Many
so-called experts have suggested
that baseball's true "golden
age" began in 1951. Arguably
the best players of their
generation in each league,
Mickey Mantle of the New York
Yankees and Willie Mays of
the New York, then later San
Francisco, Giants made their
major league debuts that year.
Interestingly, while Mays
was named rookie of the year
that season, the American
League award actually went
to one of Mantle's teammates,
third-baseman Gil McDougal.
A fact that
I'm proud of today is that
when I won National League
Rookie of the Year in 1954,
I beat out a couple of good
young ball players. Hank
Aaron, the future all-time
home run king who broke
in with the Milwaukee Braves,
finished fourth in the balloting,
while the effervescent Mr.
Cub, Ernie Banks, a shortstop
when he broke into the big
league at Chicago, finished
a distant-second in the
voting. For a more complete
look at how the three of
us stacked us statistically
that year, click
here.
Certainly
there were great players
before 1951, and some great
teams, but, when Jackie
Robinson broke the color
barrier in baseball, things
changed. Not every team
was quick to integrate,
but, by the early '50's,
many great black players,
like Mays, Aaron and Banks,
had emerged. A more exciting
brand of baseball began
to be played and that brought
more fans to the ballparks.
With more fans in seats,
the owners made more money,
but, thanks to baseball's
special reserve clause exemption,
not much of that money trickled
into the players' pockets.
Next to Robinson's
entry into the game, perhaps
the second biggest event
in the history of baseball
came at the end of the 1957
season when both the Brooklyn
Dodgers and New York Giants
moved to California. To
that point, St. Louis, where
I was still playing at the
time, was the westernmost
big league franchise, and
we had a huge fan base thanks
to that. The famous words
of newspaper editor Horace
Greeley, "Go west,
young man," were taken
literally to heart by Giants
owner Horace Stoneham, and
his counterpart with the
Dodgers, Walter O'Malley.
I had the
good fortune to play for
Mr. O'Malley with the Los
Angeles Dodgers. After winning
just one World Series title
in Brooklyn, where fans
of "'Da Bums"
made famous the saying,
"Wait Until Next Year,"
the Dodgers had tremendous
success in southern California,
going to three World Series
from 1959, my first year
with the club, until 1965,
my last. Those Dodger teams
were somewhat the antithesis
of the New York Yankees'
dynasty. We were built on
speed, defense and pitching,
and with the likes of Don
Drysdale and Sandy Koufax,
what pitching we had!
I certainly
am partial when it comes
to looking back on baseball
in the 1950's and '60's,
but, the game, during those
decades, had evolved in
so many positive ways. Free
agency was still nearly
a decade away when I retired
from the game, and steroids
were about a quarter century
to come. It would be an
overstatement to say it
was an "innocent time",
but, it was a great time,
not only for the owners
and fans, but, coming from
that era myself, I can tell
you it was a great time
to be playing the game.
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