New
York Post
August 16, 2000 |
Tribute
to Whitey Ford
By Marty Appel
There was no
truth to the oft-repeated story that after clinching the Eastern League
pennant for Binghamton
in 1949, 20-year old Whitey Ford
wrote to Casey Stengel and said, “Bring me up and I’ll win
the pennant for you too.”
What he did do was call the legendary scout who had signed him, Paul
Krichell, and make the suggestion to him.
But the story
would become part of the emerging Ford legend, because it seemed to
capture the essence
of the
cocky, self-assured kid from
Queens, who would come to epitomize the style and polish of the Yankees
for nearly two decades. He would be known as “Slick” to his
teammates, particularly to his best friend, the blond slugger from Oklahoma
who was a bit of a hick. Fellow named Mantle.
Before Whitey
took his place with the Yankees, only Lou Gehrig and Phil Rizzuto (both
also signed
by Krichell) had
come from the New York
streets to star for the Yankees. Whitey, (nicknamed by his Binghamton
manager Lefty Gomez), was really one of us. His father worked for Con
Ed, his mother was a bookkeeper for the local A&P, and he played
stickball in Astoria and hardball for a team called the Thirty-Fourth
Avenue Boys. He went to dilapidated Manhattan Aviation High because they
had a baseball team and local Bryant High didn’t.
“I had a perfect attendance record at Aviation,” he says, “but
it was only because of baseball. I hated that school. We were all supposed
to become aircraft mechanics, and not one of us did.”
Eddie Ford played first base on the glass-strewn, grassless diamond
under the 59th Street Bridge, but his 18-0 record as a pitcher in the
Queens-Nassau summer league, with the Thirty-Fourth Avenue Boys, led
to his Yankee contract and a $7,000 signing bonus. He was working in
the mailroom for Equitable Life when the offer came.
“The Yankees?” he thought. “I’d
have taken whatever they offered. But the Giants called while Krichell
was in our
house and offered $6,500. So he had to go to $7,000 and he hated doing
it.”
Krichell, after all, was the one who had turned Whitey from a first
baseman into a pitcher after watching him at a tryout camp.
Armed with a meager working-class wardrobe, Whitey began his pro career
in Butler, Pa., where he went 13-4 and already exhibited the good control
and crafty pitch assortment that would be his ticket to success. He was
never going to be overpowering, but he was as slick on the mound as he
was in the clubhouse and he would eventually get as high as 209 strikeouts
in a season without ever owning an awesome fastball.
At 5’10” and
180 pounds, he would in fact become the only pitcher of the 20th century
under six
feet to make the Hall of Fame.
He rolled off
a 51-20 minor league mark, went to spring training with the big club
in 1950, and then got
called
up from Kansas City in late
June. This was Stengel’s second year as manager of the Yankees,
with the team gunning for a second straight world championship. Joe DiMaggio,
Tommy Henrich, Joe Page and George Stirnweiss were among his teammates.
The mound staff was headed by a trio of intimidating veterans, Allie
Reynolds, Vic Raschi, and Eddie Lopat, who, as a blond and crafty lefthander,
most resembled Ford in look and style.
Stengel was cautious
with Ford, as he would be throughout the ‘50s.
At first he only started him against second division clubs. And before
long, Whitey had a 9-0 record, coming within three of the team (and league)
rookie record for consecutive wins, set by the Yanks’ Atley Donald
11 years earlier. But in the final week of the season, brought in to
relieve Lopat in a game against the Philadelphia Athletics, Whitey gave
up a homer to Sam Chapman and was tagged with the 8-7 loss.
It would be the
next-to-last victory of Connie Mack’s 53-year
managing career. His first victory had come in 1894 when he had managed
against the likes of Cap Anson and King Kelly.
The Yankees jumped off to a three-games- to-none lead against the Phillies
in the 1950 World Series, and Stengel handed the ball to his rookie southpaw
for Game Four. Cool as any streetwise New York kid could be, he went
out and beat the Phils without allowing an earned run, and the Yankees
had their second world championship in a row.
“Where do the Yankees keep finding these guys?” asked
one frustrated American League official.
The answer in this case, of course, was 34th Avenue in Queens, which
New York City ought to get around to renaming one of these days in honor
of the best local pitcher to ever star in his own hometown.
Although the
Baseball Writers Association would name Walt Dropo as its Rookie of
the Year for 1950,
The Sporting
News, the “Bible
of Baseball,” polled 220 baseball writers and named Whitey its
Rookie of the Year, as he drew 94 first place votes to Dropo’s
66. It was quite an honor for the mid-season callup, but the glamour
would be short-lived, as Whitey was called into the Army just weeks later,
reporting to Ft. Dix in New Jersey for a two-year hitch. Mostly, he played
Army baseball, and managed to avoid assignment to the Korean Theater.
He would miss the ’51 and ’52 championship seasons but he
would be reminded of his Yankee connections when he threw out the first
pitch of the ’51 season while on a pass, or when he married his
longtime girlfriend and neighbor Joan Foran on April 14, 1951. Then,
the entire team got on a bus and attended the reception at Donahue’s
bar on Steinway Street. The one exception – Mickey Mantle. The
19-year old rookie, not knowing Ford and embarrassingly shy, stayed on
the bus. Whitey eventually went onto the bus and invited him in – the
first meeting of the two men who would go into the Hall of Fame together
23 years and more than a few Ballantine beers later.
Whitey and Joan, now approaching their 50th anniversary, had three
children, Sally Ann, Eddie and Tommy. Eddie was a number one draft pick
of the Red Sox but never got to the big leagues. Tommy, tragically, died
last year after being bitten by a tick in the Hamptons.
Whitey himself
has been no stranger to close brushes with death, but he’s one tough survivor. He lost 40 pounds to amoebic dysentery
while pitching in Mexico one winter and spent three weeks in the hospital
when he got back to New York. He fell out of a tree while he was in the
Army. He had circulation problems while still pitching in the ‘60s.
He developed heart problems in the ‘70s. He nearly choked to death
during a party in his Ft. Lauderdale apartment in the ‘80s, saved
by his old teammate Frank Verdi who pounded on his chest. In recent years,
he has quietly battled cancer. He never lost his smile or his ability
to wisecrack, and never made a big deal of any of it.
When he rejoined
the Yanks in 1953, he led the team with 30 starts and an 18-6 record,
moving ahead
of Reynolds-Raschi-Lopat
in Stengel’s
rotation. Casey would still fine tune his starts, holding him back for
the better teams, while avoiding Fenway, with its poison-to-lefties reputation.
Whitey would never win 20 under Stengel, but it never kept him off the
All-Star team, and he was consistently thought to be the Yankee ace,
even if others, like Bob Grim or Bob Turley or Art Ditmar or Tom Sturdivant
or Johnny Kucks, might have a single bigger year than he did. By the
end of the ‘50s, it was assumed that the Yankees had three Hall
of Famers in their midst – Mantle, Ford and Yogi Berra, who was
Whitey’s first roommate and remains his close friend.
He never hurled a no-hitter, but he set a record with two consecutive
one-hitters in 1955.
The 1960 World Series was a turning point for both Stengel and Ford.
Ditmar (15-9) was given the start over Ford (12-9) in Game One of the
World Series against the Pirates. It was an off-year for Whitey, but
he was a big game pitcher, and he proved it with two shutout victories
against the hard-hitting Bucs in Games Three and Six.
But by not starting
him in Game One, Stengel didn’t have him
available in rotation for Game Seven, with the Series tied 3-3. Forced
to start a sore-armed Turley, the Yankees fell behind 4-0, and went on
to lose 10-9 on Bill Mazeroski’s 9th inning home run off Ralph
Terry. After the Series loss, Stengel was fired, despite having won 10
pennants in 12 seasons. Many cited his 1960 World Series pitching rotation
as one of his greatest failures, perhaps a sign of his “losing
it” at 70.
“I won’t make the mistake of being 70 again,” he
said.
Ralph Houk, a
one-time teammate of Whitey’s,
was named as the new manager. He told Mantle that he wanted him to
be more of a team leader,
and he told Whitey that he was going to work every fourth day for the
first time.
Mantle hit a
career high 54 home runs (the year of the great Maris-Mantle home run
race), and Whitey
had his first
20-win season, going a remarkable
25-4, and winning the Cy Young Award as the major leagues’ top
pitcher. (Only one award was given in those days). He was helped in large
measure by the emerging brilliance of reliever Luis Arroyo, who, on the
first “Whitey Ford Day” in ’61, was driven onto the
field covered by an eight-foot roll of Life Savers.
“He’s the Chairman of the Board when he’s on the
mound,” said Elston Howard, by now having succeeded Berra as the
team’s number one catcher. It was a perfect nickname, predating
the use of the name for Frank Sinatra. As fun-loving as he was off the
field, when Whitey was on the mound, he was all business. The ease of
his delivery was picture-book perfect. He fielded his position brilliantly.
No one had a better pickoff move. And no one commanded a game as much
as he did, setting up hitters with dazzling breaking balls and sneaking
in the fast ball in the perfect spots.
Under Houk, the
Yankees won pennants in 1961, 1962 and 1963. During the ’61 Series, he broke Babe Ruth’s pitching record (with
the Red Sox), for consecutive scoreless innings in World Series competition,
running it up to 33 before it ended, a record he considers his proudest
achievement. “It wasn’t a good year for the Babe,” he
said, with Maris having broken the Bambino’s home run record that
same month.
In ’63 he again won 20, going 24-7, including a run of 12 straight
victories. But he was beaten twice in the World Series that fall by another
product of New York sandlot ball, the Dodgers’ Sandy Koufax. A
year later, the Yankees, with Whitey also serving as Yogi Berra’s
pitching coach, lost to the Cardinals, as the dynasty that had begun
in 1921 came to a close. Mantle and Ford had their last big seasons in ’64,
with Whitey retiring in ’67 and Mantle a year later. Whitey quit
just days after shutting out the White Sox for his 45th career blanking,
bone chips in his elbow finally bringing him down. In the end, the man
whose first loss had been in front of Connie Mack, was pitching to Reggie
Jackson, and Rod Carew. He had covered a lot of history.
“I showed up in a $20 sports jacket, and I’m leaving in
a $300 suit,” he said. “It was a nice run.”
At his retirement, Whitey was the all-time winningest pitcher in Yankee
history, having passed Hall of Famers Waite Hoyt, Bob Shawkey, Gomez
and Ruffing on the way to his 236-career total. His remarkable .690 winning
percentage (236-106) is the highest in history among 200-game winners,
with Christy Mathewson atop the National League at .665. He is still
the Yankees all-time leader in innings, strikeouts, and shutouts, and
his ten victories in World Series competition may never be equaled. Only
twice did he lose 10 or more games in a season. His number 16 is retired,
and he has a plaque in Monument Park.
Respected statistician
Bill James ranked him the fifth greatest left handed starting pitcher
in history,
behind
only Lefty Grove, Warren Spahn,
Steve Carlton and Carl Hubbell. He was ranked 52nd overall by The Sporting
News in its influential 1998 book, “Baseball’s 100 Greatest
Players,” with only Grove, Hubbell, Carlton, Koufax and Spahn ahead
among southpaws. He was a member of last year’s All-Century Team.
He didn’t make the Hall of Fame in 1973, his first year of eligibility,
some feeling that his stats more represented the great teams behind him.
Some even felt it was better to hold him back and let him go in with
Mantle a year later. Those who shared the New York Bus Service charter
to Cooperstown with them and their guests that summer are still talking
about that magical mystery tour bus. The friendship between the two geographically
and culturally diverse teammates, whose birthdays were October 20 (Mantle)
and October 21 (Ford), was one of the game’s longest running hits.
When the two of them were in the same town as Billy Martin, they heard
more than a few last calls together.
In retirement, Whitey was a businessman (some hits, some misses), and
remained close to the Yankees, who retired his uniform number 16, gave
him a plaque in Monument Park, and served them over the years as a broadcaster,
roving instructor, major league pitching coach, spring training instructor,
and scout.
When I was privileged
to edit the Yankee Yearbook during my time as the team’s public
relations director, we had an annual ritual in which he would pose
with our pitching
prospects,
demonstrating his technique.
Just as our photographer was ready to shoot, Whitey would spit on the
ball. He never tired of the gag. And we always had great smiles on the
prospects.
He spends half his year in a Ft. Lauderdale condo, and half at the home
in Lake Success he and Joan have occupied since 1958.
It has not been easy for Whitey to see the passing of his teammates
over the years. DiMaggio, Mantle, Martin, Howard, Reynolds, Raschi, and
Lopat have all gone.
“I saw DiMaggio at Old Timers Day in ’98,” he said. “And
I said, ‘Joe, when I first met you, you were four inches taller
than me! Now I’m bigger than you!’ It was the last time I
saw him smile.”
As he nears his
72nd birthday, 33 years removed from his last pitch, he remains the
street-smart,
wisecracking
New York kid who swung a mean
stickball bat on 34th Avenue. A lot of young fans can’t even picture
that easy delivery in which he would rock back and come three-quarter
arm with all sorts of motion on the ball. It’s a shame that he’s
no longer a regular interview subject, because today’s kids would
love that swagger, that humor and the charm and class behind it. He was
a product of the Depression, but he goes down easy in any era.
Marty Appel,
president of Marty Appel Public Relations, was the Yankees PR director
in the ‘70s
and later executive producer of their telecasts. .
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