This
goes back in time when I went from the farm to the big cities playing Major
League baseball. This is about growing
up with home spun values based upon the Bible and how those values were put to
the test. In particular, this is about
growing up as a teetotaler when it comes to drinking alcohol and my exposure to
the pressures and philosophies of baseball on drinking and how it affected my
thinking on the subject. This exposure to
the world and reexamination process happens to every Christian on many levels
as his faith in Jesus Christ is put to the test in the real world. The choice is very simple, either we become
molded into the image of the world or else we become transformed into the image
of Jesus Christ (see Rom. 12:1-2). I
have seen many a rookie with a fairly decent set of values inherited from his
parents and early religious training change before my very eyes simply because
they desired to fit in and follow the examples of the superstars or the culture
of the game. To deny that there is a
certain social culture when it comes to the game of baseball, or other high
profile occupations, is to have your blinders on. Anyway, this article is what I learned about
drinking and baseball from my own experiences.
I could either grow and meet the challenge or crash. Would my religious beliefs hold up in the
real world? I have deliberately kept
this article as light as possible, and even a bit humorous at times. I must apologize to those of you who idolize baseball
celebrities and look up to them as “gods.”
You might not want to read the rest of this.
Chicago
Cubs
I
learned a lot in baseball about drinking.
For example, when I was playing for the Chicago Cubs in 1965, I learned
some things from Lew Burdette, the famous spit ball pitcher from Milwaukee who
had been recently traded to the Cubs.
Formerly he was one of the main starting pitchers for the Milwaukee
Braves, along with the more famous Warren Spahn. Anyway, this was late in Lew’s career, and
he would tell us guys in the bullpen how things were when he and Spann played
together. He told us that they would
drink at least 10 beers a day, but because they worked so hard running and
exercising between starts, it would never affect their pitching. The effects of the beer would just sweat
right out of their bodies. Lew said that he didn’t drink during the off season,
because he wasn’t working hard enough to sweat it out. Going from 10+ to zero sounded kind of
strange to me, but that’s what he said.
Anyway, he told us that you can never trust a man until you get him
drunk. That’s when the real person comes
out. Well, I am not sure I buy that one
either. I’ve seen a lot of drunk guys and
in their stupor they have made some of the most stupid and ridiculous statements
I have ever heard. If that is the real,
honest person, then I would much prefer that the real character remain hidden! I am sure that at the A.A. (Alcohol
Anonymous) meetings everyone is told to
get drunk so that they can have a real, honest conversation! I do think that when a person is drunk, he
loses self-control, and starts “spilling the beans” so to speak. That is, say things he would never say when
sober. Lew also said in light humor and
jest, “Guys, I wouldn’t want to be like Lindy here (pointing to me). When he gets up in the morning he feels as
good as he is going to feel all day. But
when I get up in the morning, I know that I will feel better as the day
progresses.” Of course, everyone
laughed. I later learned that most of
his material was borrowed from the Dean Martin Show and his buddies in the “rat
pack”. Am I dating myself or what? It is fantastic how much a person can learn
sitting in the Bull Pen!
St.
Louis Cardinals
Earlier
with the St. Louis Cardinals, I had roomed with Jim Brosnan, a relief pitcher
acquired from the Cincinnati Reds who was busy writing books. He took pride in being an atheist and never
really enjoyed talking to a dumb, uninformed,
Bible believing and flat-earthish person like me. In one
of his books, he did write that he spoke to me 15 minutes about religion, and
that was enough to convince him that I we shared no common ground. He believed in the old adage, “Eat, drink,
and be merry, for tomorrow you die.” For
the atheist, what else could there possibly be?
Even though we were roommates, I never saw him much, as he would come in
about 3 or 4 am very drunk from an outing on the town, and most of the time
would barely locate his bed. Sometimes
he would just fall by his bed and lie on the floor. The
next morning, I would have to make sure not to disturb him, dress and sneak
into the bathroom and gently close the door when leaving, and then stay out
until he got up mid afternoon. Not a
good match to be sure. I do not know if
the Cardinals wanted me to influence him or if he was supposed to influence
me. But whatever the reason, it didn’t
work. What did I think? I think maybe no one else wanted to room with
him and they reasoned, “Oh, Lindy won’t mind!”
No, I didn’t raise a stink, but I
probably should have. Hey, I can also
name some good roommates. Come to think
of it, none of them were drinkers and we had more compatible schedules. During the last 10 years of my career, I had a
room all to myself. Nice.
As
a rookie with the Cardinals, I was very popular with the players, for the owner
furnished us with free cases of beer.
Since I didn’t drink, players became very friendly wanting me to give
them my cases. Not wanting to offend
anyone or perhaps lead them astray, I finally sent word to the Cardinal front
office not to send me any more cases.
Now I never said that drinking a beer was wrong. I was thinking more in terms of the power of
example on young people. In fact I spent
a lot of time researching “Wine and the Bible” and refined my own
conclusions. This is what I have done
with everything I was taught growing up.
Of course, I knew that this kind of research would really go over real
well with the ballplayers. HaHaHa! They already thought I was really strange
for insisting to go to church on Sunday.
If anyone is interested in that research, all you have to do is let me
know. Who knows, maybe you are strange
like me and want to know facts. I have
found that most beer companies will tell you how good and healthy drinking beer
can be, and I have no doubt that it helps your social life. I also have no doubt that it can hinder your
social life, as many blaring headlines show.
You will notice that those beautiful beer commercials aways have a disclaimer,
“Drink Responsibly”. They never show the
celebrities in the police mug photo after they are arrested or the untold
carnage on the highways. I have even
had some of the more religious players tell me that drinking a few beers or
wine is not harmful if you eat a meal with it.
And it seems like they do handle it pretty well until they hit a slump
or had a special reason to celebrate.
Then all logic seems to fly out the window. Even a casual student of the Bible knows
that the Bible draws a clear line on drunkenness. Somehow I was always seeing the bad side of
alcohol use such as broken homes, out of control anger, alcoholism, infidelity,
and the things that make headlines today but were hidden from the public
then. So I’m thinking, if you don’t need
it, why start it? Guess what my message
is to young people in the schools? Well,
it is the same for all so called “recreational drugs”. I think my radicalism on the subject can be
traced back to my family training. My
dad and mom were teetotalers. None of my
brothers drank nor did my sister. Sometimes
it works just as effectively when children see the disastrous effect drinking
had on their family. Of course, we never
had as much fun as other people and people could never truly get to know us, if
you know what I mean. Only alcohol can
reveal your real character, I’m told.
My
brother Von and I were even jumped on for not going to the bars and mixing with
the players. Bob Broeg, a famous
sportswriter for the St. Louis Cardinals and a writer we both respected, sat
with Von and me in a car in the parking lot of Al Lang Field in St. Petersburg
in the spring of 1958 for over an hour, trying to convince us of this very
thing. It was all in the spirit of team
cohesion. He said, “Even if you don’t
actually drink, it is a good way to mix with the players.” Broeg’s idea of an ideal team was “the Old
Gas House Gang” of the 1920’s and 30’s. They were a real “rooten, tooten” wild bunch
of players! Knowing some of that history
was the very reason that my mom was very concerned about my playing
professional baseball. Von and I remained
unconvinced by the arguments of Mr. Broeg.
We said to him, “Look, that may seem innocent enough, but we have to
think of our influence on the young people.
And besides, if we are not drinking, we are not sure that the players
would even want us there.” It has been
my experience over the years that most players want to do their own thing after
the game, and they really do not want “party poopers” like myself around. That is just the hard truth on the matter. This has nothing to do with sitting around in
the clubhouse while some of the players have a beer or two. There are different ways to relate to your
teammates without hitting the bars. In
baseball, you are around your teammates more than your own family, due to the
scheduling, traveling, and playing baseball every day, etc. Do we need to extend that even more?
San
Francisco Giants
During
my first year with the Giants, we opened the season in St. Louis. Our players attended a banquet in St. Louis
the night before opening day. During
this banquet, the great owner of the Giants, Horace Stoneham, got up to make a
speech. He was soused, that is, drunk as
could be. His slurred voice got stuck on
“I have some good ballplayers and some bad ballplayers”, over and over like a needle stuck on a record,
and he finally had to be escorted from the podium. I was thinking to myself, “A real good start
for me and the Giants!” He had a good
drinking buddy in our manager, Herman Franks, and things didn’t go bad for me
until close to the end of the season when Hermon tried to pull a fast one on me
by putting one of his recently acquired drinking buddies in my usual relief
spot which blew three critical games. We
lost the pennant by 1 ½ games. But I
will not go into all of the gruesome details here. In 1964, Herman Franks had replaced Alvin
Dark, the only strong manager the Giants had during those years. Was Alvin fired because he didn’t drink with
the owner? Many think that was a
factor. Herman was brought in as a buffer
between the owner and manager, and to deal with the unrest between the black
and Latin players and the manager, and it wasn’t long until Herman had the job all
to himself and Alvin was out.
Alvin
was strong on discipline, but all managers after him were extremely weak and
the superstars were allowed to run the club.
Could this be the reason the Giants never won the pennant all of those
years even though they were loaded (no pun intended) with “Hall of Fame”
talent? Actually a few were loaded in
other ways from time to time including some who became or were alcoholics. One of these, a great hitter, was a bright
candle for a while, but was just a throw-a-way when he was no longer
useful. Everyone knew he was on the hard
stuff, but there was no intervention. After
spending 2 ½ years there, I would say there was definitely poor leadership at
the top. As to personal and private
matters these are best left unsaid. There
was a sign in the clubhouse that said something like, “What you do and say here
stays here.” Well, another atheist, Jim
Bouton, who wrote “Ball Four” a tell all book about the drinking and social
habits of several Yankees, including Mickey Mantle, one of the largest gods in
the game, and you know what happened to him.
Bouton was barred from the Yankee clubhouse for years. They
finally let him back in, for with so many exposé books on the market, his book was no longer a
novelty. With the rapidly changing morals in society,
such books did not seem to be causing much negative reaction. In fact, in the eyes of some young aspiring
kids, they were even greater heroes. Some players are more interested in the fringe
benefits, to be adored and perused by women, than the game itself. These are the spoils of conquest. On every club I played for there were the
party guys, married and unmarried, usually formed into small clicks, and the
only question was, who is responsible for the booze, and who is responsible for
getting the women. Were they all
guilty? No. But this was the culture. In the early days, and from time to time, baseball
attempted to enforce curfews, hire detectives to check on players, and do all
sorts of things, but most of this disappeared in the 60’s.
The
Giants asked me to come to the 50th Anniversary of their moving to
California in July of 2008. And every
morning, I got up and ate breakfast with 4 other great players, all
non-drinkers, which included Alvin Dark, Bob Bolen, Billy O’Dell, and the other
I don’t remember. We had a great time
and shared some great stories. I have
always said that Christians have more fun, but the party people don’t believe
me.
As
to my playing for the Giants in San Francisco, it was rather miserable to be on
a team void of leadership and cohesion,
the weather was cold and the people drank a lot. At the ballpark, the sports writers were furnished all the
liquor they wanted and they always wrote nice things about the ball club. It was always about “Willie Mays & Company”
and so it was. Sandlot baseball played
by a team of superstars. No complicated
signs, no hit-and-run, no stealing bases and no bunting, etc. No doing the little things that win close
games. Keep all the superstars
happy. Just power baseball and power
pitching. Yes, and they had some of the
greatest players in baseball history. Years
later, my buddy Steve Hamilton of the Yankees was traded to the Giants, and he
told me later, “Lindy, you didn’t tell me half of what was going on!” No, I didn’t. Although
Steve was highly respected with the Yankees and served as our player
representative as well as the league representative, he was treated as “a
nobody” with the Giants. Also his “folly
floater” pitch did not exactly fit the Giants either, but it does furnish me
with a lot of funny stories to tell. I
was not exactly surprised that his “blooper pitch” was outlawed in the National
League, but that is a different story entirely.
He retired not long after being traded.
New
York Yankees
I
did know a few good sportswriters who covered the Yankees, but most of them hit
the bottle as well. I could tell you many
stories not decent to mention here. Now
these eastern writers can be vicious indeed and no one could accuse them of
being controlled by the ballclub. It was
usually a love/hate relationship between the owners/players and writers except
for the Giants. I think that many of
them were jealous of the players who often were arrogant celebrities, for most
writers do not make much money. Poor
souls, they spend their lives pecking on a typewriter and going to bars. Many end up being alcoholics. Oh, I keep using that word! I must bite my tongue. I think that sportswriters were mostly
journalists who never made it to the top and finally settled for the lowest
rung of the journalistic pole. Well,
yes, I must admit, there were a few good journalist who I respected as being accomplished,
hard working and notable writers. And
some famous well known authors outside of
baseball that did drink a lot. We
all know that. Talent and productivity
has to be separated from personal habits and weaknesses. But I never did like the idea of having to
go to the bar to get ink. That’s a code
word for write-ups or publicity.
Speaking
of the Yankees, we had a “Father Joe” who traveled with the ballclub and ran
around with a lot of the players. Some
of his pals got into serious trouble with “wife swapping” and actually trading
families, making headlines all over the country. I didn’t blame him for that, but he did like
to drink. One day, while sitting in the
family section with the players’ wives and children, he made fun of my wife for
not drinking. After my wife told me, I
should have jumped him hard but I was a moral coward in those days and kept quiet. I should have reminded him of the large
number of priests who became alcoholics and that the Catholic Church had their
distilleries going strong even during “prohibition.” But I must pass on, not out.
I never could quite understand why some players,
after they got drunk on the airplane, would come toward the front of the plane
and sit by me and want to talk about religion.
I was polite, but I would usually inform them that when they were sober
again, I would be glad to talk to them.
Well, they never did. That is,
want to talk when they were sober. Maybe
when they were drunk, as Lew Burdette had explained to me, their real character
was coming out. So perhaps, I should
have encouraged them to get drunk again so that we could have an honest talk
about religion. This is all rather
confusing. But you know, that’s
baseball, and that’s the way it was many years ago. Well, I could go on with many other such baseball
stories about drinking, but this article would be way to long.
Learning
From Experience
There
are some good things that come out of being a celebrity and an alcoholic at the
same time. You can join A.A., become a
counselor and people will listen to you.
I am often told, “Don’t knock it unless you have tried it!” Which means that unless you drink and have
gotten drunk, you have no right to speak out on the use of alcohol. But how about this one, “Wise people do not
have to learn from their own experience, they can actually learn from the
experience of others. Only poor students
have to learn the hard way.” Is this
not what a recovering alcoholic will tell you if he has the chance? I know it must be thrilling to jump off a 20
story building, but I think I will leave that experience for others. When it comes to social drinking, I think
that I have been immune to pressures put upon me. However I am very much aware of the raw
pressure that can be put upon players due to the power and example of “Famous
Celebrities.” I am not afraid to engage
in conversation with anyone, if kept on a rational and logical basis, as to
what I believe on this subject. I even
like to engage in a little humor. After
all, I am born and bred an “Okie.” I
also spent a lot of time in the “Show Me” state of Missouri, and presently live
in the great state of Texas, which is another thing entirely. However, religiously I am a just a Christian
and have been trained to follow only one Lord and Master when it comes to
spiritual or religious values, and I realize that these values affect
everything that I do. I also believe
that these values are understandable and defensible. But Christians need to lighten up if they
are to understand those on the other side and make compelling arguments. Yes, I am more into prevention, especially
when talking to young people, than trying to repair the damage, although that
is also important. Don’t be afraid to
engage your friends and loved ones in these discussions. Well, that goes for your enemies and strong opponents
as well. But we can only persuade, not
force. We are blessed with this great
gift of free will.
As
to the larger issue of succeeding in the world without allowing the world to
shape your values, I place high importance on the Biblical examples of such high
profile men like Joseph and Daniel, who maintained their convictions and found
success even in the midst of great ungodly empires, and I am motivated by the living
examples from our own times of those men and women who stand tall against
overwhelming odds. And yes, for sure,
you will be tested.
---
Lindy McDaniel
February,
2014
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Note: At the beginning of this article is a photo
of myself in a Chicago Cub uniform in front of the batting cage around home
plate in Wrigley Field taken in 1964. I
was only 27 but already with eight years of experience in the National
League. I still had a lot to learn about
life and playing baseball.
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