Remember Bill Buckner? You do? Tell me, why do you remember Bill Buckner?
Because he had a fine career with the Dodgers, Cubs and Red Sox? Because
he helped lead the Sox to the '86 World Series? No and no.
You remember Bill
Buckner because he let a Mookie Wilson grounder roll through his legs
allowing the winning run to score for the Mets in game six of the '86
World Series.
Buckner – the
infernal goat – has never lived that one moment down. One magnified
mistake and he now calls Idaho - where elk hunting and potato carving
outrank baseball on the entertainment scale - home.
A move necessitated
by success-starved Red Sox fans that perpetuate such unforgiving animosity
toward him. In their defense, Boston hasn't produced a World Series winner
since World War I.
Years of disappointment
can make baseball fans very vindictive. (Though I think, at this point,
Buckner has paid his dues.)
Of course, the last
time the Giants won the World Series, they played their home games 3,000-miles
east of Pac Bell Park. San Francisco fans have been waiting for a winner
longer than they've been following the Grateful Dead.
Bay Area residents
were not Giants fans in 1954 - they wouldn't become Giants fans for another
four years. But they knew Willie Mays - and they knew about 'the catch'.
'The catch' was as
miraculous as it was historic. Probably the greatest in World Series history.
And probably the reason the Giants beat the heavily favored Indians in
the '54 World Series. A Cleveland team that set a regular season record
with 111 wins.
It was the eighth
inning of game one, the score was tied at two and the Indians had two
men on base with Vic Wertz at bat. Wertz, who hit .500 for the series,
drove the ball to deep center field and Willie Mays – the 1954 NL
MVP - gave chase. 440-feet from home plate, he made an unbelievable over-the-shoulder
catch that kept the Indians from scoring.
'The catch' stunned
the Indians and they never recovered. The Giants won the game in ten innings
and took the series in four straight. It would be the Giants' last world
championship.
(Such a feat will
never be duplicated because there will never be another center fielder
like Willie Mays. And because there will never be another ballpark where
a ball hit 440-feet will be playable).
It may have happened
forty-eight years ago. And it may have happened at the Polo Grounds in
New York. But it's just the kind of heroics that Giants fans expect from
their future Hall of Famer. Talk about pressure.
If Bonds doesn't do
the impossible; if he doesn't make the play that turns this series in
favor of the Giants; then he may as well let a routine ground ball roll
between his legs and start looking for a potato farm somewhere outside
of Boise.
Because he'll become
the 'yea, but' guy. When he hits his forty-eighth home run next year to
pass Willie Mays on the all-time list, they'll say "yea, but he couldn't
win the World Series". And they'll say the same when he passes Ruth
and again when he passes Aaron.
When he wins his fifth
or sixth MVP award: "yea, but…". And when they announce
his name in Cooperstown, there it'll be again: "yea, but…".
They won't say "yea,
but he was a jerk". Or "yea, but he didn't get along with his
teammates or the media". Fans can forgive that. Fans will forget
that. But they won't forgive him if he doesn't bring a championship to
San Francisco - and they won't forget.
Barry Bonds got what
he wanted – he made it to the World Series. All that remains to
be seen is whether he will be the eternal hero or the infernal goat. For
a baseball player of Bonds' stature, the latter is much worse than not
getting there at all.
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