Lou Piniella, then 66, retired ten years ago today after
nearly four years as manager of the Cubs. Piniella’s experience with the
Cubs was bittersweet, which was more than many of his forerunners (whose
experiences were only bitter) could say.
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On the plus side, Piniella became the first skipper to lead the
Cubs to back-to-back postseason appearances (in 2007 and 2008) since the
immortal Frank Chance did so in 1906, 1907, and 1908. And he tried, at
least, to establish a general atmosphere of accountability that was
often lacking for the “lovable losers” of seasons past.
Alas, like his immediate predecessor Dusty Baker, whose tenure also
began with a bang, Piniella’s stay with the Cubs ended with a whimper.
Or maybe it was a yawn, given the dismal performance
of the 2010 club, which had lost 20 of its last 25 games when Piniella cut bait. He had planned to retire at the end of the season anyway but accelerated the timetable so he could return home to Tampa and care for his 90-year-old mother, who was ailing. “I cried a little bit before the [final] game,” he said. “This will be the last time I put on a uniform.”
Fifty-one years ago, it was a different story. Then Piniella was coming, not going. After getting one at-bat for Baltimore in 1965 and five for Cleveland in 1968, Piniella found himself in 1969 with the Seattle Pilots, a first-year expansion club that soon flew to Milwaukee and became the Brewers. This period of Piniella’s career is colorfully recalled in Jim Bouton's classic book Ball Four.
Bouton’s first interaction with Piniella took place when he phoned the latter to enlist him in a player strike that was being planned. “I reached Lou in Florida,” Bouton wrote, “and he said that his impulse was to report, that he was scared it would count against him if he didn’t, that he was just a rookie looking to make the big leagues and didn’t want anybody to get angry at him. But also that he’d thought it over carefully and thought he should support the other players and the strike. So he was not reporting.
Fifty-one years ago, it was a different story. Then Piniella was coming, not going. After getting one at-bat for Baltimore in 1965 and five for Cleveland in 1968, Piniella found himself in 1969 with the Seattle Pilots, a first-year expansion club that soon flew to Milwaukee and became the Brewers. This period of Piniella’s career is colorfully recalled in Jim Bouton's classic book Ball Four.
Bouton’s first interaction with Piniella took place when he phoned the latter to enlist him in a player strike that was being planned. “I reached Lou in Florida,” Bouton wrote, “and he said that his impulse was to report, that he was scared it would count against him if he didn’t, that he was just a rookie looking to make the big leagues and didn’t want anybody to get angry at him. But also that he’d thought it over carefully and thought he should support the other players and the strike. So he was not reporting.
“That impressed the hell out of me. Here’s a kid with a lot more at
stake than I, a kid risking a once-in-a-lifetime shot. And suddenly I
felt a moral obligation to the players. I decided not to go down [to
spring training].”
The work stoppage was soon averted, and the players reported for
duty. At camp, Piniella was not called “Sweet Lou,” as he was in later
years. He was “Red-Ass Lou,” as fired up as they come. Pilots manager
Joe Schultz, a crusty old-timer, took an instant and intense dislike to
him. “[Piniella] says he knows they don’t want him,” Bouton wrote, “and
that he’s going to quit baseball rather than go back to Triple-A.”
Piniella was indeed sent to the minor leagues, but he didn’t
quit. Just days after being farmed out, he was traded to the Kansas City
Royals, the American League’s other first-year expansion club, where he
not only earned a starting job but won the Rookie of the Year award to
boot. He played five seasons for the Royals and 11 more for the Yankees
before embarking on a 23-year managerial career.
Piniella won two World Series as a player (1977 and 1978) and another as a manager (1990).
His encounters with umpires in the latter role will be featured on highlight reels for years to come. When he was planning a particularly strenuous argument, Piniella would spin the bill of his cap around like a catcher, so he could get to within inches of the umpire without touching. His dirt-kicking and base-tossing efforts brought fans to their feet and gave him a workout, “It’s a wonder I didn’t pull a groin or something,” he said.
When it was all said and done, Piniella had spent four decades doing something he was deeply passionate about,
making a very comfortable living in the process. He will most likely be
elected to the Hall of Fame some day. It is certainly true of Piniella,
as is said of so many baseball lifers, that he loved and respected the
game. But what set Piniella apart from many of the others was that he so
obviously enjoyed it as well.
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