Tuesday, October 03, 2023

So Long, and Thanks for Everything

It's been an emotional few days for Red Sox fans. First, we were united in our vitriol towards hero turned heel Curt Schilling after the Nazi-curious blowhard disclosed the fact that Tim Wakefield and his wife were both battling cancer. I think Jason Varitek's wife said it best:


Then, as we prepared to say our sporting farewells to Terry Francona, we learned that Wakefield had passed away from brain cancer at the age of 57. 

Wakefield ranks very near the top of my list of favorite Sox players. Realistically, only Yaz, Pedro, and Dustin Pedroia are higher, and the gap isn't very large. It's no so much that Wake was a great player, though he had his moments. Rather it's that he was the personification of the everyman, humble in his on-field craft, in his interactions with the media, and in his service to the community. One of the worst feelings I've ever had in sports was watching him standing on the mound after serving up the series-winning walkoff homerun to Aaron Boone that ended Game 7 of the 2003 ALCS in the Bronx. 

And one of the best was watching Wake get so much love from his teammates after the Sox avenged that loss in 2004. A little-remembered act from that series speaks to the reason why so many teammates have been so distraught over his passing. Wake was scheduled to start Game 4 of that series, but with the Sox being battered in Game 3, Wake volunteered to take the ball and eat innings to save the bullpen. He came in during the top of the 4th and left after the 8th, throwing 64 pitches and giving up five runs as the Yankees smoked the Sox and left them for dead, 19-8.

After the Sox won Game 4 in 12 innings, Wakefield came back on one day's rest to pitch the final three innings of Game 5. If I've been more nervous during a game than I was during the top of the 13th, I'd like to know about it. Varitek was not Wakefield's usual catcher - that inglorious duty was generally given to Doug Mirabelli. Despite his best efforts, he gave up three passed balls in the inning, the final one giving the Yankees runners on second and third with two outs. Wake, stoic and calm while his knuckleball danced and dove, took the rubber, flicked his wrist, and got Ruben Sierra to strike out swinging while Varitek held on as if his life depended upon it. Check out the first 1:35 of the video below.


One could argue that Wake's selfless act in Game 3 helped the Sox bullpen be just fresh enough to withstand 26 innings of baseball over the following two nights. Reality doesn't necessarily work that way, but his teammates say it's true. Maybe it's just that they didn't want to let him down. 

('Course you could also argue that his efforts laid the groundwork for the Bloody Sock game that covered  that cocksucker Schilling in so much glory. Bygones.)

Tim Wakefield pitched in Boston for the better part of 17 seasons. He retired with exactly 200 wins (something we wrote about way back in 2011), 186 with Boston, good for third behind Roger Clemens and Cy Young on the Sox' all-time list. His 3,006 innings pitched is more than any other Red Sox player ever. He started the most games, lost the most games, gave up the most hits and homers, walked and hit the most batters, threw the most wild pitches, and faced the most batters. I suppose one has to be somewhat ego-free to make a living throwing knuckleballs for two decades. 

So God Bless, and Godspeed Timmy Wake. May the ball never spin once it leaves your hand, and may all the catchers in heaven have giant gloves.

16 comments:

Whitney said...

Across the aisle over at Misery Loves Company, I always appreciated Tim Wakefield's efforts -- and my colleague rob's love for the man and hatred for watching him throw those ridiculous flutterballs into the ether for amazing results of heroism or catastrophe, to hyperbolize only a tad.

A good man gone too soon. Meanwhile Rocket and Schill still roam around grating the masses. Such is the way. Billy Joel should write a song about it.

zman said...

I spent more time than I care to admit watching Red Sox baseball in the late 1990s and early 2000s. Wakefield was one of a handful of Sox I liked. He's gone too early.

In other news, how the heck am I supposed to pick a winner in the Broncos/Jest matchup?

Professor G. Truck said...

lovely tribute. are their still knuckleballers in the MLB?

Professor G. Truck said...

internet says not really . . .

Mark said...

Wakefield and I grew up in the same area. He’s older than me but went to my biggest HS rival (Eau Gallie). Then he went to Florida Tech here in town. The story goes that he started fucking around with the knuckleball whilst warming up as an outfielder in college. He discovered he might be decent at it, met the Niekros and the rest is history.

He spent most of his off-seasons back here and was known to be a good guy in the community. Sad times for sure.

rootsminer said...

Bob Uecker is still calling Brewers games, in case you were wondering.

rob said...

started his pro career as a first baseman. was about to wash out in the low minors when he told someone he could throw a knuckler. they let him try it, and the rest was history. broke in with the pirates, sox got him as a free agent after the pirates waived him.

Donna said...

Hey so I’m chatting with these two guys at the BnB where I’m staying in StAndrews — John Morgan and Richard Boxall. Commentators for Sky Sports. Funny gents. And nice! Dan, you know them? Sorry I don’t even know your last name, Dan — I’d ask them if they know you (isn’t that possible)?

Whitney said...

Donna, think Abbott’s partner…

Whitney said...

Happy National Taco Day!

Remember when Dave ate 200 tacos?

rob said...

donna, whit's trying to tell you danimal's last name.

Dave said...

we're having tacos for dinner tonight! serendipity!

rob said...

dan's last name is tacos?

Whitney said...

I had two shrimp tacos for lunch on my buddy Ned’s family cottage porch in Sandbridge.

And I’m having two more tacos for dinner! Hooray Taco Day!

Mark said...

I did not have tacos today. I did get to play basketball. Tomorrow I make the awful drive to Tallahassee to hang with my (large) family for the weekend and attend an FSU football game. I expect Whit to buy me a couple tacos next weekend.

Whitney said...

You got it, buddy