(I would love to have seen Don Drysdale pitch a baseball game. The big right-hander from southern California would have turned 79 years old today. I hope this post does him justice. I tried to channel the legendary Los Angeles Times writer Jim Murray a bit.)
By Glen Sparks
Don Drysdale turned an at-bat into nasty business. He stood six-feet, six-inches and hurled 95 mph sidearm heat. The Dodgers right-hander struck out 2,486 batters in his 14-year career and hit 154.
You’ve heard of an uncomfortable 0-for-4? Drysdale was a terrifying 0-for-4. Drysdale liked to talk about his 2-for-1 policy. You hit one of my guys, he’d say, I’ll hit two of your guys. Drysdale didn’t like to issue intentional walks. He’d rather drill the guy and save three pitches.
He glared at hitters the way a drill instructor glares at buck privates. He looked like a tiger in need of a steak. He squinted in for the sign like a great white shark squints to find a lonely surfer.
Batting against Drysdale was like a day at the beach. On jellyfish day. He hit guys like Joe Louis hit pikers from Palookaville.
Drysdale hailed from Van Nuys, Calif., born July 23, 1936, a Valley boy from a different time. He probably scared off half the kids from North Hollywood and Sherman Oaks. The Brooklyn Dodgers signed him in 1954 for $4,000 and $600 a month.
The Dodgers promoted him to the big club in 1956, a 19-year-old, all arms, legs and fastball. He promptly went 5-5 with a 2.64 ERA (152 ERA+) in 99 innings. The kid was good. The next year, he went 17-9 with a 2.69 ERA (153 ERA+).
Going Back to Cali
In 1958, the Dodgers moved to L.A. The California boy went home. In 1959, he won 17 games and led the Dodgers to a World Series title against the Chicago White Sox. His 242 strikeouts were the most by a National League pitcher in 35 years.
Over the next decade, Drysdale solidified his Hall of Fame career. He only led the National League in wins once, but he led it in strikeouts three times. No. 53 struck out a career high 251 in 1963. He topped the 200 strikeout mark six times.
Drysdale and Sandy Koufax made a magnificent 1-2 combo. Koufax, left-handed and elegant, Drysdale, right-handed and fierce. They started games in the warm twilight at Dodger Stadium, hurling unhittable pitches fired into sunlight and shadow. For opposing line-ups, it was more like a California nightmare than a California dream.
In 1962, Drysdale won 25 games and took home the Cy Young Award. He finished fifth in the MVP voting. Big D and Koufax led the Dodgers to World Series championships in ‘63 and 1965. They didn’t get much help from the offense. The Dodger attack was about as scary as your cousin Sissy’s pet beagle. The Dodgers made it home about as often as Robinson Caruso.
(Supposedly true story, probably apocryphal: On June 4, 1964, Drysdale lost an 11-inning game against the Philadelphia Phillies in which he gave up just four hits. He then left the team to take care of some personal business in Washington, D.C. On June 5, unbeknownst to Drysdale, Koufax threw a no-hitter. Some guy at the hotel told the big guy. Drysdale: “Did we win?”)
Drysdale probably put up his best year in 1964. He compiled an 18-16 record, but he tagged a 2.18 ERA (147 ERA+) onto that over 321.1 innings, a career-high. He gave up an average of just 6.8 hits per 9 innings, a career low.
In 1968, in his next-to-last season, Drysdale set a Major League record. He threw 58 2/3 consecutive scoreless innings and put up a 2.15 ERA (128 ERA+). And, if threw a few extra spitballs that year, well, then so be it. He wasn’t the only one.
Big D started off 5-4 in 1969 with a 4.45 ERA. His strong right shoulder had thrown enough. He called a press conference, shed some tears and said he was done. Drysdale, the L.A. guy who looked a movie star, retired with a 209-166 record and a 2.95 ERA (121 ERA+). No. 53 tossed 49 shutouts and hit 29 home runs. He took the ball every game and led the league in starts from 1962-65. He made eight All-Star teams.
Retired from playing, Drysdale turned to broadcasting. He called games for a number of teams including his beloved Dodgers. The writers finally voted him into the Hall of Fame in 1984.
On July 3, 1993, Drysdale died of a heart attack at his hotel room in Montreal, hours before a game that evening between the Dodgers and Expos. Vin Scully announced his death over the radio. He began it this way: “”Friends, we’ve known each other a long time, and I’ve had to make a lot of announcements, some more painful than others. But never have I ever been asked to make an announcement that hurts me as much as this one. And I say it to you as best I can with a broken heart.”
Reporters asked Tommy LaSorda, the Dodger manager, a long-time friend and former teammate of Drysdale’s, for a comment. There’s Tommy sitting on a stool, his uniform top partly unbuttoned, the bags heavy beneath his eyes, his eyes tearing up, his voice trying to stay strong. He looks up at the camera. He says this of Drysdale: “He was a man’s man.”
Drysdale stands out today as a legendary pitcher from a tougher, by-gone era in baseball, one of inside fastballs and black-and-blue rib cages. Orlando Cepeda said the trick to an at bat against Drysdale was this: “Hit him before he hits you.”
Donald Scott Drysdale, you were one tough pitcher.
Tommy LaSorda didn’t win a single game as a big league pitcher; he did win 1,599 games as manager of the Los Angeles Dodgers. He led his team to eight division titles, four pennants and two World Series championships in his 20 years as skipper.
Fans know him for bleeding Dodger blue, his rah-rah style, those never-ending arguments with umpires, occasional profane rants, and a love for pasta dishes and his Italian roots.
He can talk about anything. (“Tommy, do you believe in free speech? Good, because you’re going to give one.”) Columnist Bill Plaschke writes that a good Lasorda listener is someone “who nods a lot, period.”
The son of Italian immigrants Sabatinno and Carmella Lasorda is so patriotic that he has a huge American flag mounted on the driver’s side of his Cadillac and a Teddy Bear in his office that sings “God Bless America” if you press its belly. (The second Teddy Bear in his office wears an Uncle Sam hat.)
He served in the Army and likes to be the toughest guy in the room. Self-confidence? During his playing days, LaSorda recommended to Dodgers GM Buzzie Bavasi that the team cut loose a different lefty … Sandy Koufax. Koufax became a Hall of Fame pitcher, of course. LaSorda went 0-4 in the Majors. Tommy probably still thinks he was right, though.
He palled with Frank Sinatra and still hangs out with Don Rickles. During his Hall of Fame acceptance speech in 1997, he singled out buddy Tony Danza of Taxi fame as one of America’s greatest actors. (I heard it with my own two ears.)
In his 1985 autobiography The Artful Dodger, LaSorda acknowledges 544 of his closest friends. In his 2007 follow-up, I Live for This, he calls managing the 2000 Olympic baseball team to a Gold Medal his greatest managerial thrill. LaSorda, who retired as Dodgers manager following a heart attack in the 1996 season, works for the club now as Special Adviser to Chairman Mark Walter. He has 66 years of continuous service with the team, one more year than broadcaster Vin Scully.
Tommy LaSorda’s Trattoria opened in April at Dodger Stadium. He remains one of the game’s biggest fans and Dodger cheerleaders. The camera occasionally pans in LaSorda’s direction at home games. You can see Tommy, sometimes sharing a story with a friend, sometimes snoozing. He is, some say, the Dodgers’ living, breathing mascot. Happy birthday, Tommy.