych did have was the deep grass on the Tiger infield. For a pitcher that kept his pitches down, that certainly helped. But other than A-Rod, he didn't have any other Gold Glove candidates out there.
Wayne Simpson is another might-have-been. He turns 60 years old next month. My God, where has the time gone.
At the end of the day, you are really raised by your hometown baseball announcer
At last, my passive-aggressive Oedipal issues with Richie Ashburn can be explained.
If they had panned out, they 1975 Reds could've won 120 games.
If you're raised by announcers, I was a latchkey kid, the Sox bouncing around from station to station with some truly godawful announcers (J.C. Martin, wooo) until they settled on Caray and Piersall.
Gullett was still pitching, and pitching great, for the 1975-76 Reds. It was just that he could only make 20 starts a year. Over those two years, he was 26-7 with a 2.67 ERA in 42 starts.
I need a drink.
Raised by Jack Buck. Can't complain about that. How about Johnny Beazley for the might-have-been list? 21-6 with a 162 ERA+ in 1942. I think the story is that while serving during WWII some commanding officer made him pitch game after game to entertain the troops, which resulted in injury.
Heck, as long as I'm thinking about flameout Cardinals, Rick Ankiel could be on there too.
Maybe it was good that we couldn't afford SportsVision and our cable cheat box wasn't that good. Joe McConnell, Early Wynn, Del Crandall, and Lorn Brown raised me right.
So that's the 25th best number for the 70s, and was put up by a rookie, in an era filled with Hall of Fame quality pitchers, many of who were in their primes. That's still pretty damn good, no matter how you look at it.
Visitation hours in Mass. suck!
I turned off the sound and listened to Vince Lloyd and Lou Boudreau, and they even made a Cubs loss (103 of them in 1966) sound great.
I miss them still.
See, not all broken homes are bad.
I grew up listening to Herb Score, which explains a lot about why I don't talk very much and I'm always slightly confused.
No, he remained distant, and I engaged in all manner of acting-out behavior in order to gain his attention. There were things I did that I regretted, but I'm sure there are all kinds of girls out there with daddy issues who can explain that to you.
I . . . I'm just not ready.
Bob Costas' brief visit to the household in the form of a barely audible broadcast (on KMOX?) of the ABA Spirits of St. Louis' first game might count for something, but by then I'd entered adolescence & was probably pretty immune to his influence.
This evoked the clearest, warmest vision of my potential future fatherhood I have ever experienced.
Somebody mentioned that Ankiel was on the verge of his 30th birthday this season on a Cardinals forum I frequent. I knew he was close in the back of my head, but seeing it written blew me away. It was a decade ago that he was the single best pitching prospect in baseball and striking out 10 batters per 9 innings in the majors without being able to legally drink. Still breaks my heart a little to think about what happened to him, though his incredible transition as a legit Major League outfielder has softened that blow.
Ahhhhhhhh, Joe McConnell...best Bears PBP ever. Man, did he have a great excited style of calling a game.
Steve Dalkowski, Jim Creighton...
A quick check of bbref reveals that 9.0+ Ks per nine innings in a season has been accomplished 119 times since Herb Score. He's kind of like the Roger Bannister of strikeout pitchers...
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