Here's a Hall of Fame that anyone can vote for: The White Sox Cards Hall Of Fame.
You
can vote for as many or as few players as you want. The rules are the
same as the MLB Hall of Fame. 75% of the vote will get a player in. At
least 5% of the vote will keep a player on the ballot for next year. A
player has to be away from the White Sox for a minimum of five years
for ballot consideration. If a player cannot get 75% of the vote after
15 tries, he is taken off the ballot.
Last ballot, outfielder Harold Baines and second baseman Nellie Fox were
voted into the WSC Hall Of Fame. Who will make it in this year?
The
2014 ballot includes a player for each positional spot on the field, a
designated hitter, a manager, and pitching has been split into spots
for starter, middle relief and closer.
George Dickey - C (2nd year)
Oscar Gamble - DH (4th year)
Jerry Hairston - OF (2nd year)
Dummy Hoy
– OF (1st year)
Frank Isbell – 1st Base (3rd year)
Fielder Jones – OF (4th year)
Al Lopez – MGR (4th year)
Jorge Orta
– 2nd Base (1st year)
Gary Peters - P (4th year)
Bobby Thigpen - P (3rd year)
Robin Ventura – 3rd Base (4th year)
Buck Weaver - SS (2nd year)
Hoyt Wilhelm – P (3rd year)
Voting
will be through July 15, 2014, with the results announced shortly
after. You can vote on the right sidebar. Any position left open due to
election or cuts will be filled by another player next year.
The results should prove interesting. Have fun!
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Friday, February 14, 2014
Random Card #45
2014 Topps Red Hot Foil #308 - Alexei Ramirez
Baseball is grass, chalk, and dirt displayed the same yet differently
In every park that has ever heard the words play ball.
Baseball is a passion that bonds and divides all those who know it.
Baseball is a pair of hands stained with newsprint,
A set of eyes squinting to read a boxscore,
A brow creased in an attempt to recreate a three-hour game
From an inch square block of type.
Baseball is the hat I wear to mow the lawn.
Baseball is a simple game of catch
and the never-ending search for the perfect knuckleball.
Baseball is Willie vs Mickey, Gibson vs Koufax, and Buddy Biancalana vs the odds.
Baseball links Kansan and Missourian, American and Japanese,
But most of all father and son.
Baseball is the scent of spring,
The unmistakable sound of a double down the line,
And the face of a 10-year-old emerging from a pile of bodies
With a worthless yet priceless foul ball.
Baseball is a language of very simple words that tell unbelievably magic tales.
Baseball is three brothers in the same uniform on the same team for one brief summer
Captured forever in a black and white photo on a table by the couch.
Baseball is a glove on a shelf, oiled and tightly wrapped,
Slumbering through the stark winter months.
Baseball is a breast pocket bulging with a transistor radio.
Baseball is the reason there are transistor radios.
Baseball is a voice in a box describing men you've never met,
In a place you've never been,
Doing things you'll never have the chance to do.
Baseball is a dream that you never really give up on.
Baseball is precious.
Baseball is timeless.
Baseball is forever.
In every park that has ever heard the words play ball.
Baseball is a passion that bonds and divides all those who know it.
Baseball is a pair of hands stained with newsprint,
A set of eyes squinting to read a boxscore,
A brow creased in an attempt to recreate a three-hour game
From an inch square block of type.
Baseball is the hat I wear to mow the lawn.
Baseball is a simple game of catch
and the never-ending search for the perfect knuckleball.
Baseball is Willie vs Mickey, Gibson vs Koufax, and Buddy Biancalana vs the odds.
Baseball links Kansan and Missourian, American and Japanese,
But most of all father and son.
Baseball is the scent of spring,
The unmistakable sound of a double down the line,
And the face of a 10-year-old emerging from a pile of bodies
With a worthless yet priceless foul ball.
Baseball is a language of very simple words that tell unbelievably magic tales.
Baseball is three brothers in the same uniform on the same team for one brief summer
Captured forever in a black and white photo on a table by the couch.
Baseball is a glove on a shelf, oiled and tightly wrapped,
Slumbering through the stark winter months.
Baseball is a breast pocket bulging with a transistor radio.
Baseball is the reason there are transistor radios.
Baseball is a voice in a box describing men you've never met,
In a place you've never been,
Doing things you'll never have the chance to do.
Baseball is a dream that you never really give up on.
Baseball is precious.
Baseball is timeless.
Baseball is forever.
Baseball Is by Greg Hall ©2000
RIP Jim Fregosi (1942 - 2014)
I think that Jim Fregosi was the only White Sox manager I can ever recall being let go for philosophical differences. In November 1988, the White Sox fired Fregosi. Jim squeezed what he could from the talent that was on those clubs, but there was only so much that could be done with a team in a state of flux, where the biggest stories weren't about the individuals on the field or the team's performance, but the new cursive C they were wearing on their hats and a possible move to St. Petersburg, Florida.
Philosophical differences boiled down to then GM Larry Himes wanting to sell off all the high salaried veterans and build a farm system from the ground up and Fregosi wanting to keep a handful of veterans to have a shot at keeping in contention. Good or bad, the GM has the final say in a power struggle with the manager with Jerry Reinsdorf as the owner, so another quality manager was fired from the White Sox in the eighties.
The move cost the White Sox in the short term. A fluke in Fregosi's contract stated that just by showing up for spring 1988, his contract automatically kicked in for 1989 to the tune of $225,000, which was more than most players would end up making on the '89 team.
I can only speculate that the Harold Baines trade would have infuriated Fregosi in the middle of the 1989 season, since that was one of the high priced veteran players that Himes wanted to phase out. I can only further wonder if the 1990 season would have turned out differently with Fregosi in the manager's seat. Could the Sox have made the extra push to win the West over the Athletics? Only the deepest recesses of our imaginations would know.
Himes was fired after the 1990 season and went to the Cubs, where he stuck the White Sox with George Bell and failed to match the Braves offer to Greg Maddux, having spent the money on Randy Myers, José Guzmán, Dan Plesac and Candy Maldonado. Fregosi would go on to manage the Phillies and take them to the World Series, losing to Joe Carter and the Blue Jays.
Most places that Fregosi went, he left the teams in better shape than he found them. While relying on veterans a little too much, Fregosi was still able to squeeze out memorable performances from his players. I remember thinking the White Sox had an outside shot in 1987 and 1988. I thought the Fregosi-less Sox were going to finish in last place in 1989 and they did. I still remember how fun the 1993 Phillies seemed and how my entire family enjoyed watching that World Series.
Sometimes it gets lost in the shuffle, but Jim Fregosi did make a lasting impact on the organizations he played and managed for and baseball itself. Despite clashes with the White Sox then GM, in the statement about Fregosi's firing, Larry Himes said, "No reflection of Jim's managerial ability should be read in this course of action."
Even with their differences, Fregosi still earned respect. He certainly has mine.
Philosophical differences boiled down to then GM Larry Himes wanting to sell off all the high salaried veterans and build a farm system from the ground up and Fregosi wanting to keep a handful of veterans to have a shot at keeping in contention. Good or bad, the GM has the final say in a power struggle with the manager with Jerry Reinsdorf as the owner, so another quality manager was fired from the White Sox in the eighties.
The move cost the White Sox in the short term. A fluke in Fregosi's contract stated that just by showing up for spring 1988, his contract automatically kicked in for 1989 to the tune of $225,000, which was more than most players would end up making on the '89 team.
I can only speculate that the Harold Baines trade would have infuriated Fregosi in the middle of the 1989 season, since that was one of the high priced veteran players that Himes wanted to phase out. I can only further wonder if the 1990 season would have turned out differently with Fregosi in the manager's seat. Could the Sox have made the extra push to win the West over the Athletics? Only the deepest recesses of our imaginations would know.
Himes was fired after the 1990 season and went to the Cubs, where he stuck the White Sox with George Bell and failed to match the Braves offer to Greg Maddux, having spent the money on Randy Myers, José Guzmán, Dan Plesac and Candy Maldonado. Fregosi would go on to manage the Phillies and take them to the World Series, losing to Joe Carter and the Blue Jays.
Most places that Fregosi went, he left the teams in better shape than he found them. While relying on veterans a little too much, Fregosi was still able to squeeze out memorable performances from his players. I remember thinking the White Sox had an outside shot in 1987 and 1988. I thought the Fregosi-less Sox were going to finish in last place in 1989 and they did. I still remember how fun the 1993 Phillies seemed and how my entire family enjoyed watching that World Series.
Sometimes it gets lost in the shuffle, but Jim Fregosi did make a lasting impact on the organizations he played and managed for and baseball itself. Despite clashes with the White Sox then GM, in the statement about Fregosi's firing, Larry Himes said, "No reflection of Jim's managerial ability should be read in this course of action."
Even with their differences, Fregosi still earned respect. He certainly has mine.
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Corny Or Not?
As a company, Leaf keeps churning out interesting product every year. The product can be a little unorthodox at times, but that's part of the challenge. It's rewarding when a card can be done in a tasteful way without violating the rules.
Is that an on card autograph I see? I believe it is. These are wonderful to see, instead of just another sticker dump. Maybe someday Leaf will even acquire a new license and they can show nine MLB team logos on a card if they want. Wouldn't that be nice?
It may help them avoid unfortunate mistakes like this card. This is from the 2013 Leaf Sports Heroes set. It's an insert set called Team of Dreams. The whole concept revolves around the movie, "Field Of Dreams", where players would appear out of the cornfield and play some good old fashioned baseball. So Leaf hand picks a few select players, airbrushes out the logos (something Upper Deck couldn't get straight) and sticks them right in front of a backdrop featuring a cornfield. The concept is brilliant on many levels... except for this one instance.
The card reminds me of this dark day in the post-playing days of Carlton Fisk. It too involves a cornfield and probably the worst photo of Carlton Fisk ever.
It wasn't a banner day in the Hall of Famer's life. That day made me realize (not that I hadn't before), that everyone makes mistakes. Even those you grew up admiring. It doesn't make them any less of a person to admire. In fact, you can admire them a little bit more because they don't live on a pedestal and are subject to the same trials and tribulations that we do.
I'll admit, when that first happened, I was disappointed. If I was a kid, it probably would have devastated me. Possibly to the point where I couldn't watch him play. What can I say, even as a child, I had standards.
As an adult, I see it through different eyes. A set of eyes that doesn't condone it, but knows that humans are not infallible and begrudgingly accepts that. As long as people can learn from their mistakes and strive to move forward and past those mistakes, then I think we a re moving in the right direction.
Although, it still doesn't make up for the fact that I cringed the first time I laid my eyes on this card.
Maybe it's just me, but this card just doesn't seem right.
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
WSC Birth Years: Miguel Gonzalez
Card #151 - Miguel Gonzalez
Born: December 3, 1990
Miguel made his MLB debut with the Chicago White Sox on September 10, 2013, in the seventh inning of a lopsided loss to the Detroit Tigers. Not primarily known for his bat, Gonzalez hit a ball to short center field for his first MLB hit, against the Cleveland Indians on September 12th. Miguel would collect only one more hit for the season, in his final game of 2013.
Gonzalez is still young enough to figure into the club's long term plans, figuring to be a great defensive backup catcher. If he can figure out how to maintain a higher average, Miguel could find a permanent role in the big leagues.The potential is still there and his five game sampling could make him hungry for more.
Born: December 3, 1990
Miguel made his MLB debut with the Chicago White Sox on September 10, 2013, in the seventh inning of a lopsided loss to the Detroit Tigers. Not primarily known for his bat, Gonzalez hit a ball to short center field for his first MLB hit, against the Cleveland Indians on September 12th. Miguel would collect only one more hit for the season, in his final game of 2013.
Gonzalez is still young enough to figure into the club's long term plans, figuring to be a great defensive backup catcher. If he can figure out how to maintain a higher average, Miguel could find a permanent role in the big leagues.The potential is still there and his five game sampling could make him hungry for more.
Monday, February 10, 2014
It's The Trades You Don't Make That Make The Biggest Impact
This card led me to a better path of collecting... by not getting it in 1985.
In 1985, I was an unfocused collector with a limited knowledge of the history and value of baseball cards. In other words, I was just a kid.
As a kid, I collected by one simple rule... collect them all... hardcore. It didn't matter that I had extremely limited resources. I had friends who were willing to trade. I wasn't looking to cheat them out of valuable cards. At the very least, I wanted an example of each set. At the most, I wanted more cards than Mr. Mint, whose print ads always tantalized me and made me want to get my hands on everything.
I had two friends that I would regularly to to trade with, Keith and Mark. Their names were not changed to protect the innocent, but I will leave their last names out of this, as I respect their privacy and the fact the I haven't spoken to either one in at least twenty-five years. It's just the way things go with elementary school friends. It may have also been a friendship of convenience, since you could see both of their houses from my house. Whatever the circumstances, the friendships earned lasted for a good chunk of elementary school.
I couldn't tell you what any of us traded. They surely were blockbuster trades, since we were accustomed to haggle back and forth for hours delicately crafting a trading package that would entice the other, but not screw anyone over.
I only traded White Sox cards, if I had doubles. Everyone knew that and it probably made for some lopsided deals. Other cards that were off limits were the 1985 Fleer Eric Davis, the 1985 Topps card of Mike Dunne and the partially singed 1961 Topps card of Danny Kravitz. Everything else was fair game.
Keith and I had our cards spread out on the floor of his bedroom. We were half listening to a WGN broadcast of the Cubs game. The Cubs were his favorite team, and still may be for all I know, so we had to watch while we were wheeling and dealing.
I was thumbing through his pile of cards, I came across a design I hadn't seen in person up to that point. The only way I got new cards at that time was either at the grocery store, trading with friends or if my parents brought me something. There was a comic book shop, but I was unaware of any baseball card shops in the area. It would be a few years before I went to a card show and twelve years before I signed online for the first time.
The few cards I saw in his pile were 1981 Fleer. I didn't have any, but I wanted at least one. I fixated on the Cliff Johnson card. I had to walk away with it in my collection. Before I really knew about the suspect photography or the set that was riddled with errors, I knew that I didn't have anything from the set in my collection and that it was the first year for Fleer. Well, the first year in a really long time for baseball cards from Fleer. I offered a 1985 Topps Jody Davis for the '81 Fleer. Jody was hot at that time, especially in the Chicago area. This meant I was serious. No dice.
I offered to throw in a 1984 Topps Larry Bowa. Keith wasn't biting. Finally I offered my 1985 Fleer Tippy Martinez. Not only was 1985 Fleer one of the coolest sets to my friends an I back then, it was hard to find at the stores. I would usually get the 69 cent cello packs, if the store had them. The stores always had Topps, sometimes had Fleer and on the rare occasion would carry Donruss in the mid-eighties. My dog was named Tippy, so I thought the Tippy Martinez cards were cool. Martinez always reminded me of a real life version of Spike, Snoopy's brother from the Peanuts comics. The fertile imagination of youth is a powerful tool to build upon. In my mind, I had just gone all in.
The offer was rejected for a final time. It was said that the 1981 Fleer cards were next to impossible to get. That may have had a grain of truth in 1985, but in 2014, I can pick up most commons from that set for pennies. Even though the trade didn't happen, I still have memories that will last a lifetime.
Mark and I didn't trade very often. He usually was content enough with what he got through pack opening to satisfy his collecting habit. He would never trade anything that he didn't already have a double of in his pile.
It was odd to get a call from Mark to bring my cards over. He always had the best G.I. Joe figures, but I suspect it may have something to do with having an older brother. Mark would have the older figures that were rarely found by the time the cartoon became an afternoon staple on WGN. We always had the best fun playing with our action figures outside, usually in the snow, the sandbox or the swing set. Again, we used our fertile imaginations to create a vivid landscape as far as the eye could see and used what was around us to enhance that landscape.
I brought over my 1985 Topps, as requested, and walked the length of seven houses to Mark's door. He was waiting for me in the driveway. It was one of the few times I remember being in his house after the addition was built. He said he had something I was looking for and I followed him to his bedroom. All serious trading took place in the inner sanctuary of the bedroom. It was like the board room in an office complex. It was home turf and the only bit of real estate that could truly be considered your own.
I had managed to get the majority of the 1985 Topps White Sox set through trips to Gennaro's, the local drug store, Walgreens, the chain drug store, and Dominicks, the closest grocery store. Mark showed me the card of Jerry Don Gleaton. He knew that it was one of the missing cards. All I had to do to make it mine was fork over my 1985 Topps Tom Seaver. Even at that young age, I knew the legacy of Tom Seaver. I looked through my change for 1967 coins and separated those out because Tom Seaver started his MLB career in '67. I knew he was close to the 300 win milestone. There was no way I was giving that up.
Even though I was quick to say no, I did seriously consider the trade. I was confident enough that I had found a Tom Seaver in a pack, that I could find another one. I became convinced that Jerry Don Gleaton must be rare because I haven't run across it in a pack yet. Cooler heads prevailed in the end and I kept my Tom Seaver, which was good, because I never ran across another one in any pack.
I have no clue when or where I got the Jerry Don Gleaton card. I must have gotten it at some point because it is in my binder, along with the rest of the completed team set.
The days of hanging out with Keith and Mark waned. I'm not sure if I hung out with Mark after that aborted trade. I only hung out with Keith a few times after our missed trade opportunity. They hung out together quite a bit after that, so maybe Mark finally got his Seaver card from Keith.
People change, we gain more knowledge about the world around us and we grow. I've had friends come and go since then. I've had trading partners come and go, as well. The memories of those first trades will always stick with me, shaping and molding who I am and how I approach trades. I'll never be that kid again, which is sad in a way, but I relish the new opportunities that have headed my way since and will come my way in the future because of those experiences.
You can always look back, but remember to keep moving forward while you do. Great things have happened in the past, but you use those as the foundation to build something even greater in the future.
In 1985, I was an unfocused collector with a limited knowledge of the history and value of baseball cards. In other words, I was just a kid.
As a kid, I collected by one simple rule... collect them all... hardcore. It didn't matter that I had extremely limited resources. I had friends who were willing to trade. I wasn't looking to cheat them out of valuable cards. At the very least, I wanted an example of each set. At the most, I wanted more cards than Mr. Mint, whose print ads always tantalized me and made me want to get my hands on everything.
I had two friends that I would regularly to to trade with, Keith and Mark. Their names were not changed to protect the innocent, but I will leave their last names out of this, as I respect their privacy and the fact the I haven't spoken to either one in at least twenty-five years. It's just the way things go with elementary school friends. It may have also been a friendship of convenience, since you could see both of their houses from my house. Whatever the circumstances, the friendships earned lasted for a good chunk of elementary school.
I couldn't tell you what any of us traded. They surely were blockbuster trades, since we were accustomed to haggle back and forth for hours delicately crafting a trading package that would entice the other, but not screw anyone over.
I only traded White Sox cards, if I had doubles. Everyone knew that and it probably made for some lopsided deals. Other cards that were off limits were the 1985 Fleer Eric Davis, the 1985 Topps card of Mike Dunne and the partially singed 1961 Topps card of Danny Kravitz. Everything else was fair game.
Keith and I had our cards spread out on the floor of his bedroom. We were half listening to a WGN broadcast of the Cubs game. The Cubs were his favorite team, and still may be for all I know, so we had to watch while we were wheeling and dealing.
I was thumbing through his pile of cards, I came across a design I hadn't seen in person up to that point. The only way I got new cards at that time was either at the grocery store, trading with friends or if my parents brought me something. There was a comic book shop, but I was unaware of any baseball card shops in the area. It would be a few years before I went to a card show and twelve years before I signed online for the first time.
The few cards I saw in his pile were 1981 Fleer. I didn't have any, but I wanted at least one. I fixated on the Cliff Johnson card. I had to walk away with it in my collection. Before I really knew about the suspect photography or the set that was riddled with errors, I knew that I didn't have anything from the set in my collection and that it was the first year for Fleer. Well, the first year in a really long time for baseball cards from Fleer. I offered a 1985 Topps Jody Davis for the '81 Fleer. Jody was hot at that time, especially in the Chicago area. This meant I was serious. No dice.
I offered to throw in a 1984 Topps Larry Bowa. Keith wasn't biting. Finally I offered my 1985 Fleer Tippy Martinez. Not only was 1985 Fleer one of the coolest sets to my friends an I back then, it was hard to find at the stores. I would usually get the 69 cent cello packs, if the store had them. The stores always had Topps, sometimes had Fleer and on the rare occasion would carry Donruss in the mid-eighties. My dog was named Tippy, so I thought the Tippy Martinez cards were cool. Martinez always reminded me of a real life version of Spike, Snoopy's brother from the Peanuts comics. The fertile imagination of youth is a powerful tool to build upon. In my mind, I had just gone all in.
The offer was rejected for a final time. It was said that the 1981 Fleer cards were next to impossible to get. That may have had a grain of truth in 1985, but in 2014, I can pick up most commons from that set for pennies. Even though the trade didn't happen, I still have memories that will last a lifetime.
Mark and I didn't trade very often. He usually was content enough with what he got through pack opening to satisfy his collecting habit. He would never trade anything that he didn't already have a double of in his pile.It was odd to get a call from Mark to bring my cards over. He always had the best G.I. Joe figures, but I suspect it may have something to do with having an older brother. Mark would have the older figures that were rarely found by the time the cartoon became an afternoon staple on WGN. We always had the best fun playing with our action figures outside, usually in the snow, the sandbox or the swing set. Again, we used our fertile imaginations to create a vivid landscape as far as the eye could see and used what was around us to enhance that landscape.
I brought over my 1985 Topps, as requested, and walked the length of seven houses to Mark's door. He was waiting for me in the driveway. It was one of the few times I remember being in his house after the addition was built. He said he had something I was looking for and I followed him to his bedroom. All serious trading took place in the inner sanctuary of the bedroom. It was like the board room in an office complex. It was home turf and the only bit of real estate that could truly be considered your own.
I had managed to get the majority of the 1985 Topps White Sox set through trips to Gennaro's, the local drug store, Walgreens, the chain drug store, and Dominicks, the closest grocery store. Mark showed me the card of Jerry Don Gleaton. He knew that it was one of the missing cards. All I had to do to make it mine was fork over my 1985 Topps Tom Seaver. Even at that young age, I knew the legacy of Tom Seaver. I looked through my change for 1967 coins and separated those out because Tom Seaver started his MLB career in '67. I knew he was close to the 300 win milestone. There was no way I was giving that up.
Even though I was quick to say no, I did seriously consider the trade. I was confident enough that I had found a Tom Seaver in a pack, that I could find another one. I became convinced that Jerry Don Gleaton must be rare because I haven't run across it in a pack yet. Cooler heads prevailed in the end and I kept my Tom Seaver, which was good, because I never ran across another one in any pack.
I have no clue when or where I got the Jerry Don Gleaton card. I must have gotten it at some point because it is in my binder, along with the rest of the completed team set.
The days of hanging out with Keith and Mark waned. I'm not sure if I hung out with Mark after that aborted trade. I only hung out with Keith a few times after our missed trade opportunity. They hung out together quite a bit after that, so maybe Mark finally got his Seaver card from Keith.
People change, we gain more knowledge about the world around us and we grow. I've had friends come and go since then. I've had trading partners come and go, as well. The memories of those first trades will always stick with me, shaping and molding who I am and how I approach trades. I'll never be that kid again, which is sad in a way, but I relish the new opportunities that have headed my way since and will come my way in the future because of those experiences.
You can always look back, but remember to keep moving forward while you do. Great things have happened in the past, but you use those as the foundation to build something even greater in the future.
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Beginnings: Fourth Wave
More cards from the Beginnings set. Some pictures aren't the best quality, but they are the best quality available, presently.
18 - Reggie Jackson
25 - Albert Pujols
54 - William Edward White
74 - Duke Snider
94 - Jim Thome
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
WSC Vintage: Tink Riviere
Card #49 - Tink Riviere
Arthur Bernard Riviere, better known as "Tink", was a student at the University of Texas, when the St. Louis Cardinals invited him to their 1921 spring training. The Cardinals seemed impressed with Tink's record twenty-two strikeouts in a game. If Riviere made the team, he would receive a $3,000 salary. The Bismark Tribune in North Dakota was taken by the Cardinals' young, strong pitchers. The writers singled out Arthur as being the cream of the crop among the promising young hurlers, three days before his MLB debut against the Cubs at Wrigley Field.
Tink appeared in the starting rotation to begin the season, but found himself in the bullpen full time by May 1921 and eventually devolved into a mop up reliever during losses. Riviere racked up a dismal 6.10 ERA in eighteen games in his first season. He walked twenty and struck out fifteen in thirty-eight and a third innings. It wasn't the stuff of twenty-two strikeout games.
Riviere pitched in the American Association and the International League minors before catching on with the Chicago White Sox in 1925. He appeared in only three games in July 1925 for the Pale Hose, pitching only four and two-thirds innings. Tink's stats with the Cardinals were closer to his record collegiate games than his days with Chicago. Riviere gave up six hits, seven earned runs, seven walks and managed to strikeout one with a 13.50 ERA in those three games. Manager Eddie Collins had seen enough and pulled the plug.
From 1926 until 1931, Tink pitched in the Texas League for various teams. Despite being on teams that were affiliates of the Detroit Tigers and the St. Louis Cardinals during that time, Riviere never again pitched at the MLB level.
Arthur Bernard Riviere, better known as "Tink", was a student at the University of Texas, when the St. Louis Cardinals invited him to their 1921 spring training. The Cardinals seemed impressed with Tink's record twenty-two strikeouts in a game. If Riviere made the team, he would receive a $3,000 salary. The Bismark Tribune in North Dakota was taken by the Cardinals' young, strong pitchers. The writers singled out Arthur as being the cream of the crop among the promising young hurlers, three days before his MLB debut against the Cubs at Wrigley Field.
Tink appeared in the starting rotation to begin the season, but found himself in the bullpen full time by May 1921 and eventually devolved into a mop up reliever during losses. Riviere racked up a dismal 6.10 ERA in eighteen games in his first season. He walked twenty and struck out fifteen in thirty-eight and a third innings. It wasn't the stuff of twenty-two strikeout games.
Riviere pitched in the American Association and the International League minors before catching on with the Chicago White Sox in 1925. He appeared in only three games in July 1925 for the Pale Hose, pitching only four and two-thirds innings. Tink's stats with the Cardinals were closer to his record collegiate games than his days with Chicago. Riviere gave up six hits, seven earned runs, seven walks and managed to strikeout one with a 13.50 ERA in those three games. Manager Eddie Collins had seen enough and pulled the plug.
From 1926 until 1931, Tink pitched in the Texas League for various teams. Despite being on teams that were affiliates of the Detroit Tigers and the St. Louis Cardinals during that time, Riviere never again pitched at the MLB level.
Monday, February 3, 2014
Sox Or No Sox: 2-3-14
The rules are simple. We take one unopened pack of baseball cards that was randomly selected by yours truly. We then go through the pack card by card looking for those elusive White Sox cards.
Along the way, there are two tricky and abundant traps to look out for. The first trap is the Cubs card. While hailing from Chicago, it is definitely not a Chicago White Sox card. The second trap is the Red Sox card. While technically a Sox card, it is vastly different than a White Sox card. Both traps are not necessarily bad things, but they get in the way of the games true goal: to find White Sox cards.
1/2 point is awarded for each card in the pack. 1 point is deducted from the score for each trap card. 1/2 point is taken away for each pointless mirror card. 1 point is given for any parallel. 2 points are awarded for each relic or autographed card (only 1 point awarded for a relic or autographed trap card). 2 points are given for each White Sox card.
Our player in tonight's game is a 2013 Panini Prizm Perennial Draft Picks pack. The pack contains 4 cards and features Kris Bryant, the Chicago Cubs first round pick (2nd overall) in the 2013 draft, on the wrapper. It's a very good thing that this wrapper doesn't count as a card. This could be a bad omen. Let's begin.
He was drafted in the sixth round of the 2011 draft by Toronto. He is currently in the Miami organization in AA. This does not set my heart aflutter.
One year under his belt and he's already in AA. Not too shabby for someone who won the Johnny Bench award in college.
Halfway through the pack. We've seen no Sox cards and two AA players of various skill levels. The tally so far... 1 point. 2 cards left to go. Let’s see if we can get a White Sox card!
#3: Clint Coulter - 14 - Milwaukee Brewers
First round (27th overall) of the 2012 draft. Hasn't made it out of rookie class A.
#4: Jacob May - 71 - Chicago White Sox
Could it be? Yes! A White Sox card!!! He was drafted in the third round of the 2013 draft and made it to class A Kannapolis.
On White Sox card for two points and three non-trap cards for 1/2 point each. Not too shabby for a four card pack.
Final score: 3 1/2 points
One White Sox card in this game, but there's always the thrill of the hunt for more next time on Sox Or No Sox. And remember, always remove the donuts before stepping up to the plate. Goodnight everyone!
Thursday, January 30, 2014
The First White Sox Card Of 2014 Is...
I went out today in search of 2014 Topps Baseball Series One.
Target... had nothing.
Wal-Mart... moved the cards on me, but had the 72 pack and the rack pack.
Fanfare... had the jumbo hobby packs.
I chose a 72 pack and a rack pack from Wal-Mart. I chose a jumbo hobby pack from Fanfare.
Then I waited.
I went to Meijer. I did some shopping for dinner tonight. Tacos, if you must know.
I ran into a co-worker there. He had just gotten off of work. I was off today. We chatted about the light truck that came in today. I joked that there wouldn't be anything for me to do when I got there in the morning. He informed me that another one of our co-workers was lurking about in the store, since they came together.
Then I went looking for Meijer's card section. There was a nice selection a few weeks ago, along the back wall, by toys and sports. Some thoughtful employee moved it and the new location has yet to be discovered, despite my best efforts.
Oh well. It was not meant to be today.
I went to the self checkout. I had exactly 12 items, so it was alright. I scooped up the purchases and went to brave the immense cold in the parking lot. More snow was in the forcast for this morning, but luckily, none of it came to fruition.
Are you impressed with my delaying tactics?
I bet you are.
I opened the 72 pack from Wal-Mart first. The first actual card was Yu Darvish.
The first White Sox card is...
Not only did the 72 pack reveal Dayan Viciedo, but more treasures awaited.
Another card for my player collection!! I usually don't get my hopes up for finding Jason Frasor because he's a middle reliever. It's official. The White Sox are now the only team unrepresented in the Jason Frasor repertoire.
I'd say that these packs were great for my collecting parameters. 2014 is off to a great start!
Target... had nothing.
Wal-Mart... moved the cards on me, but had the 72 pack and the rack pack.
Fanfare... had the jumbo hobby packs.
I chose a 72 pack and a rack pack from Wal-Mart. I chose a jumbo hobby pack from Fanfare.
Then I waited.
I went to Meijer. I did some shopping for dinner tonight. Tacos, if you must know.
I ran into a co-worker there. He had just gotten off of work. I was off today. We chatted about the light truck that came in today. I joked that there wouldn't be anything for me to do when I got there in the morning. He informed me that another one of our co-workers was lurking about in the store, since they came together.
Then I went looking for Meijer's card section. There was a nice selection a few weeks ago, along the back wall, by toys and sports. Some thoughtful employee moved it and the new location has yet to be discovered, despite my best efforts.
Oh well. It was not meant to be today.
I went to the self checkout. I had exactly 12 items, so it was alright. I scooped up the purchases and went to brave the immense cold in the parking lot. More snow was in the forcast for this morning, but luckily, none of it came to fruition.
Are you impressed with my delaying tactics?
I bet you are.
I opened the 72 pack from Wal-Mart first. The first actual card was Yu Darvish.
The first White Sox card is...
208 - Dayan Viciedo
Not only did the 72 pack reveal Dayan Viciedo, but more treasures awaited.
26 - Josh Phegley
Another White Sox card! And then something wonderful and unexpected...
30 - Mark Buehrle
Buehrle stopped by! A bonus card for my player collection!
The rack pack was next and it bequeathed unto me...
262 - Jeff Keppinger
That was a nice surprise! My third White Sox card!
I turned my attention to the hobby pack from Fanfare.
230 - Andre Rienzo
Brazilian MOJO!!!
178 - Erik Johnson
My first Erik Johnson White Sox card!
That brings my total to five White Sox cards. That is half of the series one team set.
The hobby pack yielded one last surprise and it was completely off my radar before feasting my eyes upon it.
147 - Jason Frasor
Another card for my player collection!! I usually don't get my hopes up for finding Jason Frasor because he's a middle reliever. It's official. The White Sox are now the only team unrepresented in the Jason Frasor repertoire.
I'd say that these packs were great for my collecting parameters. 2014 is off to a great start!
WSC Birth Years: Daniel Webb
Card #150 - Daniel Webb
Born: August 18, 1989
Daniel was drafted by the Toronto Blue Jays in 2009 in the 18th round. He spent time in rookie and class A ball in 2010 and 2011. Webb was traded to the White Sox, along with pitcher Myles Jaye, when Jason Frasor headed back to Toronto on January 1, 2012. He was at Kannaplois class A in 2012. Daniel ran through Winston-Salem class A, Birmingham class AA and Charlotte class AAA, before making his MLB debut with the Sox in 2013.
Webb's first game was on September 4, 2013, against the New York Yankees. He pitched the seventh inning, giving up a run when Derek Jeter scored on a sacrifice fly by Alfonso Soriano. Jeff Keppinger made an unassisted double play at first base off the bat of Curtis Granderson to end the inning and the leadoff walk to Jeter was the only scoring done by New York during Daniel's inning. Webb made a total of nine appearances for the ChiSox in 2013, improving in most outings. His only real blemish came in a game on September 10, 2013, against the Detroit Tigers, where Daniel allowed four hits and two runs in the ninth inning of a game the Sox were already losing by six.
While his first three outings were strikeout free, Webb's last six appearances yielded ten strikeouts, averaging a little under one strikeout per inning over all nine games. Daniel earned his first hold in his last 2013 appearance on September 28th, against the Kansas City Royals. Webb has the potential to be an integral part of the bullpen, if he can capitalize on the success of his brief tenure on the parent club.
Born: August 18, 1989
Daniel was drafted by the Toronto Blue Jays in 2009 in the 18th round. He spent time in rookie and class A ball in 2010 and 2011. Webb was traded to the White Sox, along with pitcher Myles Jaye, when Jason Frasor headed back to Toronto on January 1, 2012. He was at Kannaplois class A in 2012. Daniel ran through Winston-Salem class A, Birmingham class AA and Charlotte class AAA, before making his MLB debut with the Sox in 2013.
Webb's first game was on September 4, 2013, against the New York Yankees. He pitched the seventh inning, giving up a run when Derek Jeter scored on a sacrifice fly by Alfonso Soriano. Jeff Keppinger made an unassisted double play at first base off the bat of Curtis Granderson to end the inning and the leadoff walk to Jeter was the only scoring done by New York during Daniel's inning. Webb made a total of nine appearances for the ChiSox in 2013, improving in most outings. His only real blemish came in a game on September 10, 2013, against the Detroit Tigers, where Daniel allowed four hits and two runs in the ninth inning of a game the Sox were already losing by six.
While his first three outings were strikeout free, Webb's last six appearances yielded ten strikeouts, averaging a little under one strikeout per inning over all nine games. Daniel earned his first hold in his last 2013 appearance on September 28th, against the Kansas City Royals. Webb has the potential to be an integral part of the bullpen, if he can capitalize on the success of his brief tenure on the parent club.
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
1914 T216 People's Tobacco (Mino Cigarettes Back)
Nothing beats the feel of a vintage card, especially one that is a century old. Many tobacco issues look very similar. That is the one drawback regarding most tobacco cards. Varying designs wasn't something that popped up until much later. Sure, there were always exceptions, but the majority were plain and simple. I think that is part of the appeal. There is a simplicity of days long ago trapped in the design of each tobacco card. It's an assurance of instant nostalgia. Even if most of us were not even born yet, these are designs that are engrained into our collective minds.
People's Tobacco put out a set with three different backs. The Mino Cigarettes featured here, Virginia Extra Cigarettes and Kotton Cigarettes. The checklist is the same for all three backs.
The White Sox have three cards in the set.
Eddie Collins (Chicago)
Ray Demmitt
Patsy Dougherty
The most interesting player in the set is Ray Demmitt. It's not because Demmitt had a great career, but because Collins and Dougherty are heavily featured on cardboard in a White Sox uniform. Ray Demmitt only played in 155 games for the Pale Hose, 146 of those games were in 1914. The remaining nine games were in 1915. Ray started with the Highlanders and went on to the Browns and the Tigers. While Demmitt has other cards, most will feature him with St. Louis.
These do remind me of other lesser tobacco releases of the era and that's not a bad thing.
Monday, January 27, 2014
The World Must Be Ending Now That Tanaka Is A Yankee
You mean Masahiro Tanaka chose the biggest truckload of money rather than a team besides the Yankees? You can't wrap your head around that? When you're talking about a minimum nine digit contract, going for the biggest payday can seem a little excessive and tacky.
Like it or not, the Yankees are one of the few teams that can throw insane amounts of money at a position and overpay for needs, wants and luxuries. Does this make them an automatic lock for the World Series? Hardly. It doesn't even make them a lock for the playoffs. The Yankees have a few more holes to fill before they can become a well rounded team and one man (no matter how good he is, unless his name is Bugs Bunny) can win a game all by himself.
The Yankees won't be the dominant force that some people think they will be with Tanaka in tow, nor will they be the 1972 Phillies with Masahiro Tanaka playing the role of Steve Carlton. Somewhere, a middle ground will play out. One thing that will be for certain, Tanaka will not repeat his past season's amazing run. Will he be good? Yes, he should be. Will he be the second coming of Cy Young? Doubtful.
I expect the rest of MLB to catch up with Tanaka around June, if not sooner. If he's a smart pitcher, he will make adjustments. I expect Masahiro to break down at some point during the duration of this contract. The Eagles excessively used him in Japan. It will be a miracle if he doesn't experience some arm issues.
Mind you, this is just pure speculation. Tanaka could be the rare gem that pitches a lengthy career with no major speed bumps. If that happens, it would be awesome and a nice coup for the Bronx Bombers. Chances are his career will not be that smooth. Unfortunately, baseball is a team sport and you are only as good as the team around you. Masahiro could be lights out and throw no-hitters every start in the Yankee pinstripes. Just ask Andy Hawkins how easy it is to lose a no-hitter for the Yankees.
The truth is we haven't seen Tanaka play in the majors yet. Time will tell how good he will be. Is he worth the money laid out? Not really, but I don't think any player is worth that much. I guess in a roundabout way, I'm just trying to say, keep calm, let things play out and enjoy the ride. However Tanaka fares in MLB, it should prove very interesting.
Like it or not, the Yankees are one of the few teams that can throw insane amounts of money at a position and overpay for needs, wants and luxuries. Does this make them an automatic lock for the World Series? Hardly. It doesn't even make them a lock for the playoffs. The Yankees have a few more holes to fill before they can become a well rounded team and one man (no matter how good he is, unless his name is Bugs Bunny) can win a game all by himself.
The Yankees won't be the dominant force that some people think they will be with Tanaka in tow, nor will they be the 1972 Phillies with Masahiro Tanaka playing the role of Steve Carlton. Somewhere, a middle ground will play out. One thing that will be for certain, Tanaka will not repeat his past season's amazing run. Will he be good? Yes, he should be. Will he be the second coming of Cy Young? Doubtful.
I expect the rest of MLB to catch up with Tanaka around June, if not sooner. If he's a smart pitcher, he will make adjustments. I expect Masahiro to break down at some point during the duration of this contract. The Eagles excessively used him in Japan. It will be a miracle if he doesn't experience some arm issues.
Mind you, this is just pure speculation. Tanaka could be the rare gem that pitches a lengthy career with no major speed bumps. If that happens, it would be awesome and a nice coup for the Bronx Bombers. Chances are his career will not be that smooth. Unfortunately, baseball is a team sport and you are only as good as the team around you. Masahiro could be lights out and throw no-hitters every start in the Yankee pinstripes. Just ask Andy Hawkins how easy it is to lose a no-hitter for the Yankees.
The truth is we haven't seen Tanaka play in the majors yet. Time will tell how good he will be. Is he worth the money laid out? Not really, but I don't think any player is worth that much. I guess in a roundabout way, I'm just trying to say, keep calm, let things play out and enjoy the ride. However Tanaka fares in MLB, it should prove very interesting.
Monday, January 20, 2014
WSC Birth Years: Leury Garcia
Card #149 - Leury Garcia
Born: March 18, 1991
Leury made the Rangers roster in 2013 as a utility player, seeing action in twenty-five games before being sent down to AAA in mid-June. He mostly gained experience from the opportunity, collecting ten hits in fifty-seven plate appearances.
On August 11, 2013, Garcia was traded to the White Sox to complete the Alex Rios trade, made two days earlier. Leury made the most of his first appearance in a White Sox uniform, on August 23rd, against his former team, the Texas Rangers. In the bottom of the eighth, Leury pinch hit for Avisail Garcia, and accounted for the only hit by the Pale Hose in that inning, with a line drive single to right. Garcia then replaced Gordon Beckham at second base for the remainder of the game. Leury can play multiple position in the infield and outfield so his playing time should increase in 2014.
Born: March 18, 1991
Leury made the Rangers roster in 2013 as a utility player, seeing action in twenty-five games before being sent down to AAA in mid-June. He mostly gained experience from the opportunity, collecting ten hits in fifty-seven plate appearances.
On August 11, 2013, Garcia was traded to the White Sox to complete the Alex Rios trade, made two days earlier. Leury made the most of his first appearance in a White Sox uniform, on August 23rd, against his former team, the Texas Rangers. In the bottom of the eighth, Leury pinch hit for Avisail Garcia, and accounted for the only hit by the Pale Hose in that inning, with a line drive single to right. Garcia then replaced Gordon Beckham at second base for the remainder of the game. Leury can play multiple position in the infield and outfield so his playing time should increase in 2014.
Favorite Cards: Milwaukee Brewers
1976 Topps #550 - Hank Aaron
I have long admired the career of the true MLB Home Run King, Hank Aaron. I've enjoyed following the Brewers, even when they were pitted against my White Sox in the same league. I've always thought the history of the team was fascinating, from their beginnings in Seattle to their move to the National League.
Well before they became division rivals of the Cubs, I was digging the classic yellow and blue combinations of their uniforms. Plus I've liked the old Brewers batting helmets since I found out Carlton Fisk wore one in the 1972 All-Star game.
The colors pop on this card against a watercolor sky. Hank Aaron's name demands recognition against the only pink on the card. The still new paint fresh position of designated hitter is displayed prominently under the cartoon graphic.
Hammerin' Hank looks like a man who has seen and accomplished a lot in his career. He is in the final stages of his MLB journey here, but you can still see the steely-eyed focus and the determination to make every at-bat count. Even posed, Aaron looks impressive at the invisible plate. This just has the perfect combination, in my estimation, to be my favorite Milwaukee Brewers card.
I have long admired the career of the true MLB Home Run King, Hank Aaron. I've enjoyed following the Brewers, even when they were pitted against my White Sox in the same league. I've always thought the history of the team was fascinating, from their beginnings in Seattle to their move to the National League.
Well before they became division rivals of the Cubs, I was digging the classic yellow and blue combinations of their uniforms. Plus I've liked the old Brewers batting helmets since I found out Carlton Fisk wore one in the 1972 All-Star game.
The colors pop on this card against a watercolor sky. Hank Aaron's name demands recognition against the only pink on the card. The still new paint fresh position of designated hitter is displayed prominently under the cartoon graphic.
Hammerin' Hank looks like a man who has seen and accomplished a lot in his career. He is in the final stages of his MLB journey here, but you can still see the steely-eyed focus and the determination to make every at-bat count. Even posed, Aaron looks impressive at the invisible plate. This just has the perfect combination, in my estimation, to be my favorite Milwaukee Brewers card.
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