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\n \nRoger Angell<\/strong> has been writing stories about baseball since the year before John F. Kennedy was assassinated. He\u2019s been a contributor<\/a> to The New Yorker <\/i>since 1944 and became fiction editor in 1956.\u00a0His June 1975 profile of Pittsburgh Pirates pitcher Steve Blass \u2014 who suffered, legendarily, from the yips \u2014 is among his favorites. \u201cDown The Drain<\/a>\u201d is an unusual sports story. It\u2019s basically 10,000-plus words about a man suffering from a condition he can\u2019t, despite his best efforts, cure. (Blass, reached in Florida, recalled Angell as an unusually candid reporter and said he\u2019d accurately captured \u201cthe descent.\u201d)\u00a0Angell and I talked in his office at The New Yorker<\/i>, a couple of weeks after the publication of \u201cThis Old Man<\/a>,\u201d an extraordinary essay about life in his 90s. Asked what he is working on now, he showed me several haiku about his dog. My comments and questions are in blue<\/span>; his are in red<\/span>. A few questions to start:
Storyboard: Did you pitch this story to William Shawn?<\/b>

Roger Angell: No. He trusted me, by this time. (The story ran in 1975.) He was not a baseball fan. I said, \u201cThere\u2019s this guy who can\u2019t pitch at all and I want to go down and see him and talk to him about why.\u201d He said, \u201cSounds good.\u201d\u00a0The only doubt that Shawn ever had about the thrust of a story was just momentary, and it says a lot. I did a story about woman reporters in the <\/a>clubhouse<\/a>. This was a new thing \u2014 woman newspaper reporters were coming in and reporting on sports. They were running into a lot of prejudice and a lot of trouble. A really fascinating story. I went to Shawn and he said, \u201cReally? I hope it\u2019s going to be funny.\u201d And then he read the piece and came back to me and apologized. He said, \u201cI\u2019m sorry about what I said. That\u2019s so terrible.\u201d

How does being a writer of fiction \u2014 a beautiful one \u2014 affect your journalism?<\/b>

Not much. I wrote fiction for a while, and it was okay. I\u2019d always been a salaried employee because I didn\u2019t want to make my family live on my earnings as a fiction writer.

What\u2019s the best writing advice anyone ever gave you?<\/b>

One thing I\u2019ve tried to pick up from (John) McPhee is, \u201cAs a reporter, try to be stupid.\u201d Be a stupid interviewer. Don\u2019t be conversational, don\u2019t understand too quickly. You say, What?<\/i> And then the person you\u2019re talking to wants to help you out.

How do you come up with ideas?<\/b>

I don\u2019t know. A lot of ideas that I had were pretty obvious. I mean, I did a piece about Bob Gibson because he was the best pitcher in baseball and also the scariest and most unapproachable. I was terrified during that piece, till I got to know him. After a while, I began doing stories about how the game is played \u2014 how you pitch, how you catch, how you play the infield, how you hit. Those were good ideas. Nobody had never done that before, and everybody was dying to talk as soon as I got to them. How do you do this? If you get someone to talk about why they do what they do, they\u2019re going to talk. You can\u2019t shut them up.<\/blockquote>

\u201cDown The Drain\u201d<\/a><\/h2>By Roger Angell
The New Yorker
<\/i>June 1975

The photograph shows a perfectly arrested moment of joy. On one side\u2014the left, as you look at the picture\u2014the catcher is running toward the camera at full speed, with his up-raised arms spread wide. His body is tilting toward the center of the picture, his mask is held in his right hand, his big glove is still on his left hand, and his mouth is open in a gigantic shout of pleasure. Over on the right, another player, the pitcher, is just past the apex of an astonishing leap that has brought his knees up to his chest and his feet well up off the ground. Both of his <\/i>arms are flung wide, and he, too, is shouting. His hunched, airborne posture makes him look like a man who has just made a running jump over a sizable object–a kitchen table, say. By luck, two of the outreaching hands have overlapped exactly in the middle of the photograph, so that the pitcher\u2019s bare right palm and fingers are silhouetted against the catcher\u2019s glove, and as a result the two men are linked and seem to be executing a figure in a manic and difficult dance. There is a further marvel–a touch of pure fortune–in the background, where a spectator in dark glasses, wearing a dark suit, has risen from his seat in the grandstand and is lifting his arms in triumph. This, the third and central Y in the picture, is immobile. It is directly behind the overlapping hand and glove of the dancers, and it binds and recapitulates the lines of force and the movements and the theme of the work, creating a composition as serene and well ordered as a Giotto. The subject of the picture, of course, is classical–the celebration of the last out of the seventh game of the World Series. <\/a>What a gorgeous, methodical description of a frozen moment. What possessed you to begin the story on a photograph?<\/span>Well, I had to start somewhere and I had to introduce Steve, and it\u2019s a perfect way to do it. There he is, in the middle of the photo, leaping in the air. It\u2019s lighthearted and he\u2019s lighthearted. He\u2019s just won a World Series, which says a lot in itself. This is a way to engage the reader. What\u2019s going on? Well, these people are doing extraordinary things.<\/span>Was it your idea to begin it this way?<\/span>Sure! Nobody tells me how to write. It isn\u2019t common, anyway.<\/span><\/span>

This famous photograph (by Rusty Kennedy, of the Associated Press) does not require captioning for most baseball fans or for almost anyone within the Greater Pittsburgh area, where it is still prominently featured in the art collections of several hundred taverns. It may be seen, in a much enlarged version, on one wall of the office of Joe L. Brown, the general manager of the Pittsburgh Pirates, in Three Rivers Stadium. The date of the photograph is October 17, 1971; the city is Memorial Stadium, in Baltimore. The catcher is Manny Sanguillen, of the Pirates, and his leaping teammate is pitcher Steve Blass, who has just defeated the defending (and suddenly former) World Champion Baltimore Orioles by a score of 2-1, giving up four hits.

I am not a Pittsburgher, but looking at this photograph never fails to give me pleasure, not just because of its aesthetic qualities because its high-bounding happiness so perfectly brings back that eventful World Series and that particular gray autumn afternoon in Baltimore and the wonderful and inexpungible expression of joy that remained on Steve Blass\u2019s face after the game ended. His was, to be sure, a famous victory–a close and bitterly fought pitchers\u2019 battle against the Orioles\u2019 Mike Cuellar, in which the only score for seven innings had been a solo home run by the celebrated Pirate outfielder Roberto Clemente. The Pirates had scored again in the eighth, but the Orioles had responded with a run of their own and had brought the tying run around to third base before Blass shut them off once and for all. The win was the culmination of a stirring uphill fight by the Pirates, who had fallen into difficulties by losing the first two games to the Orioles; Steve Blass had begun their comeback with a wonderfully pitched three-hit, 5-1 victory in the third game. It was an outstanding Series, made memorable above all by the play of Roberto Clemente, who batted .414 over the seven games and fielded his position with extraordinary zeal. He was awarded the sports car as the most valuable player of the Series, but Steve Blass was not far out of the running for the prize. After that last game, Baltimore manager Earl Weaver said, “Clemente was great, all right, but if it hadn’t been for Mr. Blass, we <\/i>might he popping the corks right now.” <\/a>A general question: Why baseball? What\u2019s the pull for you?<\/span>Well, it was a good fit for me. I was always a baseball fan of good standing. I never planned to write this length; it was a huge surprise, an accumulating surprise. Shawn came to me in ’62, or something like that, and asked if I wanted to go down to spring training, because we hadn\u2019t done enough sports. The only advice he gave me was, \u201cThere are two dangers in sportswriting: Toughness and sentimentality. Don\u2019t be tough, and don\u2019t be sentimental.\u201d And I said okay. The model for me going down there was John Updike\u2019s Ted Williams piece, \u201cHub Fans Bid Kid Adieu<\/a>,\u201d which had run a couple of years before. He put himself and his grownup sensibility into the stands. He was also a fan and an adulator of Ted Williams. It was probably Ted Williams\u2019s last game. So he was writing about himself in the stands watching what happens, which is what I began doing in spring training. I was too nervous to sit in the press box, or to talk to any of the players \u2014 I didn\u2019t dare do that. Spring training in those days was in Florida; a lot of very old, old people watching very young players. It was a nice mix. It was the first year the Mets were alive. They had not yet played a major league game. I saw them play the Yankees. That first year I wrote about the Mets a lot, because they were certainly a phenomenon. They were a terrible team that was loved by everyone in New York \u2014 antimatter to the Yankees. They were a terrible team but they were adorable. So I went back and wrote a little piece, which cranked me up and suggested I could do this.<\/span><\/span>

I remember the vivid contrast in styles between the two stars in the noisy, floodlit, champagne-drenched Pirate clubhouse that afternoon. Clemente, at last the recipient of the kind of national attention he had always deserved but had rarely been given for his years of brilliant play, remained erect and removed, regarding the swarming photographers with a haughty, incandescent pride. Blass was a less obvious hero–\u00a0<\/a>It\u2019s interesting that you come right out and identify the archetypal hero. Why did you do that?<\/span>I was just saying he was going to be the hero of this piece. Clemente was an established<\/i> hero. Most people didn\u2019t know about Blass. And the thing about him is, if you look at his record, he was not known as a great pitcher, and he didn\u2019t think of himself as a great pitcher. That\u2019s really one of the keys to this whole thing.<\/span>I guess it\u2019s hard to think of yourself as great if you\u2019re a contemporary of Bob Gibson.<\/span>If you\u2019re a contemporary of Clemente<\/i>\u00a0\u2014 there\u2019s a guy right on the team. Clemente was a true hero to everybody on that team. He was a player for the ages, and looked the part. And suddenly he\u2019s taken away.<\/span><\/span>a competent but far from overpowering right-hander who had won fifteen games for the Pirates that year, with a most respectable 2.85 earned-run average, but who had absorbed a terrible pounding by the San Francisco Giants in the two games he pitched in the National League playoffs, just before the Series. His two Series victories, by contrast, were momentous by any standard–and, indeed, were among the very best pitching performances of his entire seven years in the majors. Blass, in any case, celebrated the Pirates\u2019 championship more exuberantly than Clemente, exchanging hugs and shouts with his teammates, alternately smoking a cigar and swigging from a champagne bottle. Later, I saw him in front of his locker with his arm around his father, Bob Blass, a plumber from Falls Village, Connecticut, who had once been a semi-pro pitcher; the two Blasses, I saw, were wearing identical delighted, non-stop smiles.

Near the end of an article I wrote about that 1971 World Series, I mentioned watching Steve Blass in batting practice just before the all-important seventh game and suddenly noticing that, in spite of his impending responsibilities, he was amusing himself with a comical parody of Clemente at the plate: \u201cBlass…then arched his back, cricked his neck oddly, rolled his head a few times, took up a stance in the back corner of the batter\u2019s box, with his bat held high, and glared out at the pitcher imperiously–Clemente, to the life.\u201d <\/a>Most reporters don\u2019t have the luxury to draw on their own previous writing in their stories. In a way, this makes you your own best source. Do you worry that your expertise \u2014 well-earned, of course \u2014 can be a hinderance? That perhaps it makes you less inclined to seek the input of other baseball scholars?<\/span>Well, I sure try not to be the expert. Every thought in my writing \u2014 every line, every moment \u2014 I\u2019m thinking about my own suffering as a writer, but I\u2019m also thinking basically about the reader. That is the focus of my attention, all the time: Think of the reader, think of the reader, think of the reader. <\/i>I don\u2019t want to put the reader off by seeming to know more than he does. If I\u2019m going to tell him some stuff that I know, or that he needs to know, I\u2019m helping him out. It\u2019s not that I know more than he does \u2014 that would be a terrible thing to do.<\/span>Sure, but you\u2019d been writing about the game for years.<\/span>But I didn\u2019t know nearly as much as I did later on. I was still learning. But I\u2019m not trying to be an expert; I\u2019m trying to help the reader. If I\u2019ve described Blass before, it\u2019s easier for me to say, \u201cAs I once wrote\u2026.\u201d Certainly, this is a luxury, because this is The New Yorker. <\/i>We have all this space and we have all this time. There\u2019s no hurry. And there\u2019s no editor sitting over us, watching. No one\u2019s looking at our copy. I don\u2019t have to discuss what I have in mind before I start to write, and I don\u2019t have to show the copy as it\u2019s flowing along, and I don\u2019t have to justify the copy to anybody.<\/span>That\u2019s a luxury.<\/span>It is the ultimate<\/i> luxury for a writer. That\u2019s why this is a great place to be.<\/span><\/span>I had never seen such a spirited gesture in a serious baseball setting, and since then I have come to realize that Steve Blass\u2019s informality and boyish play constituted an essential private style, as original and as significant as Clemente\u2019s eagle-like pride, and that each of them was merely responding in his own way to the challenges of an extremely difficult public profession. Which of the two, I keep wondering, was happier that afternoon about the Pirates\u2019 championship and his part in it? <\/a>Why is this such an important question?<\/span>Because one of these guys is about to die<\/i> and the other is going to be involved in a terrible tragedy, so I want them to be happy. I\u2019m telling the reader, Let\u2019s enjoy these guys. <\/i>These are extraordinary young men. They are tragic figures. Now, I\u2019m not going to say that. But let\u2019s look at the greatest moment of happiness that either of them has known up till now. They\u2019ve just won a World Series. I\u2019m not looking ahead and saying this will be a gloomy story. This occurs to me<\/i>, at the moment, so I put it down there. Things often that look planned are just ideas while you\u2019re writing and if they work, if you\u2019re writing well, you\u2019re always writing better than you expect. Some part of you \u2014 some unconscious part of you \u2014 is doing this, or luck is putting stuff there. And then the editor in you takes over and you look at what you\u2019ve done and say, \u201cHey this isn\u2019t bad. Let\u2019s leave it here.\u201d I\u2019m constantly taking things out and moving them around. The big illusion for writers, I think, is once you publish something \u2014 once it\u2019s in type, and in the magazine or in a book \u2014 you\u2019re tempted to think it was always meant to be that way. There\u2019s something just right <\/i>about it. It\u2019s just the last version, the last galley. You\u2019re changing things all the time, right up to the last second.<\/span>Are you reluctant to let your stories go?<\/span>No. I love to let them go. I\u2019m so sick of them by the time I finish writing them. I\u2019m flooded with relief.<\/span><\/span>Roberto Clemente, of course, is dead; he was killed on December 31, 1972, in Puerto Rico, in the crash of a plane he had chartered to carry emergency relief supplies to the victims of an earthquake in Nicaragua. Steve Blass, who is now thirty-three, is out of baseball, having been recently driven into retirement by two years of pitching wildness–a sudden, near-total inability to throw strikes. No one, including Blass himself, can cure or explain it.

***<\/p>
The summer of 1972–the year after his splendid World Series–was in most respects the best season that Steve Blass ever had. He won nineteen games for the Pirates and lost only eight, posting an earned-run average of 2.48–sixth-best in the National League–and being selected for the N.L. All-Star team. What pleased him most that year was his consistency. <\/a>One expects this sentence to be followed by a quote from Blass. As it happens, there are not very many of them in the first half of the story. Why? I\u2019m wondering if you share Gay Talese\u2019s belief. He said he avoids direct quotes<\/a>because \u201cwhat you do, with a direct quote, is surrender your voice. If you know what you\u2019re talking about, and think you can be declarative in terms of sentences and attitude, then go with it. That\u2019s your voice.\u201d<\/span>That\u2019s an astounding statement. Astounding statement. <\/i>I never heard a writer say he didn\u2019t want the quotes. It\u2019s not about the writer, it\u2019s about the person! That\u2019s <\/i>the story! We\u2019re trying to convey something about a human being. We\u2019re not trying to be the <\/i>writer. Jesus Christ! You\u2019ve got to let the person speak! You have to listen, and pay attention, and see what they\u2019re going to say next. You\u2019re trying to open them up and get them to talk to you, and show themselves and get some idea of who they are. And if you\u2019re thinking about your <\/i>voice, you\u2019re distracted from your mission. I have a very different view of that. Blass was not a great talker. He was, in the sense that he spoke for himself and revealed constantly who he was \u2014 a lighthearted person who disliked complexity, or distrusted complexity in himself. He had a deep distrust of his own complexity. He was always moving away from it, and this terrible dilemma that he found himself in \u2014 this inability to pitch \u2014 eventually took him\u00a0to a place where every fan, his teammates, his coaches, and his friends would say, What\u2019s going on? What\u2019s happening here? <\/i>And he really didn\u2019t want to hear their conjectures. He kept saying, Well, it\u2019s probably nothing very complicated. <\/i>That\u2019s the way he is. And that\u2019s why the story is, in a way, sad. Because it is <\/i>a complicated story. I don\u2019t know the answer.<\/span>It\u2019s a tragic stubbornness.<\/span>t\u2019s a stubbornness, or an evasion. It\u2019s who he is. And that\u2019s fine with me. Blass didn\u2019t like this piece. I was told he hated the piece when it came out.<\/span>I spoke to him recently. He likes the piece.<\/span>I guess he changed his mind. Good, I\u2019m glad. But I know for a fact that he didn\u2019t like it, at first, and I think it\u2019s because everybody he knows is talking about what\u2019s going on and trying to help him. They all care for him. They all really like him. He\u2019s a wonderful, wonderful young man. It\u2019s full of love, this piece, and they\u2019re trying to help him out. They\u2019re really saying, Come on, Steve. Give us a break. Let us hear from you, too. <\/i>And he doesn\u2019t do it. And some of them are quite impatient with him. <\/i>Karen is impatient with him in a very loving way. Dave Giusti is really <\/i>impatient with him, as I recall. And I think, reading this over later, that you would be annoyed with the writer for bringing up what he doesn\u2019t want brought up, which is that there\u2019s something complicated in him, in life, that\u2019s he\u2019s not looking at. This wasn\u2019t my purpose. I didn\u2019t have an ultimate view of what I was trying to expose here. I wasn\u2019t trying to expose Blass as a person who needs to look into the complexity that exists within his soul. I wasn\u2019t looking for an ultimate truth. This is a very important point, to me: When you\u2019re dealing with human beings, as a writer, you cannot<\/i> be after the ultimate truth. That\u2019s an invasion. You cannot press and prod and push at somebody and try to get them to try to reveal something they don\u2019t know. I have no inclination to do this. I want them to tell me as much as they want to give me. I don\u2019t want to push beyond that.<\/span>Isn\u2019t it the height of hubris to even think you can get to the ultimate truth?<\/span>Well, if you\u2019re a political reporter and something has happened that\u2019s important in a larger sense, you have to try to do all these things. Trick them and urge them and prod them and make them uncomfortable to get them to talk. But if you\u2019re dealing just with a human situation \u2014 with a ballplayer who\u2019s had a terrible few years \u2014 this is their <\/i>story. It\u2019s not my story. It\u2019s a human story. And I\u2019m going to put down as much as they\u2019ll tell me. But I don\u2019t want to get a whole lot more than that. I really don\u2019t. I believe in Janet Malcolm’s admonishment<\/a> to reporters, that we are all using our subjects. Anyway, I try not to do it. The thing about the Blasses and this piece, which is so extraordinary, is I didn\u2019t know Steve Blass. I may have met him at the World Series. I probably called him up and said, \u201cThis is Roger Angell,\u201d and told him he was going through something unique in the history of baseball. \u201cI\u2019d like to write a story about it.\u201d And he said, \u201cCome on over.\u201d So I come over and he takes me to a Little League game. He\u2019s just left baseball forever. He takes me to meet his family, and then he takes me home and we eat pizzas together. This is a great break for me, as a writer, but I\u2019m not going to try to take advantage of it and sneak in some extra stuff. I\u2019m just gonna let it flow.<\/span>Blass says he admired that you stayed away from certain sensitive areas.<\/span>Well, I was in their house! Goodness! I\u2019m a guest with a notebook and a tape recorder.<\/span>He seemed grateful.<\/span>Well, I\u2019m glad. One thing he didn\u2019t like was the original title, which is \u201cDown The Drain.\u201d He said, \u201cI hate that title.\u201d He said, \u201cMy dad was plumber. Think about what goes down the drain.\u201d I said if I printed it again I\u2019d change the title. And I changed it to \u201cGone For Good.\u201d<\/span><\/span>He went the full distance in eleven of the thirty-two games he started, and averaged better than seven and a half innings per start–not dazzling figures (Steve Carlton, of the Phillies, had thirty complete games that year, and Bob Gibson, of the Cards, had twenty-three) but satisfying ones for a man who had once had inordinate difficulty in finishing games. Blass, it should be understood, was not the same kind of pitcher as a Carlton or a Gibson. He was never a blazer. When standing on the mound, he somehow looked more like a journeyman pitcher left over from the nineteen-thirties or forties than like one of the hulking, hairy young flingers of today. <\/a>\u201cHulking, hairy young flingers\u201d is such a wonderful phrase. Where did that come from?<\/span>I don\u2019t know! They\u2019re big and they\u2019re hairy. That\u2019s what writers do: They try to make it concise and funny or something. I try to keep my prose lighthearted.<\/span>Do you labor over your sentences?<\/span>I don\u2019t. I labor to get them easy to read. I\u2019m thinking of the reader.<\/span><\/span>(He is six feet tall, and weighs about one hundred and eighty pounds.) Watching him work, you sometimes wondered how he was getting all those batters out. The word on him among the other clubs in his league was something like: Good but not overpowering stuff, excellent slider, good curve, good change-up curve. A pattern pitcher, whose slider works because of its location. No control problems. Intelligent, knows how to win. <\/a>This reads like you got your hands on a scouting report. Did you?<\/span>No, I don\u2019t think so. But I\u2019ve seen scouting reports so I turned this into one.<\/span><\/span>

I\u2019m not certain that I saw Blass work in the regular season of 1972, but I did see him pitch the opening game of the National League playoffs that fall against the Cincinnati Reds, in Pittsburgh. <\/a>What\u2019s your note-taking style?<\/span>I take a lot of notes. I\u2019m famous for it. For years, the daily writers would laugh at me because I wrote down so much. I write down a lot because I don\u2019t know what I\u2019m going to be looking for later on.<\/span>Has your note-taking style changed over the years?<\/span>Not really, not really. I like to draw what players look like sometimes.<\/span>Do you \u2014 and did you \u2014 record your interviews?<\/span>Sure, I use a recorder. There are long quotes and I would not make that stuff up.<\/span>What percentage of what you take notes on ends up in the piece?<\/span>I have no idea. A very small percentage, obviously.<\/span>So you don\u2019t mind taking notes in front of subjects?<\/span>No, no. In fact, I mistrust reporters who come in and don\u2019t take any notes.<\/span>Some reporters, like Talese, prefer to take notes at the end of the day.<\/span>Well, if you have perfect recollection, which I think somebody like McPhee probably does, I think it\u2019s okay, but…<\/span>Any idea how many people you interviewed for the story?<\/span>Quite a few, but I have no idea. I always interview more people than I think I have. I think of myself as being shy. It\u2019s hard for me to go up and ask people to talk \u2014 it always has been. But I do it because I get engrossed in the story.<\/span>Any problems getting people to talk?<\/span>Getting people to talk, of course, is the main thing. And I didn\u2019t have any problem with this story. Everybody wanted to talk about Steve. Nobody held back. Maybe people had private thoughts that they held back. But everybody loved Steve and said he was the heart of the team. He\u2019s the main guy. He keeps us loose<\/em>. Everybody was heartbroken by what happened.\u00a0This is very unusual. Because when people go bad in baseball, they are forgotten by other players. It\u2019s almost a superstition. That can happen to me. <\/i>I wrote a whole book about David Cone<\/a> and the year I was with him was the worst year he ever had in his life. It was a big break for me. Losing is a lot more interesting than winning, as I kept telling him. He\u2019d say, \u201cIf you say so.\u201d But people didn\u2019t want to talk about him after a while because he was dying and they knew this could happen to them. It\u2019s a real superstition. It\u2019s like the Middle Ages and leprosy. Even in this piece, the managers I talked to later in a sense dismissed Steve. They said he was great but he was gone. They\u2019d lost interest in him. Because players are always<\/i> coming up, playing and, in many cases, disappearing. You have to let them go.<\/span><\/span>After giving up a home run to the Reds\u2019 second batter of the day, Joe Morgan, which was hit off a first-pitch fastball, Blass readjusted his plans and went mostly to a big, slow curve, causing the Reds to hit innumerable rainmaking outfield flies, and won 5-1. I can still recall how Blass looked that afternoon–his characteristic, feet-together stance at the outermost, first-base edge of the pitching rubber, and then the pitch, delivered with a swastika-like scattering of arms and legs and a final lurch to the left–and I also remember how I kept thinking that at any moment the sluggers of the Big Red Machine would stop overstriding and overswinging against such unintimidating deliveries and drive Blass to cover. <\/a>I love this sentence. I\u2019m also amazed \u2014 and impressed \u2014 by the swastika analogy.<\/span>What\u2019s wrong with that?<\/span>Nothing. It\u2019s a startling description.<\/span>It\u2019s a good description! Because it\u2019s like this–[makes illustrative arm motion]<\/i><\/span>There was no pushback?<\/span>Oh, no. My goodness.<\/span><\/span>But it never happened–Blass saw to it that it didn\u2019t. Then, in the fifth and deciding game, he returned and threw seven and one-third more innings of thoughtful and precise patterns, allowing only four hits, and departed with his team ahead by 3-2–a pennant-winning outing, except for the fact that the Pirate bullpen gave up the ghost in the bottom of the ninth, when a homer, two singles, and a wild pitch entitled the Reds to meet the Oakland A\u2019s in the 1972 World Series. It was a horrendous disappointment for the Pittsburgh Pirates and their fans, for which no blame at all could be attached to Blass.

My next view of Steve Blass on a baseball diamond came on a cool afternoon at the end of April this year. The game–the White Sox vs. the Orioles–was a close, 3-1 affair, in which the winning White Sox pitcher, John McKenzie, struck out seventeen batters, in six innings. A lot of the Sox struck out, too, and a lot of players on both teams walked–more than I could count, in fact. The big hit of the game was a triple to left center by the White Sox catcher, David Blass, who is ten years old. His eight-year-old brother, Chris, played second, and their father, Steve Blass, in old green slacks and a green T-shirt, coached at third. This was a late-afternoon date in the Upper St. Clair (Pennsylvania) Recreation League schedule, played between the White Sox and the Orioles on a field behind the Dwight D. Eisenhower Elementary School–Little League baseball, but at a junior and highly informal level. The low, low <\/i>minors. Most of the action, or inaction, took place around home plate, since there\u00a0was not much bat-on-ball contact, but there was a shrill non-stop piping of encouragement from the fielders, and disappointed batters were complimented on their overswings by a small, chilly assemblage of mothers, coaches, and dads. When Chris Blass went down swinging in the fourth, his father came over and said, \u201cThe sinker down and away is tough<\/i>.\u201d Steve Blass has a longish, lightly freckled face, a tilted nose, and an alert and engaging expression. At this ballgame, he looked like any young suburban father who had caught an early train home from the office in order to see his kids in action. He looked much more like a commuter than like a professional athlete. <\/a>This is my favorite scene in the story\u2026<\/span>I\u2019m enjoying myself because, for a minute or two, the reader doesn\u2019t know where he is.<\/span>Did you know, at the time, it would end up in the story? Do you have an instinct about these things?<\/span>Well, sure! I\u2019m watching a major league player who can\u2019t play anymore and now I\u2019m watching his kid play Little League ball \u2014 I mean, this is a gift from heaven. I was so lucky!<\/span><\/span>

Blass coached quietly, moving the fielders in or over a few steps, asking the shortstop if he knew how many outs there were, reminding someone to take his hands out of his pockets. \u201cLearning the names of all the kids is the hard part,\u201d he said to me. It was his second game of the spring as a White Sox coach, and between innings one of the young outfielders said to him, \u201cHey, Mr. Blass, how come you\u2019re not playing with the Pirates at Three Rivers today?\u201d

\u201cWell,\u201d Blass said equably, \u201cI\u2019m not in <\/i>baseball anymore.\u201d

\u201cOh,\u201d said the boy.

Twilight and the end of the game approached at about the same speed, and I kept losing track of the count on the batters. Steve Blass, noticing my confusion, explained that, in order to avert a parade of walked batters in these games, any strike thrown by a pitcher was considered to have wiped out the balls he had already delivered to the same batter; a strike on the 3-0 count reconverted things to 0-1. He suddenly laughed. \u201cWhy didn\u2019t they have that rule in the N.L.?\u201d he said. \u201cI\u2019d have lasted until I was fifty.\u201d

Then it was over. The winning (and undefeated) White Sox and the losing Orioles exchanged cheers, and Karen Blass, a winning and clearly undefeated mother, came over and introduced me to the winning catcher and the winning second baseman. The Blasses and I walked slowly along together over the thick new grass, toting gloves and helmets and Karen\u2019s fold-up lawn chair, and at the parking lot the party divided into two cars–Karen and the boys homeward bound, and Steve Blass and I off to a nearby shopping center to order one large cheese-and-peppers-and-sausage victory pizza, to go. <\/a>At this point, you become almost an active participant in the story. Did you strike up a friendship with Blass during the reporting?<\/span>I hope so. I spent practically a week with him. I didn\u2019t try to buddy up with him. I was trying to be a nice guy and to be a good guest and to be friendly and to take notes. As for being a participant: I always write about myself. I very rarely have written something in which I don\u2019t appear. These are reporting pieces but they are also, in a way, essays. I put myself in there because it allows me to put my alt-me onto the page. Whatever I want to say, whatever I notice, I can put in there. This is why I write about baseball, because there\u2019s a lot to notice. I\u2019m interested in my thoughts and my images. They allow me to be free as a writer. This is why baseball is a good match for me.<\/span>Sometimes reporters pride themselves on an indifference toward their subjects.<\/span>They\u2019re lying. They\u2019re lying. If they\u2019re any good, they are not indifferent. In baseball I\u2019ve seen a lot of guys in the press box, trying to be neutral and they\u2019re killing themselves, if there\u2019s a team they care about out there.<\/span>Ideally, at the end of a piece, do you want your subject to like you?<\/span>No, that\u2019s not in my mind at all. It really isn\u2019t. It may be in some small part of me \u2014 everyone wants to be liked, of course. I\u2019m not trying to be disliked. I\u2019m just thinking about me, the reader and the subject. That\u2019s what I\u2019m thinking about.<\/span><\/span>

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Blass and I sat in his car at the pizza place, drinking beer and waiting for our order, and he talked about his baseball beginnings. I said I had admired the relaxed, low-key tenor of the game we had just seen, and he told me that his own Little League coach, back in Connecticut–a man named Jerry Fallon–had always seen to it that playing baseball on his club was a pleasure. \u201cOn any level, baseball is a tough game if it isn\u2019t really fun,\u201d Blass said. \u201cI think most progress in baseball comes from enjoying it and then wanting to extend yourself a little, wanting it to become more. There should be a feeling of \u2018Let\u2019s go! Let\u2019s keep on with this!\u2019\u201d

He kept on with it, in all seasons and circumstances. The Blasses\u2019 place in Falls Village included an old barn with an interestingly angled roof, against which young Steve Blass played\u00a0hundreds of one-man games (his four brothers and sisters were considerably younger) with a tennis ball. <\/a>Did you interview Blass\u2019s siblings?<\/span>No. I didn\u2019t want to get his life story. There was enough going on here. I didn\u2019t have to. There was so much happening, so many horrendous events.<\/span><\/span> <\/b>\u201cI had all kinds of games, with different, very complicated ground rules,\u201d he said. \u201cI\u2019d throw the ball up, and then I\u2019d be diving into the weeds for pop-ups or running back and calling for the long fly balls, and all. I\u2019d always play a full game–a made-up game, with two big-league teams–and I\u2019d write down the line score as I went along, and keep the results. One of the teams always had to be the Indians. I was a total <\/i>Indians fan, completely buggy. In the summer of \u201854, when they won that record one hundred and eleven games, I managed to find every single box score in the newspapers and clip it, which took some doing up where we lived. I guess Herb Score was my real hero–I actually pitched against him once in Indianapolis, in \u201863, when he was trying to make a comeback–but I knew the whole team by heart. Not just the stars but all the guys on the bench, like George Strickland and Wally Westlake and Hank Majeski and the backup third baseman, Rudy Regalado. My first big-league autograph was Hank Majeski.\u201d

Blass grew up into an athlete–a good sandlot football player, a second-team All-State Class B basketball star, but most of all a pitcher, like his father. (\u201cHe was wilder than hell,\u201d Blass said. \u201cOnce, in a Canaan game, he actually threw a pitch over the backstop.\u201d) Steve Blass pitched two no-hitters in his junior year at Housatonic Regional High School, and three more as a senior, but there were so many fine pitchers on the team that he did not get to be a starter until his final year. (One of the stars just behind him was John Lamb, who later pitched for the Pirates; Lamb\u2019s older sister, Karen, was a classmate of Steve\u2019s, and in time she found herself doubly affiliated with the Pirate mound staff.)

The Pittsburgh organization signed Steve Blass right out of Housatonic High in 1960, and he began moving up through the minors. He and Karen Lamb were married in the fall of 1963, and they went to the Dominican Republic that winter, where Steve played for the Cibae\u00f1as Eagles and began working on a slider. He didn\u2019t quite make the big club when training ended in the spring, and was sent down to the Pirates\u2019 Triple A club in Columbus, but the call came three weeks later. Blass said, \u201cWe got in the car, and I floored it all the way across Ohio. I remember it was raining as we came out of the tunnel in Pittsburgh, and I drove straight to Forbes Field and went in and found the attendant and put my uniform on, at two in the afternoon. There was no game <\/i>there, or anything–I just had\u00a0to see how it looked.\u201d <\/a>This paragraph must\u2019ve been a nightmare for the\u00a0fact checkers\u00a0\u2014 dates, times, weather. Do you like working with the checkers? Is that an enjoyable part of the writing process?<\/span>Sure! I enjoy them, and I count on them. And I\u2019m nervous about them, because I\u2019m worried they\u2019ll take out some terrific thing I got wrong. Sometimes that happens. I count on checkers to keep me straight.<\/span>How has checking and editing changed since you\u2019ve been at the magazine?<\/span>I don\u2019t want to talk about the editing. Checking is about the same. There\u2019s a lot of turnover. We used to have old checkers; now, we have brilliant, young checkers who come and stay for a while and then leave.<\/span><\/span>

We had moved along by now to the Blasses\u2019 house, a medium-sized brick structure on a hillside in Upper St. Clair, which is a suburb about twelves miles southeast of Pittsburgh. The pizza disappeared rapidly, and then David and Chris went off upstairs to do their homework or watch TV. The Blass family room was trophied and comfortable. On a wall opposite a long sofa there was, among other things, a plaque representing the J. Roy Stockton Award for Outstanding Baseball Achievement, a Dapper Dan Award for meritorious service to Pittsburgh, a shiny metal bat with the engraved signatures of the National League All-Stars of 1972, a 1971 Pittsburgh World Champions bat, a signed photograph of President Nixon, and a framed, decorated proclamation announcing Steve Blass Day in Falls Village, Connecticut. \u201cBe it known that this twenty-second day of October in the year of our Lord 1971, the citizens of Falls Village do set aside and do honor with pride Steve Blass, the tall skinny kid from Falls Village, who is now the hero of baseball and will be our hero always.\u201d It was signed by the town\u2019s three selectmen. The biggest picture in the room hung over the sofa–an enlarged color photograph of the Blass family at the Father-and-Sons Day at Three Rivers Stadium in 1971. In the photo, Karen Blass looks extremely pretty in a large straw hat, and all three male Blasses are wearing Pirate uniforms; the boys\u2019 uniforms look a little funny, because in their excitement each boy had put on the other\u2019s pants. Great picture. <\/a>This is a lovely aside. Why did you opine on the photo?<\/span>I\u2019m proud of this paragraph because this is me walking around the room and talking notes. All this I wrote down in my notebook, every single one \u2014 what was in the photograph and what the photograph looked like.<\/span>“Great picture” is so unexpected. I had a real shit-eating grin when I read that.<\/span>Well, that\u2019s what I\u2019ve been talking about. I\u2019m still there and the reader <\/i>is there. I want the reader to feel like he\u2019s standing there with me. It\u2019s okay for the reader to think, Great picture<\/i>. That means they\u2019re really in the piece.<\/span>You think neutrality is bullshit.<\/span>Well, no, that\u2019s a different kind of writing. That\u2019s just not the kind of writing I\u2019m doing here. There are other pieces I write, like Comments, where I have to be neutral, but if I\u2019m in a room looking around, and I say \u2018Great picture,\u2019 it sort of lightens things up. It\u2019s not just what\u2019s there, but the reader\u2019s feelings. I\u2019m encouraging the reader.<\/span><\/span>

Karen and Steve pointed this out to me, and then they went back to their arrival in the big time on that raining long-ago first day in Pittsburgh and Steve\u2019s insisting on trying on his Pirate uniform, and they leaned back in their chairs and laughed about it again.

\u201cWith Steve, everything is right out in the open,\u201d Karen said. \u201cEvery accomplishment, every stage of the game–you have no idea how much he loved it, how he enjoyed the game.\u201d

That year, in his first outing Blass pitched five scoreless innings in relief against the Braves, facing, among others, Hank Aaron. In his first start, against the Dodgers in Los Angeles, he pitched against Don Drysdale and won, 4-2. \u201cI thought I\u2019d died and gone to Heaven,\u201d Blass said to me.

He lit a cigar and blew out a little smoke. \u201cYou know, this thing that\u2019s happened has been painted so bad, so tragic,\u201d he said. \u201cWell, I don\u2019t go along with that. I know what I\u2019ve done in baseball, and I give myself all the credit in the world for it. I\u2019m not bitter about this. I\u2019ve had the greatest moments a person could ever want. When I was a boy, I used to make up those fictitious games where I was always pitching in the bottom of the ninth in the World Series. Well, I really did <\/i>it. It went on and happened to me. Nobody\u2019s ever enjoyed winning a big-league game more than I have. All I\u2019ve ever wanted to do since I was six years old was to keep on playing baseball. It didn\u2019t even have to be major-league ball. I\u2019ve never been a goal-planner–I\u2019ve never said I\u2019m going to do this or that. With me, everything was just a continuation of what had come before. I think that\u2019s why I enjoyed it all so much when it did come along, when the good things did happen.\u201d

All this was said with an air of summing up, of finality, but at other times that evening I noticed that it seems difficult for Blass to talk about his baseball career as a thing of the past; now and then he slipped into the present tense–as if it were still going on. <\/a>There\u2019s such a fluidity to your writing that\u2019s so remarkable to experience. What were your writing influences, as far as your style?<\/span>Oh, I don\u2019t know about the style. It\u2019s hard to say. Certainly, E.B. White. I used to watch him write when I was quite young. And I read him. His copy always seemed very lighthearted, but I saw how hard he worked and how difficult it was for him. He\u2019d write a Comment in Maine, every Monday or Tuesday. He would work all morning and come to lunch. It would be silent; nobody said anything because it was so hard. Then you\u2019d read it, and it was the lightest, most offhand, fast-moving prose imaginable. And he often said it wasn\u2019t good enough. So that was a lesson for me. But I read everything and everybody, so I was influenced by a lot of writers in my time. Certainly by Hemingway<\/a>, as everybody was in those days. Later I was very much influenced by Red Smith. Red Smith always conveyed a joyful participation. Red Smith himself was visible in every column. He was an\u00a0erudite guy, a college guy, and he would make knowing references. You never felt he was writing down at any point. He was himself. The references were complimentary because you understood them. He always made it seem effortless and there was a lot of humor. There was a very strong influence. Everybody wanted to write like Red Smith.<\/span><\/span>This was understandable, for he was in limbo. The Pirates had finally released him late in March (\u201coutrighted\u201d him, in baseball parlance), near the end of the spring-training season, and he had subsequently decided not to continue his attempts to salvage his pitching form in the minor leagues. <\/a>Your story came out three months after Blass was let go. That strikes me as insanely fast. How long did the reporting and writing phases take?<\/span>I was there for four or five days. But they were very crowded. There was not much time off, except now and then he had to go to the therapist. And everybody knew where he was going. And he knew that I <\/i>knew where he was going, but we didn\u2019t talk about it. So there\u2019d be a couple of hours off while he went to see the shrink. He was ashamed that he was doing it, and discovering that he had an unconscious. He didn\u2019t know what to do with that. He didn\u2019t want to talk about it, and that was okay with me. I think I wrote it fast because I had so much stuff. I came back and my notebooks were bulging.<\/span><\/span>Earlier in the week of my visit, he had accepted a promising job with Josten\u2019s, Inc., a large jewelry concern that makes, among other things, World Series rings and high-school graduation rings, and he would go to work for them shortly as a travelling representative in the Pittsburgh area. He was out of baseball for good.

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Pitching consistency is probably the ingredient that separates major-league baseball from the lesser levels of the game. A big-league fastball comes in on the batter at about eight-five or ninety miles an hour, completing its prescribed journey of sixty feet six inches in less than half a second, and, if it is a strike, generally intersects no more than an inch or two of the seventeen-inch-side plate, usually near the upper or lower limits of the strike zone; curves and sliders arrive a bit later but with intense rotation, and must likewise slice off only a thin piece of the black if they are to be effective. Sustaining this kind of control over a stretch of, say, one hundred and thirty pitches in a seven- or eight-inning appearance places such excruciating demands on a hurler\u2019s body and psyche that even the most successful pitchers regularly have games when they simply can\u2019t get the job done. Their fastball comes in high, their curves hang, the rest of their prime weapons desert them. The pitcher is knocked about, often by an inferior rival team, and leaves within a few innings; asked about it later, he shrugs and says, \u201cI didn\u2019t have it today.\u201d He seems unsurprised. Pitching, it sometimes appears, is too hard for anyone<\/i>. Occasionally, the poor performance is repeated, then extended. The pitcher goes into a slump. He sulks or rages, according to his nature; he asks for help; he works long hours on his motion. Still he cannot win. He worries about his arm, which almost always hurts to some degree. Has it gone dead? He worries about his stuff. Has he lost his velocity? He wonders whether he will ever win again or whether he will now join the long, long list–the list that awaits him, almost surely, in the end–of suddenly slow, suddenly sore-armed pitchers who have abruptly vanished from the big time, down the drain to oblivion. Then, unexpectedly, the slump ends–most of the time, that is–and he is back where he was: a winning pitcher. There is rarely an explanation for this, whether the\u00a0slump has lasted for two games or a dozen, and managers and coaches, when pressed for one, will usually mutter that \u201cpitching is a delicate thing,\u201d or–as if it explained anything–\u201dhe got back in the groove.\u201d <\/a>I\u2019m curious about the perspective here. It seems based entirely on your years of reporting on the game; you don\u2019t cite a pitching coach, for example.<\/span>This is absorbed knowledge. I try not to make it sound difficult. You\u2019ve got to talk all the way through it. It\u2019s not just about what a weird thing is happening, but what the norm is, and what pitchers go through all the time. Baseball is so hard<\/i>. That\u2019s the great thing about it. I\u2019m going to be talking at Cooperstown in July about how hard baseball is. I\u2019m grateful for that most of all. It\u2019s so difficult \u2014 it\u2019s almost impossible for people to play. Even the greatest players go through terrible slumps and doubts. If it were easy, you\u2019d be interested for a season for two and then you\u2019d give it up.<\/span><\/span>

In spite of such hovering and inexplicable hazards, every big-league pitcher knows exactly what is expected of him. As with the other aspects of the game, statistics define his work and–day by day, inning by inning–whether he is getting it done. Thus, it may be posited as a rule that a major-league hurler who gives up an average of just over three and a half runs per game is about at the middle of his profession–an average pitcher. (Last year, the National League and the American League both wound up with a per-game earned-run average of 3.62.) At contract-renewal time, earned-run averages below 3.30 are invariably mentioned by pitchers; an E.R.A. close to or above the 4.00 level will always be brought up by management. The select levels of pitching proficiency (and salary) begin below the 3.00 line; in fact, an E.R.A. of less than 3.00 certifies true quality in almost exactly the same fashion as an over-.300 batting average for hitters. <\/a>Was this common knowledge, or were these assertions based on conversations with executives?<\/span>I think this was common knowledge. If you were a knowing fan, or a knowing writer, you would come up with something like this to explain what the median is and what is good, what is below good, and what is exceptional. You have to let the reader in on this without loading him down too much.<\/span><\/span>Last year, both leagues had ten pitchers who finished up below 3.00, led by Buzz Capra\u2019s N.L. mark of 2.28 and Catfish Hunter\u2019s 2.49 in the A.L. The best season-long earned-run average of the modern baseball era was Bob Gibson\u2019s 1.12 mark, set in 1968.

Strikeouts are of no particular use in defining pitching effectiveness, since there are other, less vivid ways of retiring batters, but bases on balls matter. To put it in simple terms, a good, middling pitcher should not surrender more than three or four walks per game–unless he is also striking out batters in considerable clusters. Last year, Ferguson Jenkins, of the Texas Rangers, gave up only forty-five walks in three hundred and twenty-eight innings pitched, or an average of 1.19 per game. Nolan Ryan, of the Angels, walked two hundred and two men in three hundred and thirty-three innings, or 5.4 per game; however, he helped himself considerably by fanning three hundred and sixty-seven, or just under ten men per game. The fastball is a great healer.

At the beginning of the 1973 season, Steve Blass had a lifetime earned-run average over 3.25 and was averaging 1.9 walks per game. He was, in short, an extremely successful and useful big-league pitcher, and was understandably enjoying his work. Early that season, however, baseball suddenly stopped being fun for him. He pitched well in spring training in Bradenton, which was unusual, for he has always been a very slow starter. He pitched on opening day, against the Cards, but threw poorly and was relieved, although the Pirates eventually won the game. For a time, his performance was borderline, but his few wins were in sloppy, high-scoring contests, and his bad outings were marked by streaks of uncharacteristic wildness and ineffectuality. On April 22nd, against the Cubs, he gave up a walk, two singles, a homer, a double in the first inning, sailed through the second inning, and then walked a man and hit two batsmen in the third. He won a complete game against the Padres, but in his next two appearances, against the Dodgers and the Expos, he survived for barely half the distance; in the Expos game, he threw three scoreless innings, and then suddenly gave up two singles, a double, and two walks. By early June, his record was three wins and three losses, but his earned-run average suggested that his difficulties were serious. Bill Virdon, the Pirate manager, was patient and told Blass to take all the time he needed to find himself; he reminded Blass that once–in 1970–he had an early record of two and eight but had then come back to finish the season with a mark of ten and twelve. <\/a>Throughout the story, Virdon comes across as truly understanding and patient. Did you find this to be an unusual attribute, or were most managers like this?<\/span>I thought he was a very contemporary, young, intelligent executive. I thought he was a good guy. Quiet. He was a grown-up \u2014 I use that phrase a lot \u2014 and not everybody in baseball is grown-up.\u00a0There are people who go through life, or have great success, who are not entirely grown-up. But he seemed like a knowing adult in this old business.<\/span><\/span>

What was mystifying about the whole thing was that Blass still had stuff, especially when he warmed up or threw on the sidelines. He was in great physical shape, as usual, and his arm felt fine; in his entire pitching career, Blass never experienced a sore arm. Virdon remained calm, although he was clearly puzzled. Some pitching mechanics were discussed and worked on: Blass was sometimes dropping his elbow as he threw; often he seemed to be hurrying his motion, so that his arm was not in synchronization with his body; perhaps he had exaggerated his peculiar swoop toward first base and thus was losing his power. <\/a>You use semicolons often, throughout the story. Was this a reflection of the New Yorker<\/i>\u2019s house style, or do you have a particular fondness for them?<\/span>I tend to write long sentences because there\u2019s a lot of stuff going on in a ballgame, or whatever I\u2019m writing about. I like to get it out, onto the page. I don\u2019t mind long sentences, if they\u2019re clear<\/i>. And I think my sentences are always clear. I can write a long, long sentence. I\u2019ve talked with editors who said, \u201cBreak this up.\u201d And if I were to break it up, I can use a semicolon. A semicolon makes it into separate sentences, but not quite<\/i>. It\u2019s still the same sentence, but you start over again with a semicolon. It became a habit of mine.<\/span><\/span>These are routine pitching mistakes, which almost all pitchers are guilty of from time to time, and Blass worked on them assiduously. He started again against the Braves on June 11th, in Atlanta; after three and one-third innings he was gone, having given up seven singles, a home run, two walks, and a total of five runs. Virdon and Blass agreed that a spell in the bullpen seemed called for; at least he could work on his problems there every day.

Two days later, the roof fell in. The team was still in Atlanta, and Virdon called Blass into the game in the fifth inning, with the Pirates trailing by 8-3. Blass walked the first two men he faced, and gave up a stolen base and a wild pitch and a run-scoring single before retiring the side. In the sixth, Blass walked Darrell Evans. He walked Mike Lum, throwing one pitch behind <\/i>him in the process, which allowed Evans to move down to second. Dusty Baker singled, driving in a run. Ralph Garr grounded out. Davey Johnson singled, scoring another run. Marty Perez walked. Pitcher Ron Reed singled, driving in two more runs, and was wild-pitched to second. Johnny Oates walked. Frank Tepedino singled, driving in two runs, and Steve Blass was finally relieved. His totals for the one and one-third innings were seven runs, five hits, six bases on balls, and three wild pitches.

\u201cIt was the worst experience of my baseball life,\u201d Blass told me. \u201cI don\u2019t think I\u2019ll ever forget it. I was embarrassed and disgusted. I was totally unnerved. You can\u2019t imagine the feeling that you suddenly have no idea <\/i>what you\u2019re doing out there. You have no business being there, performing that way as a major-league pitcher. It was kind of scary.\u201d <\/a>Have you ever felt that way, as a writer for The<\/em>\u00a0New Yorker<\/i>? Was there anything about Blass that you could relate to?<\/span>That was really a key thing for him to say. Because with every major leaguer, in my experience, the prime thing is they want to look good. They don\u2019t want to look bad. Performing well, performing up to standard. They\u2019re very<\/i> proud. This is a much more of a motivator than money. It\u2019s not just staying in the majors. It\u2019s how they look. There\u2019s a pride that comes with it. So he\u2019s suffering, and that\u2019s as close as he\u2019ll come to saying that.<\/span>Okay, but what about you? Did you ever have moments where you thought, I don\u2019t belong here<\/i>?<\/span>I never felt that. I just felt, at moments, that I can\u2019t write. My problem for a long time was starting. I used to have terrible trouble. Once I started, everything would be okay. Basically, my writing style is to rewrite as I go along. I don\u2019t do a first version and then go back and do it over again. Bud Trillin or maybe McPhee has a thing of vomiting everything out and then going back and changing it. When I used a typewriter I would X out endlessly and paste together. When I finally had the thing all typed up, it was a pretty good first draft. I did a lot of editing later on, but I didn\u2019t have to do another version. Anyway, I don\u2019t remember worrying if I was good enough or up to The New Yorker<\/i>\u2019s standards, except, I guess, when I was just starting up. I never thought of myself as a great writer, exemplary or a genius. I had a lot of self-doubt. But I could do this stuff. The good part about it and the bad part about it is that it\u2019s hard.<\/span><\/span>

None of Blass\u2019s appearances during the rest of the ’73 season were as dreadful as the Atlanta game, but none of them were truly successful. On August 1st, he started against the Mets and Tom Seaver at Shea Stadium and gave up three runs and five walks in one and two-thirds innings. A little later, Virdon gave him a start in the Hall of Fame game at Cooperstown; this is a meaningless\u00a0annual exhibition,\u00a0played that year between the Pirates and the Texas Rangers, but Blass was as wild as ever and had to be relieved after two and one-thirds innings. After that, Bill Virdon announced that Blass would probably not start another game; the Pirates were in a pennant race, and the time for patience had run out.

Blass retired to the bullpen and worked on fundamentals. He threw a lot, once pitching a phantom nine-inning game while his catcher, Dave Ricketts, called the balls and strikes. <\/a>It\u2019s just a single sentence, but there\u2019s something deeply poignant about this. It\u2019s almost as if Blass is more specter than human being at this point. Did you feel that way about him, as you wrote your story?<\/span>No. I never thought of him as a phantom.<\/span><\/span>At another point, he decided to throw every single day in the bullpen, to see if he could recapture his groove. \u201cAll it did was get me very, very tired,\u201d Blass told me. He knew that Virdon was not going to use him, but whenever the Pirates fell behind in the game, he felt jumpy about the possibility of being called upon. \u201cI knew I wasn\u2019t capable of going in there,\u201d he said. \u201cI was afraid of embarrassing myself again, and letting down the club.\u201d

On September 6th, the Pirate front office announced that Danny Murtaugh, who had served two previous terms as the Pirates\u2019 manager, was replacing Bill Virdon at the helm; the Pirates were caught up in a close, four-team division race, and it was felt that Murtaugh\u2019s experience might bring them home. One of Murtaugh\u2019s first acts was to announce that Steve would be given a start. The game he picked was against the Cubs, in Chicago, on September 11th. Blass, who had not pitched in six weeks, was extremely anxious about this test; he walked the streets of Chicago on the night before the game, and could not get to sleep until after five in the morning. The game went well for him. The Cubs won 2-0, but Steve gave up only two hits and one earned run in the five innings he worked. He pitched with extreme care, throwing mostly sliders. He had another pretty good outing against the Cardinals, for no decision, and then started against the Mets, in New York, on September 21st, but got only two men out, giving up four instant runs on a walk and four hits. The Mets won, 10-2, dropping the Pirates out of first place, but Blass, although unhappy about his showing, found some hope in the fact that he had at least been able to get the ball over the plate. \u201cAt that point,\u201d he said, \u201cI was looking for even a little bit of success–one good inning, a few real fastballs, anything to hold on to that might halt my negative momentum. I wanted to feel I had at least got things turned around and facing in the right direction.

The Mets game was his last of the year. His statistics for the 1973 seasons were three wins and nine defeats, and an earned-run average of 9.81. That figure and his record of eighty-four walks in eighty-nine innings pitched were the worst in the National League. <\/a>How do you know how long a story should be? Do you have a word count in mind \u2014\u00a0or assigned \u2014\u00a0when you begin, or \u2014 <\/span>No, not in those days. Now, you know, we have less space. But in those days you just wrote away. I felt that I would have as much space as I wanted.<\/span>Do you get a word count now?<\/span>No, but you have a sense that we don\u2019t have as much space as we used to.<\/span><\/span>

***<\/p>
I went to another ballgame with Steve Blass on the night after the Little League affair–this time at Three Rivers Stadium, where the Pirates were meeting the Cardinals. We sat behind home plate, down near the screen, and during the first few innings a lot of young fans came clustering down the aisle to get Steve\u2019s autograph. People in the sections near us kept calling and waving to him. \u201cEverybody has been great to me, all through this thing,\u201d Blass said. \u201cI don\u2019t think there are too many here who are thinking, \u2018Look, there\u2019s the wild man.\u2019 I\u2019ve had hundreds and hundreds of letters–I don\u2019t know how many–and not one of them was down on me.\u201d

In the game, Bob Gibson pitched against the Pirates\u2019 Jerry Ruess. When Ted Simmons stood in for the visitors, Blass said, \u201cHe\u2019s always hit me pretty good. He\u2019s really developed as a hitter.\u201d Then there was an error by Richie Hebner, at third, on a grounder hit by Ken Reitz, and Blass said, \u201cDid you notice the batter take that big swing and then hit it off his hands? It was the swing that put Richie back on his heels like that.\u201d Later on, Richie Zisk hit a homer off Gibson, on a three-and-two count, and Blass murmured, \u201cThe high slider is one of the <\/i>hittable pitches when it isn\u2019t just right. I should know.\u201d

The game rushed along, as games always do when Gibson is pitching. \u201cYou know,\u201d Blass said, \u201cbefore we faced him we\u2019d always have a team meeting and we\u2019d say, \u2018Stay out of the batter\u2019s box, clean your spikes–anything to make him slow up.\u2019 But it never lasted more than an inning or two. He makes you play his game.\u201d

A little later, however, Willie Stargell hit a homer, and then Manny Sanguillen drove in another run with a double off the left-field wall (\u201cGet <\/i>out of here!\u201d Steve said while the ball was in flight), and it was clear that this was not to be a Gibson night. Blass was enjoying himself, and it seemed to me that the familiarities and surprises of the game had restored something in him. At one point, he leaned forward a little and peered into the Pirate dugout and murmured, \u201cIs Dock Ellis over in his regular corner there?,\u201d but for the most part he kept his eyes on the field. I tried to imagine what it felt like for him not to be down in the dugout.

I had talked that day to a number of Blass\u2019s old teammates, and all of them had mentioned his cheerfulness and his jokes, and what they had meant to the team over the years. \u201cSteve\u2019s humor in the clubhouse was unmatched,\u201d relief pitcher Dave Giusti said. \u201cHe was a terrific mimic. Perfect. He could do Robert Kennedy. He could do Manny Sanguillen. He could do Roberto Clemente–not just the way he moved but the way he talked. Clemente loved it. He could do rat sounds–the noise a rat makes running. Lots of other stuff. It all made for looseness and togetherness. Because of Steve, the clubhouse was never completely silent, even after a loss.\u201d Another Pirate said, \u201cSteve was about ninety per cent of the good feeling on this club. He was always up, always agitating. If a player made a mistake, Steve knew how to say something about it that would let the guy know it was O.K. Especially the young guys–he really understood them, and they put their confidence in him because of that. He picked us all up. Of course, there was a hell of a lot less of that from him in the last couple of years. We sure missed it.\u201d <\/a>Why were these quotes unattributed?<\/span>Because it doesn\u2019t matter who says this. It\u2019s just general information. It would just be a distraction, other names to go into the reader\u2019s mind that he\u2019s never going to use again. So why do it?<\/span><\/span>

For the final three innings of the game, Blass and I moved upstairs to general manager Joe Brown\u2019s box. Steve was startled by the unfamiliar view. \u201cHey, you can really see how it works <\/i>from here, can\u2019t you?\u201d he said. \u201cDown there, you\u2019ve got to look at it all in pieces. No wonder it\u2019s so hard to play this game right.\u201d <\/a>Why did you bring Blass up to the manager\u2019s box? Was this something you\u2019d always planned to do?<\/span> No, this was Blass\u2019s idea. He said, \u201cLet\u2019s go sit in Joe Brown\u2019s box,\u201d so we did. It just happened. It was just part of the good luck I had. Everything he did was exactly what I would have wanted him to do.<\/span><\/span>

In the Pirates\u2019 seventh, Bill Robinson pinch-hit for Ed Kirkpatrick, and Blass said, \u201cWell, that <\/i>still makes me wince a little.\u201d It was a moment or two before I realized that Robinson was wearing Blass\u2019s old uniform number. Robinson fanned, and Blass said, \u201cSame old twenty-eight.\u201d

The Pirates won easily, 5-0, with Jerry Reuss going all the way for the shutout and just before the end Steve said, \u201cI always had trouble sleeping after pitching a real good game. And if we were home, I\u2019d get up about seven in the morning, before anybody else was up, and go downstairs and make myself a cup of coffee, and then I\u2019d get the newspaper and open it to the sports section and just– Just soak it all in.\u201d

We thanked Joe Brown and said good night, and as we went down in the elevator I asked Steve Blass if he wanted to stop off in the clubhouse for a minute and see his old friends. \u201cOh, no,\u201d he said. \u201cNo, I couldn\u2019t do that.\u201d <\/a>Did you try to persuade him to change his mind?<\/span>Absolutely not. I\u2019m not going to try to take him where he doesn\u2019t want to go. At this point, I\u2019m scared and nervous because I don\u2019t know where the story\u2019s going to go. And I don\u2019t know if he\u2019s going to go on being as cooperative and friendly. I\u2019m a guest in his life!<\/span>Generally, though, do you push your subjects at all?<\/span>Well, I\u2019ve encouraged them to talk. But to some extent \u2014 and this is not the case with Blass \u2014 every subject is unconsciously writing the piece with you. In some cases, this is really<\/i> unconscious. I don\u2019t think Steve Blass was thinking about The New Yorker<\/i> piece. He may be thinking about letting me into this really miserable situation because I can help him. Maybe this will be of use to him, or maybe he\u2019s just a great guy. Maybe it\u2019s some combination. But you realize later that if you get a good piece, it\u2019s almost always because somebody you\u2019re talking with is in there with you. The greatest example of the helping subject was Bart Giamatti. I did a profile of Bart<\/a>, who was super-intelligent \u2014 the president of Yale, the commissioner of baseball. He would say, \u201cNow, I\u2019m going to say this because it\u2019ll fit somewhere on page three, and it\u2019ll look good.\u2026\u201d He was leaping ahead of where I wanted to be. It was so funny. My favorite question I asked him was from my wife<\/a>, a very funny woman. I was just starting off to spend some time with Bart Giamatti and she said, \u201cOkay. Ask Bart which got him the most girls: being president of Yale or president of the National League.\u201d<\/span>What did he say?<\/span>He said, \u201cI\u2019ve got to take a pass on that.\u201d<\/span><\/span>

***<\/p>
After the end of the 1973 season, Blass joined the Pirates\u2019 team in the Florida Instructional League, (an autumn institution that exists mostly to permit the clubs to look over their prime minor-league prospects), where he worked intensively with a longtime pitching coach, Don Osborn, and appeared in three games. He came home feeling a little hopeful (he was almost living on such minimal nourishments), but when he forced himself to think about it he had to admit that he had been too tense to throw the fastball much, even against rookies. Then, in late February, 1974, Blass reported to Bradenton with the other Pirates pitchers and catchers. \u201cWe have a custom in the early spring that calls for the all the pitchers to throw five minutes of batting practice every day,\u201d he told me. \u201cThis is before the rest of the squad arrives, you understand, so you\u2019re just pitching to the other pitchers. Well, the day before the first workout I woke up at four-thirty in the morning. I was so worried that I couldn\u2019t get back to sleep–and all this was just over going out and throwing to pitchers<\/i>. I don\u2019t remember what happened that first day, but I went out there very tense and anxious every time. As you can imagine, there\u2019s very little good work or improvement you can do under those circumstances.\u201d

The training period made it clear that nothing had altered with him (he walked twenty-five men in fourteen innings in exhibition play), and when the club went North he was left in Bradenton for further work. He joined the team in Chicago on April 16th, and entered a game against the Cubs the next afternoon, taking over in the fourth inning, with the Pirates down 10-4. He pitched five innings, and gave up eight runs (three of them unearned), five hits, and seven bases on balls. The Cubs batted around against him in the first inning he pitched, and in the sixth he gave up back-to-back home runs. His statistics for the game, including an E.R.A. of 9.00, were also his major league figures for the year, because late in April the Pirates sent him down to the Charleston (West Virginia) Charlies, their farm team in the Class AAA International League. Blass did not argue about the decision; in fact, as a veteran with more than eight years\u2019 service in the majors, he had to agree to the demotion before the parent club could send him down. He felt that the Pirates and Joe Brown had been extraordinarily patient and sympathetic in dealing with a baffling and apparently irremediable problem. They had also been generous, refusing to cut his salary by the full twenty per cent permissible in extending a major-league contract. (His pay, which had been ninety thousand dollars in 1973, was cut to seventy-five thousand for the next season, and then to sixty-three thousand this spring.) In any case, Blass wanted to go. He needed continuous game experience if he was ever to break out of it, and he knew he no longer belonged with a big-league club.

The distance between the minors and the majors, always measurable in light-years, is probably greater today than ever before, and for a man making the leap in the wrong direction the feeling must be sickening. Blass tries to pass off the experience lightly (he is apparently incapable of self-pity), but one can guess what must have been required of him to summon up even a scrap of the kind of hope and aggressive self-confidence that are prerequisites, at every level, of a successful athletic performance. He and Karen rented an apartment in Charleston, and the whole family moved down when the school year ended; David and Chris enjoyed the informal atmosphere around the ballpark, where they were permitted to shag flies in batting practice. \u201cIt wasn\u2019t so bad,\u201d Blass told me. <\/a>\u201cTries to\u2026apparently\u2026\u201d<\/i> I get the impression that, at this point in the reporting, you\u2019ve become a bit skeptical about Blass\u2019s sunny disposition. Is that what you\u2019re trying to convey here?<\/span>Well, I\u2019m not skeptical but it shows he keeps saying it. And he describes these appalling events, this torture. It\u2019s the worst possible thing for an athlete to be going through \u2014 he\u2019s going down, down, down. He can\u2019t perform even at the lower levels \u2014 it\u2019s horrendous. But he\u2019s doing it in an open way. He\u2019s pouring it out.<\/span><\/span>

But it was. The manager of the Charlies, Steve Demeter, put Blass in the regular starting rotation, but he fared no better against minor-leaguers than he had in the big time. In a very brief time, his earned-run average and his bases-on-balls record were the worst in the league. Blass got along well with his teammates, but there were other problems. The mystery of Steve Blass\u2019s decline was old stuff by now in most big-league-city newspapers, but as soon as he was sent down, there was a fresh wave of attention from the national press and the networks, and sportwriters for newspapers in Memphis and Rochester and Richmond and the other International League cities looked on his arrival in town as a God-given feature story. Invariably, they asked him how much money he was earning as a player; then they asked if he thought he was worth it. <\/a>I love this sentence. You don\u2019t include Blass\u2019s answer; you let the reader supply it instead.<\/span>It\u2019s so painful, you don\u2019t even want to be there. You don\u2019t want to think about that. My God! It\u2019s sticking knives into the guy. Is he worth it? <\/i>I don\u2019t need to say any more\u00a0than that. Oh, I mean, the whole thing is so painful. It\u2019s just appalling<\/i>, what he goes through. He\u2019s a baseball castaway.<\/span><\/span>

The Charlies did a lot of travelling by bus. One day, the team made an eight-hour trip from Charleston to Toledo, where they played a night game. At eleven that same night, they reboarded the bus and drove to Pawtucket, Rhode Island, for their next date, arrival at about nine in the morning. Blass had started the game in Toledo, and he was so disgusted with his performance that he got back on the bus without having showered or taken off his uniform. \u201cWe\u2019d stop at an all-night restaurant every now and then, and I\u2019d walk in with a two-day old beard and my old Charleston Charlies uniform on, looking like go-to-hell,\u201d Blass said. \u201cIt was pretty funny to see people looking at me. I had some books along, and we had plenty of wine and beer on the bus, so the time went by somehow.\u201d He paused and then shook his head. \u201cGod<\/i>, that was an awful trip,\u201d he said.

By early August, Blass\u2019s record with Charleston was two and nine, and 9.74. He had had enough. With Joe Brown\u2019s permission, he left the Charlies and flew West to consult Dr. Bill Harrison, of Davis, California. Dr. Harrison is an optometrist who has helped develop a system of \u201coptometherapy,\u201d designed to encourage athletes to concentrate on the immediate physical task at hand–hitting a ball, throwing a strike–by visualizing the act in advance; his firm was once retained by the Kansas City Royals baseball team, and his patients have included a number of professional golfers and football players. Blass spent four days with him, and then rejoined the Pirates, this time as a batting-practice pitcher. He says now that he was very interested in Dr. Harrison\u2019s theories but that they just didn\u2019t seem to help him much.

In truth, nothing helped. Blass knew that his case was desperate. He was almost alone now with his problem–a baseball castaway–and he had reached the point where he was willing to try practically anything. Under the guidance of pitching coach Don Osborn, he attempted some unusual experiments. He tried pitching from the outfield, with the sweeping motion of a fielder making a long peg. He tried pitching while kneeling on the mound. He tried pitching with his left foot tucked up behind his right knee until the last possible second of his delivery. Slow-motion films of his delivery were studied and compared with films taken during some of his best games of the past; much of his motion, it was noticed, seemed extraneous, but he had thrown exactly the same way at his peak. Blass went back and corrected minute details, to no avail.

The frustrating, bewildering part of it all was that while working alone with a catcher Blass continued to throw as well as he ever had; his fastball was alive, and his slider and curve shaved the corners of the plate. But the moment a batter stood in against him he became a different pitcher, especially when throwing a fastball–a pitcher apparently afraid of seriously injuring somebody. As a result, he was of very little use to the Pirates even in batting practice.

Don Osborn, a gentle man in his mid-sixties, says, \u201cSteve\u2019s problem was mental. He had mechanical difficulties, with some underlying mental cause. I don\u2019t think anybody will ever understand his decline. We tried everything–I didn\u2019t know anything else to do. I feel real bad about it. Steve had a lot of guts to stay out there as long as he did. You know, old men don\u2019t dream much,\u00a0<\/a>Is that true? Do you dream?<\/span>I dream all the time. Sure. But that\u2019s a nice line. That\u2019s a highly quotable line.<\/span><\/span>\u00a0but just the other night I had this dream that Steve Blass was all over his troubles and could pitch again. I said, \u2018He\u2019s ready, we can use him!\u2019 Funny\u2026\u201d <\/a>Despite only a brief appearance in your story, Osborn comes off as a warm, fully formed human being. Do you try to flesh out minor characters in your stories?<\/span>I don\u2019t need to here. I don\u2019t need to flesh anyone out because there\u2019s so much material. There\u2019s so much stuff that\u2019s just flooding <\/i>onto the page.<\/span>I mean, in general.<\/span>No. I mean, if he\u2019s a minor character and I want him to be a bit more important I might say a bit more about him. The main thing is just to listen. If he says he\u2019s had a dream, you\u2019ve got to listen to that. I remember a great quote I got just walking through a manager\u2019s office. This was with the Royals, and it was about George Brett and his hitting. It was after a game, and there were two coaches in a little passageway, two old, country guys. And one of ’em said, \u201cEverything George Brett hits goes through the infield like a stream of milk.\u201d And you can\u2019t do better than that. This is a country reference! This is milk that you\u2019re squeezing out while you\u2019re milking a cow. A white streak. And I wrote it down.<\/span><\/span>

It was probably at this time that Blass consulted a psychiatrist. He does not talk about it–in part out of natural reticence but also because the Pirate front office, in an effort to protect his privacy, turned away inquiries into this area by Pittsburgh writers and persistently refused to comment on whether such therapy was undertaken. <\/a>Did you push Blass to talk about the psychiatric sessions?<\/span>Never, never.<\/span>Did he tell you anything off the record?<\/span>I don\u2019t think so. But I can\u2019t remember.<\/span><\/span>It is clear, however, that Blass does not believe he gained any profound insights into possible unconscious causes of his difficulties. Earlier in the same summer, he also experimented briefly with transcendental meditation. He entered the program at the suggestion of Joe Brown, who also enrolled Dave Giusti, Willie Stargell, pitcher Bruce Kison, and himself in the group. Blass repeated mantras and meditated twice a day for about two months; he found that it relaxed him, but it did not seem to have much application to his pitching. Innumerable other remedies were proposed by friends and strangers. Like anyone in hard straits, he was deluged with unsolicited therapies, overnight cures, naturopathies, exorcisms, theologies, and amulets, many of which arrived by mail. Blass refuses to make jokes about these nostrums. \u201cAnyone who takes the trouble to write a man who is suffering deserves to be thanked,\u201d he told me. <\/a>What did you make of this? Athletes are famously superstitious. In this regard, was Blass on par with others you\u2019ve profiled, or even more so?<\/span>I didn\u2019t know of any superstitions of his. If there\u2019d been one, I would have put it in there.<\/span><\/span>

Most painful of all, perhaps, was the fact that the men who most sympathized with his incurable professional difficulties were least able to help. The Pirates were again engaged in a close and exhausting pennant race fought out over six weeks of the season; they moved into first place for good only two days before the end, won their half-pennant, and then were eliminated by the Dodgers in a hour-game championship playoff. Steve Blass was with the team through this stretch, but he took no part in the campaign, and by now he was almost silent in the clubhouse. He had become an extra wheel. \u201cIt must have been hell for him,\u201d Dave Giusti says. \u201cI mean real <\/i>hell. I never could have stood it.\u201d

When Blass is asked about this last summer of his baseball career, he will only say that it was \u201ckind of a difficult time\u201d or \u201cnot the most fun I\u2019ve had.\u201d In extended conversations about himself, he often gives an impression of an armored blandness <\/a>\u201cAn armored blandness<\/i>\u201d \u2014I love that.<\/span>Well, that\u2019s what it is. He\u2019s unconsciously pushing people away.<\/span><\/span>that suggests a failure of emotion; this apparent insensitivity about himself contrasts almost shockingly with his subtle concern for the feelings of his teammates and his friends and his family, and even of strangers. \u201cMy overriding philosophy is to have a regard for others,\u201d he once told me. \u201cI don\u2019t want to put myself over other people.\u201d He takes pride in the fact that his outward, day-to-day demeanor altered very little through his long ordeal. \u201cA person lives on,\u201d he said more than once, smiling. \u201cThe sun will come up tomorrow.\u201d Most of all, perhaps, he sustained his self-regard by not taking out his terrible frustrations on Karen and the boys. \u201cA ballplayer learns very early that he can\u2019t bring the game home with him every night,\u201d he said once. \u201cEspecially when there are young people growing up there. I\u2019m real proud of the fact that this thing hasn\u2019t bothered us at home. David and Chris have come through it all in fine shape. I think Karen and I are closer than ever because of this.\u201d <\/a>This is so hard to believe. When people struggle like this, don\u2019t relationships get frayed? At least a bit? From what you could observe, did you\u00a0think their relationship was in good shape?<\/span>I didn\u2019t know, I didn\u2019t know. I had very edgy feelings here. I didn\u2019t want to get into a marriage. I never felt there was something wrong with the marriage. I thought the stuff that came out of her \u2014 she was amazing<\/i>. I don\u2019t think it\u2019s defensive. She could hardly wait to say these things.<\/span><\/span>

Karen once said to me, \u201cDay to day, he hasn\u2019t changed. Just the other morning, he was out working on the lawn, and a couple of the neighbors\u2019 children came over to see him. Young kids–maybe three or four years old. Then I looked out a few minutes later, and there was a whole bunch of them yelling and rolling around on the grass with him, like puppies. He\u2019s always been that way. Steve has worked at being a man and being a father and a husband. It\u2019s something he always felt very strongly about, and I have to give him all the credit in the world. Sometimes I think I got to hate the frustration and pain of this more than he did. He always found something to hold on to–a couple of good pitches that day, some little thing he hadn\u2019t noticed. But I couldn\u2019t always share that, and I didn\u2019t have his ability to keep things under control.\u201d

I asked if maintaining this superhuman calm might not have damaged Steve in some way, or even added to his problems.

\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d she said. \u201cSometimes in the evening–once in a great while–we\u2019d be sitting together, and we\u2019d have a couple of drinks and he would relax enough to start to talk. He would tell me about it, and get angry and hurt. Then he\u2019d let it come out, and yell and scream and pound on things. And I felt that even this might not be enough for him. He would never do such a thing outside. Never.\u201d She paused, and then she said, \u201cI think he directed his anger toward making the situation livable here at home. I\u2019ve had my own ideas about Steve\u2019s pitching, about the mystery, but they haven\u2019t made much difference. You can\u2019t force your ideas on somebody, especially when he is doing what he thinks he has to do. Steve\u2019s a very private person.\u201d <\/a>Until this point in the story, Karen is not a major character. Here, though, she becomes the beating heart of the story. Why did you wait until now to bring her in to such a degree?<\/span>It\u2019s better here. It comes up naturally. Suddenly you\u2019re aware of a very important character. In a few lines, she says everything about herself that you need to know, it seems to me. This is really tragic. I wrote down in these notes \u201ctragic, exhausting, damaging experience for the Blasses.\u201d I was amazingly lucky to be there and I was holding my breath the whole time. I really was.<\/span>Had you ever been in a situation like that?<\/span>Not really, not really. It came up later. Maybe a reason Steve Blass picked me \u2014 I\u2019ll extend this into the David Cone story<\/a>. He was a friend of mine and a fan of mine, and a very sophisticated, cool guy. But I think he wanted me to write his book, in part, because I was older. The first day I did any reporting with him, I went down to his house in February, before spring training, and sat in his house in Tampa. And he began to talk about his childhood. We talked for three hours about his father and his family and hard times. His father was an alcoholic and all this stuff. And when it was over, his wife said, \u201cI\u2019ve never heard most of this.\u201d So he had picked me to tell me this stuff. In some way, I am a\u00a0confidante or a therapist. I\u2019m an older guy and he wants to get this out. And he stood behind all this stuff and it went into the book. I said, \u201cDo you want it in?\u201d and he said he did. He wanted to say all this. It may be that, in some way, Blass saw me as an older, professional guy, so it would\u00a0be all right for me to hear this.<\/span>Has a subject ever asked you to take something out?<\/span>Maybe, but I don\u2019t remember.<\/span><\/span>

***<\/p>
Steve Blass stayed home last winter. He tried not to think much about baseball, and he didn\u2019t work on his pitching. He and Karen had agreed that the family would go back to Bradenton for spring training, and that he would give it one more try. One day in January, he went over to the field house at the University of Pittsburgh and joined some other Pirates there for a workout. He threw well. Tony Bartirome, the Pirate trainer, who is a close friend of Steve\u2019s, thought he was pitching as well as he ever had. He told Joe Brown that Steve\u2019s problems might be over. When spring training came, however, nothing had altered. Blass threw adequately in brief streaks, but very badly against most batters. He hit Willie Stargell and Manny Sanguillen in batting practice; both players told him to forget it. They urged him to cut loose with the fastball.

Joe Brown had told Blass that the end of the line might be approaching. Blass agreed. The Pirate organization had been extraordinarily patient, but it was, after all, in the business of baseball.

On March 24th,\u00a0Steve Blass started the second game of a doubleheader against the White Sox at Bradenton. For three innings, he escaped serious difficulty. He gave up two runs in the second, but he seemed to throw without much tension, and he even struck out Bill Melton, the Chicago third baseman, with a fastball. Like the other Pirates, Dave Giutsi was watching with apprehensive interest. \u201cI really thought he was on his way,\u201d he told me. \u201cI was encouraged. Then, in the fourth, there were a couple of bases on balls and maybe a bad call by the ump on a close pitch, and suddenly there was a complete reversal. He was a different man out there.\u201d

Blass walked eight men in the fourth inning and gave up eight runs. He threw fifty-one pitches, but only seventeen of them were strikes. Some of his pitches were close to the strike zone, but most were not. He worked the count to 3-2 on Carlos May, and then threw the next pitch behind him. The booing from the fans, at first scattered and uncomfortable, grew louder. Danny Murtaugh waited, but Blass could not get the third out. Finally, Murtaugh came out very slowly to the mound and told Blass that he was taking him out of the game; Dave Giutsi came in to relieve his old roommate. Murtaugh, a peaceable man, then charged the home-plate umpire and cursed him for the bad call, and was thrown out of the game. Play resumed. Blass put on his warmup jacket and trotted to the outfield to run his wind sprints. Roland Hemond, the general manager of the White Sox, was at Bradenton that day, and he said, \u201cIt was the most heartbreaking thing I have ever seen in baseball.\u201d <\/a>This scene is impressively detailed. Did you watch a tape of the game?<\/span>I don\u2019t remember. I may have watched a tape later. The checkers would\u2019ve gone back and probably seen a tape, anyway, too. By the way, I was going to tell you something about checking: If you get a great quote, you say, Don\u2019t check!<\/i>, because you don\u2019t want the checkers to take something out that\u2019s in there. I was doing a story about Horace Stoneham<\/a>, the owner of the Giants for years and years. A wonderful guy. He was just leaving baseball. One of his old scouts, a Hispanic guy, told me that he\u2019d scouted Castro and said he was \u201ca good little left hander.\u201d And I wrote, \u201cDon\u2019t check!\u201d I don\u2019t want them to say that he\u2019d never scouted Castro, which is quite possible he never did. But I\u2019ve got the quote! Leave it there.<\/span>Did the checkers listen to you?<\/span>Of course!<\/span><\/span>

Three days later, the Pirates held a press conference to announce that they had requested waivers from the other National League clubs, with the purpose of giving Blass his unconditional release. Blass flew out to California to see Dr. Bill Harrison once more, and also to visit a hypnotist, Arthur Ellen, who has worked with several major-league players, and has apparently helped some of them, including Dodger pitcher Don Sutton, remarkably. Blass made the trip mostly because he had promised Maury Wills, who is now a baserunning consultant to several teams, that he would not quit the game until he had seen Mr. Ellen.

Blass then returned to Bradenton and worked for several days with the Pirates\u2019 minor-league pitching coach, Larry Sherry, on some pitching mechanics. He made brief appearances in two games against Pirate farmhands, and threw well. He struck out some players with his fastball. After the second game, he showered and got into his Volkswagen and started North to join his family, who had returned to Pittsburgh. It was a good trip, because it gave him time to sort things out, and somewhere along the way he decided to give it up. The six-day waiver period had expired, and none of the other clubs had claimed him. He was encouraged about his pitching, but he had been encouraged before. This time, the fastball had been much better, and at least he could hold on to that; maybe the problem had been mechanical all along. If he came back now, however, it would have to be at the minor-league level, and even if he made it back to the majors, he could expect only three or four more years before his effectiveness would decline because of age and he would have to start thinking about retirement. At least that <\/i>problem could be solved now. He didn\u2019t want to subject Karen to more of the struggle. It was time to get out.

***<\/p>
Of all the mysteries that surround the Steve Blass story, perhaps the most mysterious is the fact that his collapse is unique. There is no other player in recent baseball history\u2014at least none with Blass\u2019s record and credentials\u2014who has lost his form in such a sudden and devastating fashion and been totally unable to recover. <\/a>You\u2019ve observed the game closely for 40 years since the publication of this story. Is Blass\u2019s situation still so unique?<\/span>Yeah. I don\u2019t know of anyone else who had such a spectacular flameout. It\u2019s still a mystery to me. I don\u2019t know what happened to him.<\/span><\/span>The players and coaches and fans I talked to about Steve Blass brought up a few other names, but then they quickly realized that the cases were not really the same. Some of them mentioned Rex Barney, a Dodger fastball pitcher of the nineteen-forties, who quit baseball while a still young man because of his uncontrollable wildness; Barney, however, had only one good year, and it is fair to say that he never did <\/i>have his great stuff under control. Dick Radatz, a very tall relief pitcher with the Red Sox a decade ago, had four good years, and then grew increasingly wild and ineffective. (He is said to have once thrown twenty-seven consecutive balls in a spring-training game.) His decline, however, was partially attributable to his failure to stay in shape. Von McDaniel, a younger brother of Lindy McDaniel, arrived suddenly as a pitcher with the Cardinals, and disappeared just as quickly, but two years\u2019 pitching hardly qualifies as a record. There have been hundreds of shiningly promising rookie pitchers and sluggers who, for one reason or another, could not do their thing once they got up to the big time. Blass\u2019s story is different. It should also be understood that his was not at all the somewhat commonplace experience of an established and well-paid major-league star who suffers through one or two mediocre seasons. Tom Seaver went through such a slump last summer. But Seaver\u2019s problems were only relatively serious (his record for 1974 was 11-11), and were at least partly explicable (he had a sore hip), and he has now returned to form. Blass, once his difficulties commenced, was helpless. Finally, of course, one must accept the possibility that a great many players may have suffered exactly the same sort of falling off as Blass for exactly the same reasons (whatever they may be) but were able to solve the problem and continue their athletic careers. Sudden and terrible batting and pitching slumps are mysterious while they last; the moment they end, they tend to be forgotten.

What happened to Steve Blass? <\/b>Nobody knows, but some speculation is permissible\u2014indeed, is perhaps demanded of anyone who is even faintly aware of the qualities of Steve Blass and the depths of his suffering. Professional sports have a powerful hold on us because they display and glorify remarkable physical capacities, and because the artificial demands of games played for very high rewards produce vivid responses. But sometimes, of course, what is happening on the field seems to speak to something deeper within us; we stop cheering and look on in uneasy silence, for the man out there is no longer just another great athlete, an idealized hero, but only a man\u2014only ourself. We are no longer at a game. The enormous alterations of professional sport in the past three decades, and especially the prodigious inflation of franchises and salaries, have made it evident even to the most thoughtless fan that the play he has come to see is serious indeed, and that the heart of the game is not physical but financial. Sport is no longer a release from the harsh everyday American business world but its continuation and apotheosis. <\/a>This sentence has only become more true since you wrote it.<\/span>I got a chance to say \u2018apotheosis\u2019 in print!<\/span>Has that changed the way you feel about the game?<\/span>Well, the way I think about the game has changed a lot. It\u2019s become so enormous. Everything is inflated. There are huge<\/i> amounts of money involved now and all the ballparks have been rebuilt and turned into these areas of entertainment centers where there are lots of chances to dine and spend a lot of money. There\u2019s distraction from the game, there\u2019s lightage, there\u2019s enormous sound all the time. Sure, it\u2019s changed a lot. It\u2019s harder to pay attention to the game itself.<\/span>But do you love it any less?<\/span>I don\u2019t know. It\u2019s hard to say, because I\u2019m older now and it\u2019s harder for me to pay attention to anything like I used to. I don\u2019t mind the noise. I don\u2019t mind the lightage. I kind of enjoy it. And the best parts of the game are still there, if you look for them.<\/span><\/span>Those of us (fans and players alike) who return to the ballpark in the belief that the game and the rules are unchanged\u2014merely a continuation of what we have known and loved in the past\u2014are deluding ourselves, perhaps foolishly, perhaps tragically.

Blass once told me that there were \u201cat least seventeen\u201d theories about the reason for his failure. A few of them are bromides: He was too nice a guy. He became smug and was no longer hungry. He lost the will to win. His pitching motion, so jittery and unclassical, at last let him down for good. His eyesight went bad. (Blass is myopic, and wears glasses while watching television and driving. He has never worn glasses when pitching, which meant that Pirate catchers had to flash him signals with hand gestures rather than with finger waggles; however, he saw well enough to win when he was winning, and his vision has not altered in recent years.) The other, more serious theories are sometimes presented alone, sometimes in conjunction with others. Answers here become more gingerly. <\/a>It\u2019s structurally interesting that you take what could easily be a sidebar \u2014 \u201cWhy Blass Got The Yips: A Few Theories\u201d \u2014 and write it into the body of the story. It\u2019s almost a respite from the narrative. Why did you do this?<\/span>I\u2019m telling the reader what is in my mind, and the minds of other people around me. Maybe it\u2019s this, maybe it\u2019s that. I heard all these things from different people. The reader is now an expert on Steve Blass \u2014 he\u2019s spent all this time with him, reading \u2014 and he\u2019s being let in on some things that might <\/i>be the case.<\/span><\/span>

He was afraid of injury\u2014afraid of being struck by a line drive.<\/i>

Blass was injured three times while on the mound. He cracked a thumb while fielding a grounder in 1966. He was struck on the right forearm by a ball hit by Joe Torre in 1970, and spent a month on the disabled list. While trying for his twentieth victory in his last start in 1972, he was hit on the point of the elbow of his pitching arm by a line drive struck by the Mets\u2019 John Milner; he had to leave the game, but a few days later he pitched that first playoff game for the Pirates and won it handily. (Blass\u2019s brother-in-law, John Lamb, suffered a fractured skull when hit by a line drive in spring training in 1971, and it was more than a year before he recovered, but Blass\u2019s real pitching triumphs all came after that.)

He was afraid of injuring someone\u2014hitting a batter with a fastball<\/i>.

Blass did hit a number of players in his career, of course, but he never caused anyone to go on the disabled list or, for that matter, to miss even one day\u2019s work. He told me he did not enjoy brushing back hitters but had done so when it was obviously called for. During his decline, he was plainly unable to throw the fastball effectively to batters\u2014especially to Pirate batters in practice. He says he hated the idea of hitting and possibly sidelining one of his teammates, but he is convinced that this anxiety was the result of his control problems rather than the cause. <\/a>Historical precedent works against this theory, too. Carl Mays had the best years<\/a> of his career after he famously beaned \u2014 and killed \u2014 Ray Chapman.<\/span>The worst has happened.<\/span><\/span>

He was seriously affected by the death of Roberto Clemente<\/i>.

There is no doubt but that the sudden taking away of their most famous and vivid star affected all the Pirates, including Steve Blass. He and Clemente had not been particularly close, but Blass was among the members of the team who flew at once to Puerto Rico for the funeral services, where Blass delivered a eulogy in behalf of the club. The departure of a superstar leaves an almost visible empty place on a successful team, and the leaders next in line\u2014who in this case would certainly include Steve Blass\u2014feel the inescapable burden of trying to fill the gap. A Clemente, however, can never be replaced. Blass never pitched well in the majors after Clemente\u2019s death. This argument is a difficult one, and is probably impossible to resolve. There are Oedipal elements here, of course, that are attractive to those who incline in such a direction.

He fell into a slump, which led to an irreparable loss of confidence<\/i>.

This is circular, and perhaps more a description of symptoms than of the disability itself. However, it is a fact that a professional athlete\u2014and most especially a ball player\u2014faces a much more difficult task in attempting to regain lost form than an ailing businessman, say, or even a troubled artist; no matter how painful his case has been, the good will of his associates or the vagaries of critical judgment matter not at all when he tries to return. All that matters is his performance, which will be measured, with utter coldness, by the stats. This is one reason that athletes are paid so well, and one reason that fear of failure\u2014the unspeakable \u201cchoking\u201d\u2014is their deepest and most private anxiety. Steve Blass passed over my questions about whether he had ever felt this kind of fear when on the mound. <\/b>\u201cI don\u2019t think pitchers, by their nature, allow themselves to think that way,\u201d he said. \u201cTo be successful, you turn that kind of thought away.\u201d On the other hand, he often said that two or three successive well-pitched games probably would have been all he needed to dissipate the severe tension that affected his performances once things began to go badly for him. They never came.

The remaining pieces of evidence (if, indeed, they have any part in the mystery) have been recounted here. Blass is a modest man, both in temperament and in background, and his success and fame were quite sudden and, to some degree, unexpected. His salary at the beginning of 1971\u2014the year of his two great Series wins\u2014was forty thousand dollars; two years later, it was ninety thousand, and there were World Series and playoff checks on top of that. Blass was never thought of as one of the great pitchers of his time, but in the late sixties and early seventies he was probably the most consistent starter on the Pirate staff; it was, in fact, a staff without stars.

On many other teams, he would have been no more than the second- or third-best starter, and his responsibilities, real and imagined, would have been less acute.

I took some of these hard questions to Blass\u2019s colleagues. Danny Murtaugh and Bill Virdon (who is now the Yankees\u2019 pilot) both expressed their admiration for Blass but said they had no idea what had happened to him. They seemed a bit brusque about it, but then I realized, of course, that ballplayers are forever disappearing from big-league dugouts; the manager\u2019s concern is with those who remain\u2014with today\u2019s lineup. \u201cI don\u2019t know the answer,\u201d Bill Virdon told me in the Yankee clubhouse. \u201cIf I did, I\u2019d go get Steve to pitch for me. He sure won a lot of big games for us on the Pirates.\u201d

Joe Brown said, \u201cI\u2019ve tried to keep my distance and not to guess too much about what happened. I\u2019m not a student of pitching and I\u2019m not a psychologist. You can tell a man what to do, but you can\u2019t make <\/i>him do it. Steve is an outstanding man, and you hate to quit on him. In this business, you bet on character. Big-league baseball isn\u2019t easy, yet you can stand it when things are going your way. But Steve Blass never had a good day in baseball after this thing hit him.\u201d

Blass\u2019s best friends in baseball are Tony Bartirome, Dave Giusti, and Nelson King (who, along with Bob Prince, is part of the highly regarded radio-and-television team that covers the Pirates games.)

Tony Bartirome (He is forty-three years old, dark-haired, extremely neat in appearance. He was an infielder before he became a trainer, and played one season in the majors\u2014with the Pirates, in 1952<\/i>): <\/a>Where did these italicized parenthetical descriptors come from? What do the italics mean to suggest?<\/span>Well, this is like descriptions of a character in a play script or a movie script. It\u2019s just quickly saying who they are. I\u2019m suddenly introducing these people that we don\u2019t know and they\u2019re smart friends. They\u2019re terrific! My God! These fabulously smart guys have really critical things to say about Steve Blass because they love him. We want to know a little bit about them. What does he look like? Who is he? I think it\u2019s fine. It\u2019s shorthand. The reader ought to feel grateful. It\u2019s dramatic. It makes this dramatic.<\/span><\/span>

\u201cSteve is unique physically. He has the arm of a twenty-year-old. Not only did he never have a sore arm but he never had any of the stiffness and pain that most pitchers feel on the day after a game. He was always the same, day after day. You know, it\u2019s very important for a trainer to know the state of mind and the feelings of his players. What a player is thinking <\/i>about is eighty per cent of it. The really strange thing is that after this trouble started, Steve never showed any feelings about his pitching. In the old days, he used to get mad at himself after a bad showing, and sometimes he threw things around in the clubhouse. But after this began, when he was taken out of a game he only gave the impression that he was happy to be out of there\u2014relieved that he no longer had to face it that day. Somehow, he didn\u2019t show any emotion at all<\/i>. Maybe it was like his never having a sore arm. He never talked in any detail about his different treatments\u2014the psychiatry and all. I think he felt he didn\u2019t need any of that\u2014that at any moment he\u2019d be back where he was, the Blass of old, and that it was all up to him to make that happen.\u201d

Dave Giusti (He is one of the great relief pitchers in baseball. He earned a B.A. and an M.A. in physical education at Syracuse. He is thirty-five\u2014dark hair, a mustache, and piercing brown eyes<\/i>): \u201cSteve has the perfect build for a pitcher\u2014lean and strong. He is remarkably open to all kinds of people, but I think he has closed his mind to his inner self. There are central areas you can\u2019t infringe on with him. There is no doubt that during the past two years he didn\u2019t react to a bad performance the way he used to, and you have to wonder why he couldn\u2019t apply his competitiveness to his problem. Karen used to bawl out me and Tony for not being tougher on him, for not doing more. Maybe I should have come right out and said he seemed to have lost his will to fight, but it\u2019s hard to shock somebody, to keep bearing in on him. You\u2019re afraid to lose a friend, and you want to go easy on him because he is your friend.

\u201cLast year, I went through something like Steve\u2019s crisis. The first half of the season, I was atrocious, and I lost all my confidence, especially in my fastball. The fastball is my best pitch, but I\u2019d get right to the top of my delivery and then something would take over, and I\u2019d know even before I released the ball that it wasn\u2019t going to be in the strike zone. I began worrying about making big money and not performing. I worried about not contributing to the team. I worried about being traded. I thought it might be the end for me. I didn\u2019t know how to solve my problem, but I knew I had <\/i>to solve it. In the end, it was talking to people that did it. I talked to everybody, but mostly to Joe Brown and Danny and my wife. Then, at some point, I turned the corner. But it was talking that did it, and my point is that Steve can\u2019t talk to people that way. Or won\u2019t.

\u201cListen, it\u2019s tough out there. It\u2019s hard. Once you start maintaining a plateau, you\u2019ve got to be absolutely sure what your goals are.\u201d <\/a>As the story progresses, you increasingly give the characters the space to just talk<\/i>. It makes them come alive. What prompted you to do this?<\/span>For just that reason. I mean, the reader has gone through a lot. He\u2019s learned a lot, and he hasn\u2019t come to the answer. He hasn\u2019t come to a solution. And then you bring in his friends, who don\u2019t have the solution, either. So let them talk. We\u2019re now going to talk together about this central mystery, which doesn\u2019t get answered in the piece. They\u2019re down to guesses. And then I take them back to Blass and he dismisses them:\u00a0So that\u2019s pretty heavy. I have a tendency not to go into things much in depth. I\u2019m a surface reactor. I think that\u2019s one of the things that\u2019s helped me in baseball<\/em>.<\/span>Is this still the case? Do you\u00a0try to let your characters talk?<\/span>Sure, if they\u2019re helpful to the piece. Of course! I\u2019m dying for the quotes. This is why the Gay Talese thing seemed so amazing to me. Here are quotes that are really <\/i>helpful. <\/i>These are his best friends saying they don\u2019t know, each one in a different way. And they really love him. If I wrote and said that, it wouldn\u2019t mean anything. These guys are saying it in quotes. Fabulous. I mean, good luck. Thank you. I\u2019m so<\/i> lucky, so lucky that this guy has such great friends.<\/span><\/span>

Nellie King (A former pitcher with the Pirates. He is friendly and informal, with an attractive smile. He is very tall\u2014six-six. Forty-seven years old<\/i>): \u201cRight after that terrible game in Atlanta, Steve told me that it had felt as if the whole world was pressing down on him while he was out there. But then he suddenly shut up about it, and he never talked that way again. He covered it all up. I think there are things weighing on him, and I think he may be so angry inside that he\u2019s afraid to throw the ball. He\u2019s afraid he might kill somebody. It\u2019s only nickel psychology, but I think there\u2019s a lost kid in Steve. I remember that after the \u201971 Series he said, \u2018I didn\u2019t think I was as good as this.\u2019 He seemed truly surprised at what he\u2019d done. The child in him is a great thing\u2014we\u2019ve all loved it\u2014and maybe he was suddenly afraid he was losing it. It was being forced out of him.

\u201cBeing good up here is so <\/i>tough\u2014people have no idea. It gets much worse when you have to repeat it: \u2018We know you\u2019re great. Now go and do that again for me.\u2019 So much money and so many people depend on you. Pretty soon you\u2019re trying so hard that you can\u2019t function.\u201d

I ventured to repeat Nellie King\u2019s guesses about the mystery to Steve Blass and asked him what he thought.

\u201cThat\u2019s pretty heavy,\u201d he said after a moment. \u201cI guess I don\u2019t have a tendency to go into things in much depth. I\u2019m a surface reactor. I tend to take things not too seriously. I really think that\u2019s one of the things that\u2019s helped <\/i>me in baseball.\u201d

A smile suddenly burst from him.

\u201cThere\u2019s one possibility nobody has brought up,\u201d he said. \u201cI don\u2019t think anybody\u2019s ever said that maybe I just lost my control. Maybe your control is something that can just go. It\u2019s no big thing, but suddenly it\u2019s gone.\u201d He paused, and then he laughed in a self-deprecating way. \u201cMaybe that\u2019s what I\u2019d like to believe,\u201d he said.

***<\/p>
On my last morning with Steve Blass, we sat in his family room and played an imaginary ballgame together\u2014half an inning of baseball. <\/a>Had you intended to do this from the outset? Where did you get the idea?<\/span>This is my idea. It was the best idea I ever had as a reporter. It really <\/i>was a good idea. I mean, this is a guy who can\u2019t pitch anymore, and we\u2019ve spent the whole piece watching him lose his stuff. And he cannot do it; he cannot pitch. He\u2019s out of the major leagues. And I bring him back. And he\u2019s going to pitch, and he\u2019s going to have perfect control. And for a half hour we sit and pitch this imaginary game. I thought, Good for you, Roger. <\/i>This is the end of the piece, obviously. I got an ending. It also lightens the whole thing for the reader.\u00a0How do you pitch to the Reds?<\/span><\/span>It had occurred to me that in spite of his enforced and now permanent exile from the game, he still possessed a rare body of precise and hard-won pitching information. He still knew most of the hitters in his league, and, probably as well as any other pitcher around, he knew what to pitch to them in a given situation. I had always wanted to hear a pitcher say exactly what he would throw next and why, and now I invited Blass to throw against the Cincinnati Reds, the toughest lineup of hitters anywhere. I would call the balls and strikes and hits. I promised he would have no control problems. <\/a>In this story, we are witness to baseball from so many different angles and of so many different stripes: we see a photo of a game; we see a Little League game; we watch a game from the manager\u2019s box; we see Blass throw an imaginary game in the bullpen; and \u2014 finally \u2014 we see this, in Blass\u2019s family room. I\u2019m not sure what to say about this except that it\u2019s poignant and brilliant.<\/span>Well, it is the best way to end it, it seems to me. It lightens up a gloomy piece. And he still seems very young, which is a big thing to remember about ballplayers. They\u2019re young. They have to do all the serious parts of their lives while they\u2019re still in their 20s. That\u2019s why it\u2019s so hard for them to give it up later, because they don\u2019t have anything else coming along as interesting as this.<\/span>Yeah.<\/span>He was very grateful for the idea, too. We knew we wouldn\u2019t see each other again. We\u2019re sitting there, side by side, he\u2019s smoking a cigar, and we\u2019re in the middle of a ballgame at 10 o\u2019clock in the morning in his family room.<\/span>Did you ever see him again?<\/span>I\u2019ve been to Pittsburgh a couple of times and said hello.<\/span><\/span>

He agreed at once. He poured himself another cup of coffee and lit up a Garcia y Vega. He was wearing slacks and a T-shirt and an old sweater (he had a golfing date later that day), and he looked very young.

\u201cO.K.,\u201d he said. \u201cPete Rose is leading off\u2014right? First of all, I\u2019m going to try to keep him off base if I can, because they have so many tough hitters coming up. They can bury you before you even get started. I\u2019m going to try to throw strikes and not get too fine. I\u2019ll start him off with a slider away. He has a tendency to go up the middle, and I\u2019ll try to keep it a bit away.\u201d

Rose, I decided, didn\u2019t offer. It was ball one.

\u201cNow I\u2019ll throw him a sinking fastball, and still try to work him out that way. The sinking fastball tends to tail off just a little.\u201d

Rose fouled it into the dirt.

\u201cWell, now we come back with another slider, and I\u2019ll try to throw it inside. That\u2019s just to set up another slider outside<\/i>.\u201d

Rose fouled that one as well.

\u201cWe\u2019re ahead one and two now\u2014right?\u201d Blass said. \u201cWell, this early in the game I wouldn\u2019t try to throw him that slow curve\u2014that big slop off-speed pitch. I\u2019d like to work on that a couple of times first, because it\u2019s early and he swings so well. So as long as I\u2019m ahead of him, I\u2019ll keep on throwing him sliders\u2014keep going that way.\u201d

Rose took another ball, and then grounded out on a medium-speed curveball.

Joe Morgan stood in, and Blass puffed on his cigar and looked at the ceiling.

\u201cJoe Morgan is strictly a fastball hitter, so I want to throw him a bad <\/i>fastball to start him off,\u201d he said. \u201cI\u2019ll throw it in the dirt to show it to him\u2014get him geared to that kind of speed. Now, after ball one, I\u2019ll give him a medium-to-slow curveball and try to get it over the plate\u2014just throw it for a strike.\u201d

Morgan took: one and one.

\u201cNow I throw him a real <\/i>slow curveball\u2014a regular rainbow. I\u2019ve had good luck against him with that sort of stuff.\u201d

And so it went. Morgan, I decided, eventually singled to right on a curve in on the handle\u2014a lucky hit\u2014but then Blass retired his next Cincinnati hitter, Dan Driessen, who popped out on a slider. Blass laid off slow pitches here, so Sanguillen would have a chance to throw out Morgan if he was stealing.

Johnny Bench stood in, with two out.

\u201cMorgan won\u2019t be stealing, probably,\u201d Blass said. \u201cHe won\u2019t want to take the bat out of Bench\u2019s hands.\u201d He released another cloud of cigar smoke, thinking hard. \u201cWell, I\u2019ll start him out with a good, tough fastball outside. I\u2019ve got to work very carefully to him, because when he\u2019s hot he\u2019s capable of hitting it out anytime.\u201d

Ball one.

\u201cWell, the slider\u2019s only been fair today. \u2026 I\u2019ll give him a slider, but away\u2014off the outside.\u201d

Swinging strike. Blass threw another slider, and Bench hit a line single to left, moving Morgan to second. Tony Perez was the next batter.

\u201cPerez is not a good high, hard fastball hitter,\u201d Blass said. \u201cI\u2019ll begin him with that pitch, because I don\u2019t want to get into any more trouble with the slider and have him dunk one in. A letter-high fastball, with good mustard on it.\u201d

Perez took a strike.

\u201cNow I\u2019ll do it again, until I miss\u2014bust him up and in. He has a tendency to go after that kind of pitch. He\u2019s an exceptional offspeed hitter, and will give himself up with men on base\u2014give up a little power to get that run in.\u201d

Perez took, for a ball, and then Blass threw him an intentional ball\u2014a very bad slider inside. Perez had shortened up on the bat a little, but he took the pitch. He then fouled off a fastball, and Blass threw him another good fastball, high and inside, and Perez struck out, swinging, to end the inning.

\u201cPretty good inning,\u201d I said. \u201cWay to go.\u201d We both laughed.

\u201cYes, you know that exact <\/i>sequence has happened to Perez many times,\u201d Blass said. \u201cHe shortens up and then chases the pitch up here.\u201d

He was animated. \u201cYou know, I can almost see <\/i>that fastball to Perez, and I can see his bat going through it, swinging through the pitch and missing,\u201d he said. \u201cThat\u2019s a good feeling. That\u2019s one of the concepts of Dr. Harrison\u2019s program, you know\u2014visualization. When I was pitching well, I was doing that very thing. You get so locked in, you see yourself doing things before they happen. That\u2019s what people mean when they say you\u2019re in the groove. That\u2019s what happened in the World Series game, when I kept throwing that big slop curveball to Boog Powell, and it really ruined him. I must have thrown it three out of four pitches to him, and I just knew <\/i>it was going to be there. There\u2019s no doubt about it\u2014no information needed. The crowd is there, this is the World Series, and all of a sudden you\u2019re locked into something. It\u2019s like being plugged into a computer. It\u2019s \u2018Gimme the ball, boom<\/i>! Click, click \u2026 shoom<\/i>!\u2019 It\u2019s that good feeling. You\u2019re just flowing easy.\u201d <\/a>You end with the glory days. Why end the piece on such a high note?<\/span>Because it\u2019s been so miserable up till now! It\u2019s an appalling story. A guy is totally helpless for reasons he doesn\u2019t understand.<\/span><\/span>

Elon Green<\/strong><\/a>\u00a0is a Brooklyn-based writer for <\/em>The Awl and a regular contributor to Nieman Storyboard’s Annotation Tuesday! series. For the full archive, go here<\/a>.\u00a0<\/em>\n\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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