Sunday Morning Coffee — February 9, 2020 — The Law of Baseball

February 9, 2020 Baseball, Uncategorized 19 Comments

We have very little in common. Come to think of it, we actually have a lot in common.

Vernon Law will celebrate his 90th birthday next month. I’ll be 68 in May.

In October 1960, when Ike was our President, Law was 30. I was 8.

Ten years ago, Law, the show-off, had a seven coronary artery bypass. Two years ago, I only had a cinco de bypass.

Law is a devout Mormon. I am a high-holiday Jew.

Law still has a head full of wavy gray hair. I once wore an Afro.

Law throws right-handed. I’m a lefty.

Law wore a Major League Baseball uniform for 16 years as pitcher for the Pittsburgh Pirates. I’ve worn a Pirates, Yankees and Tigers uniform at 16 baseball fantasy camps.

Law has 162 major league wins on his pitching resume. I’ve been to 162 major league games.

However, our lives did intersect on the same day: October 13, 1960, a day neither one of us will ever forget.

Improbably, it was Game 7 of the 1960 World Series. Improbable because the mighty Yankees were supposed to beat the upstart Bucs in four easy games and never get to a Game 7. Despite losing three of the games by predictable scores of 16-3, 10-0 and 12-0, the Pirates scraped out wins of 6-4, 3-2 and 5-2 in the other three setting up Game 7 with Vernon Law pitching for the Pirates and Bob Turley for the Yankees. Law also started Games 1 and 4 of that Series and was credited with the win in each game.

That year, 1960, Law won the Cy Young Award as the best pitcher in the National League with a record of 20-9. That same year I got the Citizenship Award as a second grader at Meadowbrook Elementary School. I still don’t know what it means.

Even though I lived on Long Island, the Pittsburgh Pirates were my team. They were my team because they were my father’s team and I thought that was the way it worked. They were also Vernon Law’s team.

So, while Law was pitching Game 7, I was squirming in school trying to get a pass to go to the bathroom as often as I could with a late developing case of a stomach bug. The remedy was getting into a stall and plugging the transistor radio earpiece into my ear to see how my Pirates were doing.

My first major league game would be the following year but at that young age I was mesmerized by the sport because my 32-year-old was, too. Baseball was the national pastime in the 50s and 60s. I knew the Pirates playing in the World Series was big stuff, because Dad told me so. I knew I had to rush home and leap off the school bus to watch the end of Game 7.

Vernon Law was one of my earliest idols. He was the best pitcher on my team. Even then, at eight years old, I knew all the players’ names on the Pirates. My parents always told me they wished I knew my math as well as I knew my Pirates. Everyone called Mr. Law ‘The Deacon.’ I had no idea why, nor had I ever heard of the LDS Church, not on Long Island anyway.

Two weeks ago, I spent seven days with Mr. Law at Pirates Fantasy Camp in Bradenton, FL. He was the guest of honor celebrating the 60th anniversary of the 1960 World Series. Nine of the 25 players from that team are still with us. Law was the only one able to make it to Bradenton.

Fantasy camps are casual affairs, where the campers and ex-major leaguers mix for the week at meals, over cocktails, and on the field. Of the hundred or so wannabes at Pirates camp, maybe a dozen of us remember 1960 and Mr. Law in his prime. That made spending time with him even more special.

At 89 he is still in good physical shape and sharp as a Gerrit Cole fastball on the outside corner. He stays active back in Provo, Utah, walking, gardening and golfing. In fact, just two years ago he finally stopped throwing batting practice at BYU and local high schools because, as he said, “Home plate kept getting further away from the mound.”

He loves holding court at fantasy camp and telling stories. Those listening enjoy it even more. The camp brass put together last minute plans for a 1960 World Series Game 7 watch party hosted by Mr. Law. I had a dinner engagement scheduled for that night but quickly scrapped it. I figured I’d probably never get this opportunity again.

There we were, about 40 of us in a lounge/conference room. Four ex-major leaguers couldn’t resist either. Al Oliver and Richie Hebner won Series rings with the Pirates in 1971. Oliver was a seven-time all-star and won the National League batting championship in 1973 hitting .331. Manny Sanguillen was a three-time all-star and two-time World Series Champion with the Pirates in ‘71 and ‘79. Doug Drabek was also there. He won the Cy Young Award in 1990, thirty years after Mr. Law did.

Vernon Law on the October 14, 1960 SI cover.

The Deacon gave a wonderful, historical and motivational opening overture. Though soft-spoken at times, I was only about ten feet from him and hung on his every word. He reminded us two things happened in that World Series that had never happened before or since: Game 7 was the only World Series game in history that didn’t have a strikeout and the MVP of the Series, Bobby Richardson, was the only one who ever came from the losing side. Mr. Law had fairly good recall of game circumstances- sometimes he even remembered the exact pitch he threw in certain situations. When Pirates manager Danny Murtaugh came out to the mound to replace Mr. Law in the sixth inning, he didn’t say a word to his boss other than hand him the baseball and wait for his reliever Roy Face to arrive.

Somehow the Pirates, in spite of Mantle, Maris, Berra, Skowron et al in the other dugout, were leading 4-1 in the sixth inning of the deciding game at Pittsburgh’s quaint Forbes Field. There were two Yankees on base when Murtaugh gave Law the hook.

“If Danny would have left me in, I could have gotten out of that jam,” Law said. “I had been doing it all season.” His numbers don’t lie. During the 1960 campaign Law started 35 games and completed 18 of them. Back then nobody counted pitches. You threw until you couldn’t throw anymore. Incredibly, in 1955 Law pitched 18 innings on a Tuesday night allowing one earned run. The Pirates won it in the 19th. Five days later he threw ten more innings, gave up two runs, and got the win. That stuff doesn’t happen these days. In fact, in this big money era, it never will again.

Maybe Murtaugh knew Law injured his ankle two weeks earlier as the Pirates won the pennant in Milwaukee. Law took every safeguard he could to avoid any celebratory horseplay and even left the victorious locker room early so “I wouldn’t get any alcohol tossed on me.” What he didn’t count on was his teammates taking the party onto the team bus and in the ensuing mayhem somebody twisted his ankle until he heard it pop. Law couldn’t push off the mound with his normal motion and was hobbled during the World Series and, in fact, for the next three seasons.

Murtaugh replaced Law with ace reliever Face who won 19 games the previous year out of the bullpen. A number of those wins were the result of Face giving up the lead and his teammates bailing him out. Same formula happened that 1960 day. Face gave up a run scoring single to Mickey Mantle and the next hitter, Yogi Berra, connected on a three-run homer to put the Yankees ahead 5-4 and remove Law as the winning pitcher of record. The game seesawed back and forth and was tied 9-9 in the bottom of the ninth.

I leaped off the school bus and crashed through the screen door of my house just as I heard the Yankees didn’t score in the top of the ninth. My mother had to think something was wrong but she was in the kitchen wrapped up in ‘As The WorldTurns’ so I raced down to the den, waited for the damn TV set to warm-up, and in black and white saw Ralph Terry’s first pitch to second baseman Bill Mazeroski in the bottom of the inning. Outside and high, ball one.

Talking about and watching the 1960 World Series with Mr. Law.

His second pitch changed the lives of both me and Mr. Law. Mazeroski launched it over Yogi’s head in left field and the celebration began. We win 10-9!

I ran outside and started running in a circle like Mazeroski did. Mom didn’t budge from the kitchen television with the rabbit ears. I ran around like a lunatic. Law on the other hand watched from the Pirates’ dugout and went right down to the clubhouse because he didn’t want to be a part of the mayhem on the field.

Vernon Law and I had something in common. He got a World Series ring. I waited impatiently at the living room bay window for Dad to come home. Finally, the black 1956 Hudson Hornet came into view. I ran outside and gave him a hug just like my heroes had done in Pittsburgh a few hours earlier. Dad hugged me back just like I saw on television. After all, we were now World Champions, too!

It was a moment I will never forget, nor did I think it could get any better. Except I never counted on one more thing happening — Vernon Law telling me about it.


  • Phil Mark says:

    Box 212A

  • Randy Stear says:

    We had ‘em all the way! Thanks, Roy!

  • Lew Matusow says:

    Mr. Law and I have something in common also: we both know a great writer, Roy Berger. Another RB classic!

  • George Howard says:

    Great read, and glad you’re back! I remember that game like it was yesterday.

  • Mike Roteman says:

    Great article. You really know how to tell the story!

  • Bobbie Congress says:

    I’m still a baseball addict and love your baseball musings in particular. It’s also daunting to realize we’re both turn 68 in May, something about the written word…

  • Rick Oleshak says:

    Awesome story, Roy. I hung on your every word, just like we did listening to Vernon Law that evening. What a pleasure to be in the room to hear him recount those stories. Thanks for sharing, and Let’s Go Bucs!

  • Jay Myers says:

    Great story Roy! I seemed to remember reading somewhere that Mickey Mantle never got over losing to the Pirates in 1960. Until the day he died Mantle always believed the Yankees were the better team.

  • Barry Otelsberg says:

    Mantle might have believed that the Yankees were the better team. JUST NOT THAT DAY.

  • Howard Riech says:

    The Yankees were the better team!

  • Angie says:

    What a great story!! I was eager to keep reading. What wonderful memories you had and now just made with a hero of the game.

  • Jack Steele says:

    My 1960 World Series story begins with an intense hatred of the dreaded New York Yankees.

    As long as I can remember, the Yankees were on my radar as the team to beat because they always won. At the time I wasn’t particularly a Pirate fan. Because growing up in the Deep South, St. Louis was the closest major league team, and I was a Cardinal fan because KMOX radio broadcasts were easy to pick up in Mississippi, and the first major league game I saw was at Sportsman’s Park on Grand Avenue in1957. But I digress!

    Fast forward to October 13, 1960, and fifth period shop class in high school my senior year. Somehow I had smuggled a tiny transistor radio into class with the intention of listening to game 7 when I could do so being unobserved by shop teacher Alfred Moore. I really couldn’t listen to all of the game until the bottom off the ninth, but I did keep track of the score and knew it was tied 9-9.

    It all came together with Maz coming to bat with the anticipation of a run scored and a win for the Bucs. Then it happened! Maz hit the homer to win the series, and I let out a burst of enthusiasm, more like a primal scream, which must have been heard all the way to Pittsburgh. Alfred Moore heard it too.

    I was immediately summoned forward by Big Al for my punishment for disrupting class with my outburst. In those days corporal punishment was accepted and admissible. Big Al had a large, hickory paddle with holes drilled in it to deliver the maximum amount of pain and embarrassment to the offender.

    Two licks later, I returned to my seat minus my transistor radio, and my ego, but I had gained a new respect for the Pirates and a red ass to show for it.

    I met Maz at one of the Pirate Fantasy Camps and was able to share my story with him by telling him, “I respected you so much, and was so happy about you hitting that homer that I took two on the ass with a hickory paddle for you!”

    He just smiled, chuckled and said, “You probably deserved it!”

  • Bill Sablesak says:

    Great story, as always, Roy. Happy Spring Training, 2020.

  • Andi says:

    That last line gets me every time.

  • Tony Schifano says:

    Awesome story Roy! What an amazing night it was!

  • Shauna says:

    Great read. The way you write about a moment is palpable and smiled throughout the whole post.

  • David says:

    Always a great read…I agree with Andi…

  • Eric Wilson says:

    Great story Roy, good as always, give my regards to Andi

  • Mat Whatley says:

    Fun read! Thanks Roy…actually it’s always a fun read!

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