GREAT MOMENTS IN STRAT
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300 Wins in One Strat-O-Matic League
It
was the privilege of the Gentlemen’s Base Ball League managers to be on hand a
few nights ago to witness a historic event, as Roger “The Rocket” Clemens
posted his 300th career win. This is his 21st season in the league and his 16th
as a member of the Zurich Zephyrs. He spent his first five campaigns toiling
for the charter member Brooklyn Excelsiors, and fate
would have it that the old master beat the same Excelsiors,
3-2, for his landmark victory. He fanned 10 batters in 7-2/3 innings,
before he turned the game over to an effectively wild Mariano Rivera, who
struck out no one and walked four in his 1-1/3 innings of relief. Clemens
brought his season record to a respectable 13-10, which has been a nice
turnaround after his 9-13 slate last year, the only year he didn't win at least
11 games.
It was
his 707th career start, and he is just 8-2/3 innings short of 5,000
innings pitched. He has whiffed 4,811 batters in his storied career. He never
won more than 19 games in any season. To put his achievement in some sort of
perspective, the second most wins on the career list belong to Kevin Brown who has
won 204 games. The “retired” Curt Schilling (203) and also “retired” Greg Maddux (202) are right behind Brown.
It is
especially poignant that Clemens was released by the Zephyrs after his
eighteenth season, and he endured two long years of intense conditioning
under the watchful eye of an obscure trainer named Brian McNamee,
before he was drafted by the Zephyrs to extend his career. In an era
marred by accusations of steroid use and other performance enhancing drugs, it
is refreshing to see a standup guy like Clemens persevere and ultimately
succeed by doing things the right way. He will humbly explain the value of hard
work to anyone who will listen, but he does not beat anyone over the head with
his beliefs. He is a ballplayer's ballplayer and a man's man.
Whereas
the Excelsiors’ Barry Bonds saw his home park renamed
BALCO Ballpark after he surpassed Henry Aaron's all-time home run record, the
Zephyrs renamed their stadium Honorable Great Hero Park, or as some call it,
HGH. No one would disagree that Clemens is deserving of this accolade.
Lastly,
some observers still marvel at the trade that brought Clemens to
Such are
the fortunes of baseball.
Rick
Zaborsky,
Fantastic Finish
My
cousin introduced me to Strat-O-Matic in 1965. I was immediately hooked and
still can recall Don Pavletich’s three two-run
homeruns in that debut game to beat me.
My first set was based on the 1965
season and my inaugural game was in
Rico (The Beeg
Boy) Carty, number 43, stepped into the box as a
pinch-hitter. Osteen gets the sign from Roseboro, into the windup,
deals, it's a 5-5 Homerun 1-10 Fly LF 11-20. Oh, my, what's it gonna be, it's going, going, it's a 10, I don't believe it,
Carty has gone yard and the Braves win 1-0.
Over the years, I can remember
a few no-hit gems, I’ve seen a bunch, some of them coming from unusual names: Bob
Priddy, Whitey Ford, Sandy Koufax,
Tony Cloninger (twice), Ed Figueroa, Nolan Ryan ( one
combined with Tug McGraw, one completed), Catfish Hunter, Fergie
Jenkins, Al Downing, Billy McCool just to name a few.
In ‘83, Fernado
fanned 17 Phillies and threw 8 innings of no-hit ball
only to surrender a dinger to Mike Schmidt in a 2-1 loss!
Scott G.,
Vander Meer
Knows Something About No-Hitters
I
played my first Strat-O-Matic game in 1965. Until
About
the only memorable events in games I have not had while play
SOM are a perfect game and a four-homer game by one batter.
Mike Sanders,
After 3,000 Games, it Comes
Down to One Roll
The
Greatest Night In My Strat
History- I have played beyond 3,000 games and have never had the satisfaction
of throwing a no-hitter or hitting for the cycle. Come close I have, but never
could close the door. I had just gotten home from finishing another semester of
nursing school, my arch rival was set to meet me at my
house at
I
felt an extra energy in the air. The 1st game was a thunderous rainout as I
pounded the skies with shot after shot on my way to a 17-2 victory. With Ichiro
Suzuki a chance in the 8th to hit for the cycle, he needed a double but did not
get it. I then said, “Next game a no-hitter, it’s my night.” I was up against a
“Bronx Bombers”-type lineup: Pujols, Ortiz, C. Jones,
Mauer, A-Rod. Oh, yeah, his park is HR 1-18 both ways. The pitcher was Roy Oswalt,
whose card is not that great, a big hit on 5-7 which usually is a bad hit to
have on a pitcher’s card.
Pitch
after pitch and there were no hits as we reached the 7th, single on a 1-8,
doesn’t get it. I am having a hard time breathing as
my pulse and respirations are increased. Sweat was pouring from Oswalt’s head and the same for me, my opponent Al Maier
glaring at me speechless as with each roll our eyes became completely fixed on
those three small dice. Owalt breezes through the 8th,
striking out the side. One inning away from something I’ve
never felt. The next inning will go down in the archives.
I
am now standing and pacing. Al is in disbelief that his powerful Copperhead
lineup was being no-hit by Oswalt. The first two
hitters were retired easily and then he looked to his bench to find a stud
pinch hitter Edgar Renteria, who hit .332 last year. Here it was, one pitch away, I rolled the dice only to
see them come up 2-7 -- my heart rate now at 130 as he spits out Single 1-14.
The 20-sided dice is already in the air and as it settles in I see that he
rolled a 17 and my first no-no was complete. I jumped for joy and celebrated
like any crazy Strat player would. It was a classic
moment. The true Strat man that Al is, he asked me if it would be all right if we cancelled the
rest of the Strat night and he go home. I shook his
hand and said have a good one. Thank you, Strat for
allowing me to feel such JOY, never mind that I called it.
James Grigaitis,