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Few and Chosen Cardinals: Defining Cardinal Greatness Across the Eras
Few and Chosen Cardinals: Defining Cardinal Greatness Across the Eras
Few and Chosen Cardinals: Defining Cardinal Greatness Across the Eras
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Few and Chosen Cardinals: Defining Cardinal Greatness Across the Eras

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Part historical catalog, part biography, and part baseball primer for beginners and experts alike, this account lists the arguably best five players at each position by one of the best players in St. Louis history—Tim McCarver. The book is ideal for any baseball fan who wants to learn more about the game and includes immortals such as Cy Young, Stan Musial, Ozzie Smith, Bob Gibson, Lou Brock, Curt Flood, Leo Durocher, Steve Carlton, and Mark McGwire.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherTriumph Books
Release dateApr 1, 2003
ISBN9781617490569
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    Few and Chosen Cardinals - Tim McCarver

    Introduction

    MY EARLIEST BASEBALL RECOLLECTION is the sound of Harry Caray’s voice, broadcasting St. Louis Cardinals games in the forties and fifties. I was a kid in Memphis, Tennessee, a hotbed of Cardinals baseball, Memphis sitting 290 miles south of St. Louis along the Mississippi River.

    Football was my favorite sport when I was a kid, but I was a big baseball fan, too. I wasn’t a Cardinals fan, just a baseball fan, but because of Harry Caray, you couldn’t help but follow the Cardinals.

    When I was little, we played our own version of stickball. We would take a thermos cork and weight it down with pennies and nails. Then we’d hit that cork with an old broomstick, and I’d try to sound like Harry Caray broadcasting our games the way Harry broadcast Cardinals games.

    You can’t imagine the range in those days of radio station KMOX in St. Louis, which carried the Cardinals games. It drifted down from St. Louis through Arkansas, Oklahoma, and Texas, all the way south to the Mexican border. It ranged as far west as Denver and Arizona and into the south, through the Carolinas, Georgia, Alabama, and Florida. This was before there was major league baseball in Atlanta, Houston, and Florida, and Cardinals games on KMOX was all the major league baseball you could get. The entire South, Southwest, and much of the West were saturated with Cardinals baseball. As a result, next to the Yankees, the Cardinals were arguably the most popular team in the country. Not as rabid as the Dodgers following, but popular.

    Until I was seven, I had a speech impediment, a lisp, and I had trouble pronouncing some words, but the repetitious sounds of consonants were easier for me to say. Stan Musial was a major impact player at the time and I was aware of him, but I didn’t know much about him. Because of my speech problem, two Cardinals, Rip Repulski and Jabbo Jablonski, were my favorite players.

    As far back as I can remember I was involved in sports. I was the next to youngest of five children, four boys and a girl. My sister, the second oldest, was a major influence on me. It was my sister, Marilyn, as in Monroe, who made me a left-handed hitter. I do everything right-handed except hit a baseball and that was Marilyn’s idea.

    Everybody hits right-handed, she said. Why don’t you hit from the other side?

    When I was about three or four, Marilyn would get on her hands and knees and roll balls to me and have me hit them left-handed.

    My father was a policeman, and he was active in sports. He umpired in the Rotary League and did a little coaching. He was a big influence in getting me to play ball. I used to go with my father when he umpired games in which my brothers played. My brothers played for a team called Bemis Bags, but there was a team in the league, called Oliver Finney, whose players were called the Candy Kids and one day only eight of their players showed up.

    You can use my youngest son, Tim, my father told the coach, Mr. Caldwell.

    I was only eight at the time, but they would have forfeited the game if I didn’t play, so they put me in right field. I was the only player without a uniform, but after the game I was given one. I was so proud of that uniform, sweat or not, and, yep, I slept in it. You couldn’t get me out of it. From that day on, I was on the team. It was a 10- to 12-year-old league, and I was only 8. I played in that league for two years before I was eligible.

    I saw my first Cardinals game, and my first major league game, when I was 10. Our team won our league championship and our reward was a trip to St. Louis to see the Cardinals play. I don’t remember anything about the game. The only thing I remember is that we stayed in the Monteleone Hotel, across from St. Louis University. Water balloons dropped from the 10th floor were just too tempting and the peer pressure was too great.

    The other thing I remember is having a team picture taken with Eddie Stanky. I still have the picture. I’m standing next to Stanky and I have a duck whistle in my mouth (duck whistles were very big with kids in Memphis at the time).

    Memphis was a hotbed for baseball when I was young. We had a professional team in the Southern Association, the Memphis Chicks, named for the Chickasaw Indian tribe. They played their home games at Russwood Park, and when I was young I sold popcorn there, so I was able to see a lot of future major leaguers. Luis Aparicio, for example. I remember him because in 1954 he was the player with the darkest complexion in the Southern Association. I also got to see some major league teams who, in those days, would stop in Memphis, barnstorming north on their way home from spring training.

    Years later, when I signed with the Cardinals, I was sent to Keokuk, Iowa, in my first year as a professional. The next year, when I was only 18, I played for Memphis, and was I ever excited with the prospect of playing baseball as a professional in the same ballpark in which I had earned a half cent a bag selling peanuts and popcorn. However, the ballpark burned down before the first game of the 1960 season.

    As I said, when I was young, football was my favorite sport. I was an end on an outstanding football team at Christian Brothers High School and in my senior year, there was a lot of speculation in the local newspapers about whether I would go to college to play football or sign a baseball contract.

    General Bob Neyland, the legendary coach at the University of Tennessee, wanted me, and he sent Johnny Majors, the great Tennessee running back, to recruit me. Moose Krause, athletic director at Notre Dame, invited a teammate, Buddy Soefker, and me to Notre Dame for their game against Purdue. It was October 24, 1958. I still have the ticket stubs.

    After the game, Moose gave Buddy and me $10 each to go to a movie, probably a violation of NCAA rules.

    There was some pressure on me to go to the University of Tennessee, and since I went to a Catholic high school, some pressure from the Christian Brothers for me to go to Notre Dame. But I never seriously considered going to Notre Dame because they told me, If you come here, you must play football and baseball.

    That kind of turned me off. They never actually offered me a scholarship, and besides, I had pretty much made up my mind that I was going to sign a baseball contract because of the money. The Cardinals offered me a $75,000 bonus, which was all the money in the world to me at the time. It was more money than my dad had made in his lifetime.

    The Yankees and the Giants also were interested. Bill Dickey, the great Hall of Fame catcher, was the Yankees scout in our area. He lived in Little Rock, Arkansas, about 120 miles from Memphis, and he spent a lot of time trying to sign me. Bill was a great fisherman. In those days, Catholics could not eat meat on Fridays. Bill wasn’t Catholic, but he knew we were, and he would come to our house on Fridays with a load of fish he had caught and give it to my folks.

    The Yankees offered me a $65,000 bonus. The Giants offered $60,000. The Cardinals still were the highest bidders, but Dickey made me promise I would call him before I signed with any other team and give the Yankees a chance to top the offer.

    The Cardinals’ strongest pitch to me was that they were in need of a catcher, and I would have the best chance of making the major leagues more quickly with them than I would with the Giants or the Yankees. They pointed out that the Giants had two promising young catchers in Ed Bailey and Tom Haller. The Yankees had Yogi Berra, still a prominent player, and they had Elston Howard coming along. The Cardinals had Hal Smith, an excellent receiver but an impotent bat, and no promising young catchers in their organization.

    When the Cardinals made what they said was their final offer of $75,000, they told me to take it or leave it. What did I know? I had no clue. I didn’t have an agent. My father was my adviser. So I took their offer and I never made that call to Bill Dickey. I was afraid if I didn’t take the Cardinals’ offer on the spot, it would be gone. The money was important to me.

    I still wonder to this day what would have happened if I had made the call to Dickey. I was embarrassed that I didn’t keep my promise to him, but he understood and we remained fast friends until his death.

    How would my life have changed if I had made that telephone call to Bill Dickey? I know this: The first game I ever played in Yankee Stadium was Game 1 of the 1964 World Series. I had been in the big leagues for parts of five seasons by then, but I was still intimidated by Yankee Stadium, by New York, by the fans and the media. Maybe I would have been too intimidated to be a success with the Yankees.

    As I look back, I have no regrets. As a Cardinal, I got to play in three World Series, twice on the winning side. I played on some great teams, and I am proud to have been associated with some great players. Those Cardinals teams of the sixties not only had talent, they also had some of the brightest people I’ve ever been around, such as Bob Gibson, Lou Brock, Curt Flood, Joe Torre, Ted Simmons, Dal Maxvill, Mike Shannon, Roger Maris, Orlando Cepeda—guys who would sit around and talk baseball for hours.

    You’ll notice that my all-time Cardinals team includes many of those players with whom I played. I guess it’s natural to give the benefit of the doubt to one’s peers. So if my team is a little too heavy with players from the sixties and seventies, please forgive my bias.

    I have been a baseball fan since the forties. I was a Cardinal for all or part of 13 seasons, and my job as a baseball broadcaster for Fox takes me to St. Louis frequently. And I must say that baseball in St. Louis is special.

    Some of the players on my all-time Cardinals team I never saw play, but I have heard enough about people like Rogers Hornsby, Dizzy Dean, Jim Bottomley, Chick Hafey, and Pepper Martin, and through research, I know they belong on any all-Cardinals team. And I have seen enough of Bob Gibson, Ken Boyer, Ted Simmons, Ozzie Smith, and Mark McGwire to know they also deserve a place on my team.

    —TIM MCCARVER

    Sarasota, Florida

    Catcher

    TED SIMMONS

    WALKER COOPER

    HAL SMITH

    TOM PAGNOZZI

    DEL RICE

    ITHINK I’M SAFE IN SAYING I was part of the most important trade in baseball history. I don’t say this out of vanity, although getting traded, especially the first time, is a trauma that hits an athlete personally and with a profound impact.

    The reason this trade between the St. Louis Cardinals and the Philadelphia Phillies on October 7, 1969, was so historic is that one of the players traded was Curt Flood, who had been a standout center fielder for the Cardinals for 12 seasons. This was the trade that opened the eyes of the baseball world to the primitive nature of baseball’s sanctified reserve clause and set in motion the whole concept of free

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