September 4th, 2008 by Banditos GM
Cincinnati Enquirer
June 21, 1992
by Jay O'Donnelly
The
All Star Game hype and galantry has been bombarding Cincinnati for days
now. The Ballpark of Cincinnati is being primped and preened for the
annual exhibition of Earl Weaver Baseball League's finest. This is my
fifth year as a beat writer and columnist, 8th year working at the
Enquirer and 22nd year as a bonafide, die hard Rebel fan.
Some
times the grind and pressure of covering and writing about the team
everyday can take away from the awe and wonder that one feels as a
fan. With the All Star Game coming to Cincinnati I want to take an
opportunity to reminisce about the magical year of 1978, when I was
only a 14 year old fan.
The Rebels and EWB were still in their
infancy in 1978, only eight years old. It helps to know the factors
that lead up to the 1978 Rebel Season. Especially that the Rebels were
almost the team that never was. In 1969, when EWB was still in
planning, there was only one Ohio team, the despised Cleveland
Rockers. In fact Cincinnati was shut out of a coveted EWB slot. The
sixth team in the Ohio Valley was to be in Nashville, Kentucky led by a
conglomerate which included 40% stake by Elvis. This rankled many
Cincinnatians, since many consider it a historical home of baseball and
the fact that Cleveland had a franchise fueled the fire.
When
many in Cincinnati were writing letters to the editor and sulking about
what could have been, one entrepreneurial spirit started rallying to
find a way. Marge Schott
was a well known and somewhat disliked member of Cincinnati's business
elite. Known for being outspoken and misspoken, known for her racist
leanings, and but also known as someone not be messed with. Schott
liquidated most of her assets and businesses in order to become a White
Knight and rescue the Cincinnati populace from a nihilistic existence
without their favourite past time. Schott raised enough to propose an
offer to the Kentucky congomerate which would double their initial
investment. The Kentucky group, including Elvis, was pleased to sell,
considering the success of EWB was still highly in doubt. In December
of 1969 Ballpark of Cincinnati was finished and in April the first
pitch was tossed. In honor of Schott's moxy against the EWB brass the
team was nicknamed the Rebels.
In
1971 the Rebels won 93 games and made the playoffs. This would be
their only postseason appearance until 1978. In the 1970's Cincinnati
was very mediocre, of course this didn't stop the fans from piling in.
Cincinnati populace love their baseball and chili. Growing up a Rebel
fan from the infancy of the organization I collected all their baseball
cards, listened to their radio broadcasts, and savoured the few
Saturday afternoons when they were broadcast on NBC's Game of the
Week. It was usually a game against rival Cleveland. I remember
getting the Rick "Cincinnati Kid" Mooney uniform on Christmas morning
on my tenth birthday. The following summer I wore my #16 uniform every
day, literally! Family trips to Ballpark of Cincinnati were a delight,
it was a tradition to get some Cincinnati Rebel Chili every time we
went, even in the searing dog days of August.
1978
was a watershed year in many respects for me. I was now 14 about to
enter high school, things were changing. It was the year of Ted Bundy,
The Hillside Strangler, Israel invading Lebanon, and the peak of Jimmy
Carter's presidency. The Soviets were evil and bomb drills were still
held regularly. Throughout all the changes in my pubescent life and in
world affairs there was still one constant, EWB Baseball and the Cincy
Rebs.
1977
was a bad year for Cincy. In 1976 new manager Joel Daniel had turned
around the 5th place club of 1975 into a winner, going 84-78 and
claiming 3rd in the Ohio Valley. 1977 was a let down going 71-91.
Daniel was on the ropes as Schott was known for meddling quite often in
the affairs of the team. There were also several question marks.
Cincy acquired young catcher Pedro Rivera who was high on promise but
short on production. Dong-kyoon Kim, a lifetime Rebel, was to return
at 1B after a horrible year in '77. Old standy by Rick "Cincinnati
Kid' Mooney was the only constant. Mooney to this day owns most of the
franchise records and was the face of the organization.
Star
pitcher Willie Thomas was trying to recover from an injury plagued '77
where he went 13-11, 3.34. SP Barry Brown was brought in from San
Antonio to fill a much needed #2 role. Finally, CL Pepe Salazar also
was questionable. After several excellent years as the Rebel closer
Salazar was trying to recover from a 4.26 ERA in 1977.
Many
outside of Cincinnati considered the Rebels an afterthought and who was
to blame them. The Washington Admirals were America's team, winning 3
of the last 4 World Series. Within the Ohio Valley Division, the
Blackjacks, Crusaders and Savages were dominating year in and out.
Only the firm, or fanatical, Rebel fans saw a chance. "Mooney was done
for," they'd whisper, "his legs are shot." "You think ol' Willie
Thomas can pitch? Maybe, but him and who else? Brown's a bum." These
were the conversations floating through my classrooms in March, and I
assume in the Cincinnati taverns too.
I never doubted the Rebels
and Mooney. What 14 year old fan does? This was the year, I would
proclaim loudly to anyone who would listen. What began as unabashed
faith started to become reality. The Rebels shot out of the gate in
April and never looked back. Sure, Indianapolis was playing well and
trying to parry with the powerful Rebels. In fact the Blackjacks were
the only true threat to the Rebels that year in the whole NL.
Cincinnati kept chugging though, with the powerful 1-2-3 combo of
Thomas, Brown and Valdez in the rotation. All 3 won 20 games or more.
Both Thomas and Brown made the All Star team.
Thomas
finished 23-9, 2.92 and 207 K's. Brown finished 21-8 3.02 and Valdez
20-8 3.42. Ace Closer Salazar had a career year with 41 saves and a
1.43 ERA. On the offensive side Mooney was Mooney and had a good year
.277/10/73. Kim recovered from his poor 1977 going .279/12/105. Pedro
Rivera the 25 year old catcher coming from the Iron Horses finally
broke out going .292/6/57.
The
Rebels finish 100-62 the best record in the AL and only surpassed by
the 113 win Admirals. This was the year! Who was going to stop a
front 3 like Thomas, Brown and Valdez? Indianapolis? The Blackjacks
finished 2nd going 92-70 to claim the Wildcard. Philadelphia won the
Colonial going 87-75 and El Paso won the weak Texas Division beatin
Houston in a play in game and finishing 82-81.
Cincinnati was to
host El Paso in the first round. In those days the EWB playoffs were
almost always day games. My first month of high school was racked with
anxiety, baseball anxiety that is. The Rebels played tough and
defeated the Iron Horses 4-2. Better yet, Philly somehow managed to
knock off the strongest threat to a Rebel AL pennant by beating
Indianapolis in 7 games. It was ours for the taking.
With the
off days the Rebel rotation was set to go 1-2-3 with the Three Aces.
They did not let us down. Cincinnati won the first 3 games handily,
Philadelphia was on the ropes. The Quakers were finished for! They
had no stars, no offense and no pitching. Ron Day was the only player
on the team that qualified as notable. Their top starter had won only
17 games. They had burnt through their best pitchers and now down 0-3
were floundering.
The
next game in Philly we lost 4-2. Perhaps it was a weak moment, the
team looked off. Mental errors occured, they looked lackadaisical.
They looked like it was already in the bag and the game was a
formality. Even Rick Mooney appeared more ready to pop champagne
bottles than to catch a pop up.
Game 5 was abominable. Philly,
playing with a nothing to lose, hard nosed style destroyed the Rebels
18-4. Panic crept into the hearts of all Cincinnati fans. Manager
Joel Daniel kept the players from the media and reassured everyone that
they will wrap up the series. Thomas was to start Game 6. He would
have the team ready mentally. This team is too good to fold now he
kept comforting us. His words were what we wanted to hear. This team
was too good to lose.
Thomas
started. Thomas crumbled. After giving up four runs in the 3rd,
Thomas left the game complaining of a sore wrist. Was this an excuse
to get off the mound? Could he not handle the pressure? Our hero, the
main candidate for the 1978 Bob Gibson Award leaving the mound when we
needed him the most? Mooney, to his credit, played on and hard.
Rallying the Rebs back to within one with his 3 run HR blast to CF. I
still had one hero to count on. In the 9th the Quakers brought on Eric
"E" Gibson, one of the most dominating AL closers of 1978. Gibson was
sporting a 1.76 ERA with 39 saves that year and had a slider that was
nearly unhittable. My heart bounced with every inflection in Rebel
play by play man Al Michael's voice. Finally Michael's shrugged,
"...and he struck him out..." Gibson had struck out the side, ending
Game 6.
This
was too much to take. I could not attend school the next day, there
was no way. Somehow I knew that if I could cheer on my beloved Reds on
TV I could coax them to victory. This Philadelphia team was nothing,
they were not worthy.
Game 7 arrived in Cincinnati. The heart
and soul of the city was at Ballpark of Cincinnati that day. The city
literally shut down. I was not the only kid in high school to miss
that day, apparently over 2/3 of the high school had a touch of the
flu. I invited my friends over to watch the game with my family. The
Rebels and Quakers kept it close all game, finally in the 8th Kim hit a
2 out double to drive in a run and take the lead by one. Quakers got
out of the inning and we went to the bottom of the ninth. CL Pepe
Salazar was brought into the game to close it out. I felt it, 3 outs
from the AL Pennant and a trip to the World Series, nothing could stop
us. Salazar quickly retired the first two batters before walking Raul
Acosta. Oh No, big mistake! Acosta was a baserunning fiend, stealing
52 for the Quakers. Of course Joel Daniel had to know that and be
prepared. The problem is the Rebs were too prepared. The nervous
young C Rivera was so ready for Acosta to steal that once Acosta jumped
Rivera bobbled the pitch and made no throw. Shit! I yelled as my dad
glared at the TV, apparently so pissed himself that he felt that he
forgot to reprimand my epithet.
Now
Salazar had Acosta at 2nd and the most dangerous Philly hitter up, Ron
Day. Joel Daniel decided to walk Day and put him on 1st and face Jimmy
Clear instead. This is a decision that still is avidly discussed this
day. In my favourite local pub, Leroy's, you can find Artie and Lenny
argue every night after they get 3 shots of Jim Beam in them. Jimmy
Clear was no slouch, he hit .311 in '78 but had significantly less
power than Day, only hitting 5 HR's. Salazar and Clear battled to a
2-2 count when SMACK I heard the ball hit the bat as vividly as if I
were there. Clear had sent a shot back into center where Rick Mooney
was chasing it down on a mission. Mooney's excellent defense and Gold
Gloves assured me he would get to it and in a snap second Mooney dove
laying his body out like a hawk diving for prey. The ball careened on
the outside of his closing, coned glove....in and out.....FUCK. With
Mooney laid out in deep CF the ball kept going, the LF and RF racing
towards it... Acosta scored, Day rounding third heading home.....the
throw.......SAFE!
That
game ended the most wonderful, magical baseball season ever for me.
Philly went on to lose the World Series to the Washington Admirals.
The Cincinnati Rebels went on to mediocrity, not reaching the playoffs
again until 1986. Joel Daniel eventually left the Rebels in 1979 and
is now managing the hated Rockers. Willie Thomas is in the Hall of
Fame, a Rebel Legend.
Rick "Cincinnati Kid" Mooney, my hero,
finished out a great career. Mooney after missing that catch got up,
walked to the clubhouse, addressed the press and stated "I gave it my
all, I came up short, I will return." Mooney was my hero before the
game in a juvenile admiration fashion, after that game, after his worst
career moment, he became a hero in a different way. I respected his
dedication to his profession and his love for the game. Mooney became
an inspiration to how I want to work and live. That season, 1978, is
what inspired me to become a sports writer. I made it my goal to watch
the Rebels for a living and relate what I see and feel to my audience.
With
the All Star Game coming, the Cincinnati Rebel fans should reflect on
the history and impact this franchise has made. My memories of the
1978 season is one part of this collective celebration of The
Cincinnati Rebels. GO REBS!!!