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06-29-2001, 05:21 PM
The Myths of Johnny Pesky
The true stories surrounding a Boston legend
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by Rob Neyer
Note: The following is an excerpt from Rob Neyer's forthcoming book Feeding the Green Monster, a diary of the 2000 season spent at Boston's Fenway Park. SportsJones will feature portions of Rob's book each week, throughout the 2001 baseball season.
Sunday, May 21, 2000
Detroit’s Gregg Jefferies led off tonight’s game against Ramon Martinez with a line drive that hooked around the right-field fair pole, which rises to the sky from a spot only 302 feet from home plate. Nobody in Boston calls it the right-field pole, though; here, it’s known as “Pesky’s pole” (or, less commonly, “the Pesky pole”).
That’s “Pesky” as in Johnny Pesky (born John Michael Paveskovich, 9/27/19), the same Johnny Pesky who’s been employed by the Boston Red Sox for the better part of the last sixty years. He broke into the majors in 1942, and hit .331 as a rookie shortstop. Pesky spent the next three seasons in the U.S. Navy, but returned in 1946 to hit .335. That fall, he was labeled the goat when the Sox lost to the Cardinals in Game 7 of the World Series. Most serious analysts and historians, however, don’t believe that Pesky could have made any difference … You know what? I’m going to get into this for a moment, so I hope you’ll indulge me. Pesky’s play in the ’46 Series is a key piece of Red Sox lore, and I shouldn’t gloss over it quite so quickly.
It’s Game 7 of the 1946 World Series. The Red Sox have just scored twice in the top of the eighth to tie the score at three runs apiece, and now the Cardinals are batting. Enos Slaughter singles to center field, but he remains planted on first base when Whitey Kurowski pops up trying to bunt, and Del Rice flies to left. But Harry Walker dumps a soft liner into left-center field, and Slaughter – who was running with the pitch, hoping to steal second – sprints through a stop sign from his third-base coach, all the way home to put St. Louis ahead.
Simple enough, right? Except that’s not how most of the men in the press box remembered it. As most of them wrote the story, Sox center fielder Leon Culberson retrieved Walker’s hit, relayed the ball to shortstop Pesky … who hesitated before throwing home, too late to nab Slaughter. “Pesky holds the ball” remains, after all these years, the epitaph for the 1946 Series.
The problem is, the men in the press box didn’t have instant replay to help them out. A careful study of the film, however, reveals that Pesky didn’t hold the ball at all. And as Glenn Stout and Richard A. Johnson write in Red Sox Century, the best book ever written about the Red Sox,
The truth is Slaughter’s dash surprised everyone, including the writers in the press box. The fiction that Pesky held the ball in the first place reveals their stupefaction at the play. In normal circumstances the hit would have been a single, and in normal circumstances it would have moved Slaughter to third. But this wasn’t normal – it was the last inning of the World Series … As the grainy film shows, Pesky took the throw with his back to the plate, spun toward third, spotted Slaughter, took a quick half windup, and threw home. Catch to throw takes less than a second. He does not pause or freeze with the ball, although his body language exhibits surprise … Pesky, who got all the blame, simply made an average play in a situation that was already lost. Had he eyes in the back of his head and an arm like Bob Feller’s, by the time he got the ball Slaughter still would have scored.
The first two Red Sox hitters reached base in the top of the ninth, but both were stranded. After winning their first five World Series – the last of them way back in 1918 – the Sox had finally lost one. Of course, no one in his right mind would have predicted that they would go the rest of the century without winning another.
Pesky shifted to third base in 1948 and continued to produce – in 1950, his .437 on-base percentage ranked third in the American League – but he got off to a slow start in 1952 and the Sox traded him to Detroit. He played a few more seasons, but injuries severely limited his effectiveness. After retiring as a player, Pesky coached and managed in the Yankees and Tigers organizations before returning to the Red Sox fold, first as manager of their Seattle farm club in 1961 and ’62, and then as manager of the Red Sox themselves in 1963 and ’64. Pesky got fired, of course – the mid-‘60s Sox were a frightful bunch, beyond the help of any mere mortal – and next spent a few years working for the Pirates. He joined the Red Sox again in 1969, and has been with the club ever since, in a variety of capacities. Pesky is now eighty years old, and officially employed as a Special Assignment Instructor (which sounds a hell of a lot like a sinecure to me, but then he’s probably earned it).
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The true stories surrounding a Boston legend
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Print story
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by Rob Neyer
Note: The following is an excerpt from Rob Neyer's forthcoming book Feeding the Green Monster, a diary of the 2000 season spent at Boston's Fenway Park. SportsJones will feature portions of Rob's book each week, throughout the 2001 baseball season.
Sunday, May 21, 2000
Detroit’s Gregg Jefferies led off tonight’s game against Ramon Martinez with a line drive that hooked around the right-field fair pole, which rises to the sky from a spot only 302 feet from home plate. Nobody in Boston calls it the right-field pole, though; here, it’s known as “Pesky’s pole” (or, less commonly, “the Pesky pole”).
That’s “Pesky” as in Johnny Pesky (born John Michael Paveskovich, 9/27/19), the same Johnny Pesky who’s been employed by the Boston Red Sox for the better part of the last sixty years. He broke into the majors in 1942, and hit .331 as a rookie shortstop. Pesky spent the next three seasons in the U.S. Navy, but returned in 1946 to hit .335. That fall, he was labeled the goat when the Sox lost to the Cardinals in Game 7 of the World Series. Most serious analysts and historians, however, don’t believe that Pesky could have made any difference … You know what? I’m going to get into this for a moment, so I hope you’ll indulge me. Pesky’s play in the ’46 Series is a key piece of Red Sox lore, and I shouldn’t gloss over it quite so quickly.
It’s Game 7 of the 1946 World Series. The Red Sox have just scored twice in the top of the eighth to tie the score at three runs apiece, and now the Cardinals are batting. Enos Slaughter singles to center field, but he remains planted on first base when Whitey Kurowski pops up trying to bunt, and Del Rice flies to left. But Harry Walker dumps a soft liner into left-center field, and Slaughter – who was running with the pitch, hoping to steal second – sprints through a stop sign from his third-base coach, all the way home to put St. Louis ahead.
Simple enough, right? Except that’s not how most of the men in the press box remembered it. As most of them wrote the story, Sox center fielder Leon Culberson retrieved Walker’s hit, relayed the ball to shortstop Pesky … who hesitated before throwing home, too late to nab Slaughter. “Pesky holds the ball” remains, after all these years, the epitaph for the 1946 Series.
The problem is, the men in the press box didn’t have instant replay to help them out. A careful study of the film, however, reveals that Pesky didn’t hold the ball at all. And as Glenn Stout and Richard A. Johnson write in Red Sox Century, the best book ever written about the Red Sox,
The truth is Slaughter’s dash surprised everyone, including the writers in the press box. The fiction that Pesky held the ball in the first place reveals their stupefaction at the play. In normal circumstances the hit would have been a single, and in normal circumstances it would have moved Slaughter to third. But this wasn’t normal – it was the last inning of the World Series … As the grainy film shows, Pesky took the throw with his back to the plate, spun toward third, spotted Slaughter, took a quick half windup, and threw home. Catch to throw takes less than a second. He does not pause or freeze with the ball, although his body language exhibits surprise … Pesky, who got all the blame, simply made an average play in a situation that was already lost. Had he eyes in the back of his head and an arm like Bob Feller’s, by the time he got the ball Slaughter still would have scored.
The first two Red Sox hitters reached base in the top of the ninth, but both were stranded. After winning their first five World Series – the last of them way back in 1918 – the Sox had finally lost one. Of course, no one in his right mind would have predicted that they would go the rest of the century without winning another.
Pesky shifted to third base in 1948 and continued to produce – in 1950, his .437 on-base percentage ranked third in the American League – but he got off to a slow start in 1952 and the Sox traded him to Detroit. He played a few more seasons, but injuries severely limited his effectiveness. After retiring as a player, Pesky coached and managed in the Yankees and Tigers organizations before returning to the Red Sox fold, first as manager of their Seattle farm club in 1961 and ’62, and then as manager of the Red Sox themselves in 1963 and ’64. Pesky got fired, of course – the mid-‘60s Sox were a frightful bunch, beyond the help of any mere mortal – and next spent a few years working for the Pirates. He joined the Red Sox again in 1969, and has been with the club ever since, in a variety of capacities. Pesky is now eighty years old, and officially employed as a Special Assignment Instructor (which sounds a hell of a lot like a sinecure to me, but then he’s probably earned it).
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"Man may penetrate the outer reaches of the universe, he may solve the very secret of eternity itself, but for me, the ultimate human experience is to witness the flawless execution of a hit-and-run."
LETS GO METS!!!
HELP BE AN ADDICT AND CLICK ON AN AD!!