Time to go ahead and give "The Bird", Mark Fidrych a card in my long-running custom WTHBALLS set, "Classic Baseball":
Does everyone still remember the impact Mark Fidrych had in Major League Baseball that summer of 1976!?
It was incredible, and for a young kid of seven, it was one of the first hypes I remember as a baseball fan.
The antics: talking to the baseball, grooming the mound, and all-around
clownish behavior made him an instant favorite of mine back then.
There was so much I was learning about baseball all at once, and one
thing I thought I learned was that guys like this were always around.
Little did I know that what I was seeing was something truly special.
Well, we all know the story: Fidrych came up later in the season, having
only pitched one inning as of mid-May, until a lucky break had him spot
start for the Tigers where he ended up pitching a complete game
two-hitter. In his first 13 starts, Fidrych had a remarkable 120 1/3
innings pitched. That's MORE than nine-innings a start due to three
11-inning games. Amazing.
By early July, as the media took hold of the story, "The Bird" was 9-1
with a 1.85 E.R.A. and was picked, as a rookie, to start the All-Star
game for the American League.
By now he was taking over the baseball world, and everyone loved the show, including me!
He ended his season as Rookie of the Year, with a league-leading 2.34
E.R.A and 24 complete games out of 29 starts with a 19-9 record.
Sadly, after a dead arm the following season and repeated attempts at
comebacks, Fidrych hung up the cleats by 1980 and ended up working as a
contractor and fixing up his farmhouse back home in Northborough, Ma.
Turns out a torn rotator cuff went undiagnosed for years, and by the
time this was discovered in 1985, all hopes of a repair and a comeback
to baseball was long gone.
As it seems to happen with so many larger than life characters who come
in and out of our lives, Fidrych met an untimely death on April 13th, 2009
at the age of only 54 when the truck he was working under caught his
clothing.
I'll always remember that season, just as I was religiously forming my
baseball addiction, and this "crazy" bird-man was always on T.V.,
talking to the baseball and smiling his way into my psyche.