Friday, April 10, 2009

Alone with his grief in baseball cathedral

BILL SHAIKIN / ON BASEBALL

Angels open stadium, and hearts, to Adenhart's father.

Bill Shaikin, Los Angeles Times
April 10, 2009

As darkness gave way to dawn, the doctors delivered the awful news: There was nothing more they could do to save his son.

Jim Adenhart found his sanctuary where his son found joy.

The hospital was no place for a grieving father, not in the hour after death, not when there was solace in life, and in baseball. And so the Angels unlocked their stadium, and their clubhouse, for a private sunrise service Thursday morning.

Nick Adenhart had walked through those doors just eight hours before, all smiles. Jim Adenhart walked through those doors, just past 7 a.m., all tears.

Mike Butcher, the Angels' pitching coach, led Jim to his son's locker. Butcher stepped back, leaving a respectful distance.

This would be Jim's first memorial service for his son, all his own.

He saw. He touched. He prayed. He cried.

Ken Higdon, the Angels' clubhouse manager, handed him the jersey his son had worn Wednesday night, when Nick pitched six shutout innings, the finest game of his young life. He was 22.

Perhaps Jim thought about what his son had told him a few days ago. He lives in Maryland, but his son urged him to fly to California for his first start in this new season.

"You better come here, because something special is going to happen," Nick told his father, according to agent Scott Boras.

If the son had not been looking out for the father, then the father would not have been minutes away from the hospital when he got that 3 a.m. call, with the horrible news that his son had been critically injured in a traffic accident.

Jim was not alone in those predawn hours. Butcher was at the hospital. So was Tim Mead, the Angels' vice president of communications. So were Boras and two of his lieutenants, Mike Fiore and Jeff Musselman.

The men accompanied Jim to the stadium and into the clubhouse, then left him alone at his son's locker. Five minutes passed, then 10, then 15.

And then cellphones started ringing, almost all at once. The word had gotten out. The world demanded confirmation, details, reaction.

The Angels arranged a news conference. Jim chose not to attend. General Manager Tony Reagins and Manager Mike Scioscia spoke, not easily but without losing composure.

Boras lost his.

He is the agent fans love to hate, full of lengthy discourses on why his players deserve millions upon millions. He can speak dispassionately, almost robotically.

On this day, he could not suppress his raw emotions. He could barely get through a sentence.

He choked up. He paused, then spoke haltingly. He stopped midway through his first sentence, pulling out a tissue, wiping away his tears.

Boras, an agent for 25 years, said he'd never had a day like this one.

"As you could tell," he said. "This is an industry that is largely youth. We're just not very prepared. It's just shocking to get the phone call."

The Angels, sadly enough, get more than their share of those calls. They're already wearing a memorial patch this season in honor of scouting consultant Preston Gomez, who died this year at 86.

"It seems like, for a while there, something happened to the Angels every year," Cincinnati Reds Manager Dusty Baker said.

Pitcher Donnie Moore committed suicide at 35, three years after giving up the home run that kept the Angels out of the 1986 World Series.

Outfielder Lyman Bostock was murdered at 27. Michelle Carew, daughter of Hall of Famer Rod Carew, died of leukemia at 18. Coach Deron Johnson died of lung cancer at 53.

Pitcher Dick Wantz died of a brain tumor at 25. Three players died in car accidents in the 1970s: infielder Chico Ruiz at 33, infielder Mike Miley at 24, pitcher Bruce Heinbechner at 23.

This is not a curse. That is the stuff of feeble minds. This is a tragedy, not the loss of a baseball player but the loss of a son, the greatest tragedy that can befall any parent.

Jim Adenhart did speak Thursday, not to the media but in a closed-door team meeting. He made a second trip to the clubhouse, eight hours after his first, to thank the players and coaches who had befriended his son.

After a few minutes, Mead escorted him onto the field, where the flags had been lowered to half-staff.

This was the middle of the afternoon, when the players normally would be stretching, playing catch, taking batting practice.

There was no game on this day; the Angels were to have played the Oakland A's, but it was postponed.

There was no one else on the field.

Jim Adenhart, wearing a red Angels pullover, walked slowly to the pitcher's mound. He lingered for a few minutes. He crouched, appearing to cry.

He stood up and looked to the heavens. He fixed his gaze there for a few moments. He bid farewell to his son, from the very place that made him so happy.

bill.shaikin@latimes.com

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

A League of Their Own - In Israel

A League of Their Own
By Judy Labensohn
From Hadassah Magazine
April 2003 Vol. 84 No.8

When Americans settle in Israel they bring not only their material belongings, they also import their love of baseball.

"You gotta know how many outs and who’s on base. You never leave the base on a pop-up. Tag ’em low.”
Coach Ira Hauser is reeling off baseball rules to the 10- to 12-year-olds on the Jerusalem-Efrat All-Star team. The soccer-football field they are practicing on triples as a baseball field. Unfortunately, it is adjacent to the police orchestra headquarters and the trumpet section has just begun practicing, so concentrating on baseball is a challenge.

“Outfield’s gotta help the infield; infield’s gotta help the outfield. The third-base coach will tell you when to steal home. Remember our sign: two consecutive scratches on my belly.” And, Hauser adds after 50 minutes of rules, “If anyone kvetches, you can welcome yourself to the bench.” He assigns the boys their positions for the 5 P.M. practice, which lasts almost two hours. (The boys from Efrat have to return home in their bulletproof vehicle before dark.)

That was the scene last June at one Israeli Juvenile League practice game. Youth baseball in Israel resembles its American Little League cousin, but differs in language (a pitcher is a magish; a strike, though, is a strike); scheduling (there are no games on Shabbat); and infrastructure (the fields, except for three, Gezer, Yarkon Sports Complex and Sportek in Tel Aviv, are rocky, rolling and brown). But America’s export—its best, some claim—gets more than 1,000 Anglo-Israeli kids all over the country off their butts and onto the field. They play in regional leagues divided into four divisions: minors (8-10), juveniles (10-12), cadets (13-15) and seniors (16 plus).

In fact, talking to Bruce Maddy-Weitzman, a senior research fellow at the Moshe Dayan Center for Middle Eastern and African Studies at Tel Aviv University, one might think baseball is the quintessential Jewish game, based on the prophetic call for humility.

“Baseball is a humbling sport because most of the time you make outs—you learn quickly what failure is,” claims Maddy-Weitzman, who wants to raise half a million dollars for a flat, green field of dreams in hilly Jerusalem. “It is also a highly intellectual sport,” says the Ra’anana coach and member of the Israel Association of Baseball board of directors. “All that dead time on the field is really full of looking at options and thinking what your next move will be.” Maddy-Weitzman, who claims he was a mediocre Little League player in his native Syracuse, New York, returned to the sport in Israel in 1995 when his 8-year-old son’s team needed a coach. He got hooked, participated in baseball clinics with coaches from the United States and former major league players who came to Israel to promote the game. “I came to appreciate the game’s nuances,” he says, “how to teach a runner to take the first step, how to teach hitting, throwing, catching and fielding. It’s a science. A whole new world opened up for me.” He celebrated his fiftieth birthday in January at the Yankee Fantasy Camp in Tampa, Florida. For six days he was treated like a major league player—whirlpools, massages, personal trainers—and loved it. “It was a class act from beginning to end,” he says.

Another father-cum-coach who sees the biblical values of baseball is Rabbi Howard Markose, 44, father of five and director of education of the Young Judaea Year Course. The former Minnesota Twins fan compares baseball rules to those of Jewish law. “The rules of halakha are the greatest avenue to self-fulfillment because they give you a framework in which to maneuver,” says the Jerusalem cadet-league coordinator. “Kids need to learn discipline. Baseball is a fun way to learn.”

If baseball has so much to offer, why aren’t more Israeli youngsters clamoring to play?

Billy Weisel—Jerusalem coach for eight years, member of the national executive board of the IAB and one-time Chicago White Sox fan from Champaign, Illinois (“A town where 49 percent rooted for the Chicago Cubs and 49 percent rooted for the St. Louis Cardinals,” he says)—has a theory.

“Israelis hate rules,” contends the father of three sons he taught to bat on a dirt field. “There are too many rules. That’s why non-American Israelis don’t go for it.”

Weisel’s son, Yehuda, 11, has been playing for five years and the rules don’t dampen his enjoyment. He is a pitcher in the juvenile division. “It’s just fun,” he says of baseball. “I like it.” Even though he plays soccer and basketball, the young Weisel, taking after his father, “likes baseball the most.”

The lack of appropriate infrastructure is another reason why baseball hasn’t become more popular. (Tennis only became popular after the Center for Tennis in Israel built regulation courts around the country.)

When Shana Mauer, a 33-year-old mother of three sons, volunteered to coach Ariel’s team of minors, she was shocked when a senior coach asked if she had a weapon to take to practice. The field is close to the main Bethlehem-Hebron road and there is no protective wall. “The best I can do is a Nerf gun,” she replied.

“Take it,” the Efrat resident was advised.

The biggest distraction for Mauer’s inexperienced team was in April 2002 during Operation Defensive Shield. An Israel Defense Forces tank battalion had parked next to the ball field.

“The soldiers watched us play, and the kids watched the tanks,” muses Mauer, a coordinator of public relations and grant writing at the Shalom Hartman Institute in Jerusalem. “The kids wanted to play on the armored troop carriers. It was a little daunting.” Nonetheless, she succeeded in bringing her team—which in October didn’t have rudimentary skills—to finish second in June. “I wanted every kid to have at least one hit this year,” she says, voicing a principle held by all Israeli coaches. “Even my most clumsy player got a hit.”

Leo Robbins, a 45-year-old quality-control supervisor with the Ministry of Housing, wants to expand the popular base.

“We need to go into the schools,” he says. “We have to teach Israeli kids the joys of hitting and throwing…. We need a catalyst, like an Israeli player making it into the major leagues, or if we could get a team to go to the Olympics or build fields in five or six places. It could happen.” Robbins was regional director of Jerusalem juvenile baseball for 1997-1998 and coached seven All-Star teams to win five out of the seven championships.

Those who live and breathe baseball, especially during the two-month season that begins after Passover, agree that Israeli society could profit from the game.

“Baseball is a sport [Israelis need because of] the idea of teamwork,” says Markose. “They learn not to blame someone else. They just say, ‘We’ll try harder and do better next time.’” He notes that in soccer and basketball, the popular Israeli team sports, “the best players spend an inordinate amount of time with the ball. The best American players, in contrast, pass the ball off to someone else.”

Another reason Israelis need baseball, says Robbins, who has coached his four children, is because “baseball prepares people mentally for the army. You’re standing around doing nothing and then you’re called on to act quickly, perfectly, and then you wait again. That’s the way the Israeli army works. It’s good mental training. It teaches them the patience of waiting. They think it’s boring because they don’t understand its intricacies. Strategies change almost every pitch. It is a cerebral game. The skills—throwing, catching, hitting and running—are minor. They are the tools, not the focus. The focus is the thinking.”

One man is so convinced that baseball is good for Israeli society that he left a 20-year career in banking in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, and brought his wife and three children to Israel in October 2000 so he could build the first field of dreams in the Middle East. When Jeff Chestnut, 41, chief executive officer of International Sports Properties, says “team,” each letter seems to flash in neon caps.

“Teamwork is what baseball is all about: TEAM,” Chestnut explains. He looks out onto his baby, the Yarkon Sports Complex at the Baptist Village, the only regulation field in Israel. It is complete with night lighting, dugouts, fences, stands, a batting cage, pitching machines, scoreboards, bathrooms and a kiosk that sells hot dogs and hamburgers when there are more than two events going on simultaneously. “TEAM stands for Together Everyone Achieves More.” In a slow, Southern drawl, Chestnut continues to preach. “Sports help you get prepared for life. It teaches you integrity and morals. It builds character. It’s not about the score. It’s about PEOPLE.” This is another Chestnut word in neon caps: “People Encouraging Other People (to) Live Exemplarily.”

The Baptist Village, located between a national park and a strip mall on the outskirts of Petah Tikva, invited Chestnut to develop softball and baseball fields at the Christian retreat center. Today, Chestnut’s business is independent of the village. By 2011, he wants to see the national baseball teams of Russia, Poland and Slovakia come to Israel for their winter practice.

Howie Litz, computer analyst from Kfar Saba and internationally certified umpire, has only praise for Chestnut’s initiative. “Until this year the kids here grew up with Little League baseball, and then they had to go to softball, because they didn’t have anywhere to play,” he says. “Now, with this facility, the seniors can play baseball…. A combination of improving facilities and raising the level of umpiring will further baseball in Israel.” Softball is played on a smaller diamond with a larger ball that is pitched underhand.

Chestnut coaches the Anglican International School’s minor league team; he enjoys that there are children from all over the world on the team, including Jews and Arabs. “I’ve seen it work,” he says. “Sports brings people together.”

The desire to bring people together motivated the Peres Center for Peace, in conjunction with the IAB and Yarkon Sports Complex, to sponsor the first Baseball Peace Clinic at Tel Aviv’s Sportek field on June 19, 2002. Forty Muslim and Christian sixth graders from the Achva School in Jaffa, learned how to play ball with 40 Jewish sixth graders from the Nature, Society and Environment School in Tel Aviv. The Peres Center chose baseball for the multicultural intersection because neither the boys nor the girls knew how to play, and they could learn together as equals.

IAB provided coaches to teach the basic rules to the children in small groups. (“The idea is to hit the ball hard,” urged Maddy-Weitzman to his batting trainees.) For the first hour, each child got to bat, throw, catch and run around the bases, while parents and teachers chatted in the shade nearby. Right before the kids divided into teams, Daniel Kurtzer, the United States ambassador to Israel, visited the peace clinic. He played catch with some of the children and batted out a few high balls. One of the coaches noted his enthusiasm and called to him. “We got a 16-plus senior team in Tel Aviv. You gonna play for us?” Kurtzer, a Yankees fan, smiled, said he’d consider it, and admitted, “This is the most important thing I’m doing today.”

Ron Pundak, director general of the Peres Center, who was pitching to Kurtzer on the field, hopes the peace clinic project will be repeated with other groups. The center would like to develop a mixed Jewish-Arab team.

“This is a small island of sanity,” said sixth-grade teacher Zahava Yariah, describing the event that took place between two suicide bombings in Jerusalem. “The kids want a different kind of experience. They want peace and quiet. Perhaps a larger island will grow from this small island.”

Can playing baseball break down barriers? On Israel’s baseball teams, secular kids play with ultra-Orthodox, rich with poor, Christians with Jews and city kids with kibbutz children. Whether the baseball diamond can serve as the arena in which the conflicting sides in the Middle East struggle forge partnerships remains to be seen. But judging from the spirit and enthusiasm of those already involved, the idea of seeking peace on the diamond is certainly what an Israeli umpire would call a kadur hai, a live ball.

Have Bat, Will Travel
In July 2001, the first year 14- to 16-year-olds were to be included in the youth baseball Maccabiah games in Israel, the competition stayed home due to the intifada. At the last minute, the Israel Association of Baseball arranged for 20 players to participate in the Jewish Community Center Maccabiah Games in Philadelphia.

“We didn’t win any games,” says Bruce Maddy-Weitzman, the team’s coach, “but we were a big hit.”

Last August, Israel sent 14 kids to compete in Omaha, Nebraska, though they didn’t win there, either. Israeli players have represented Israel in tournaments in Poland, Cyprus, the Czech Republic, Italy, Switzerland, Holland, Germany and Great Britain.

“There are more opportunities here than in America for kids,” says Maddy-Weitzman. “The first contact between Israel and Saudi Arabia was on a baseball field in a European Little League tournament. A month before the peace treaty with Jordan, the Israeli National Baseball Team played an exhibition game with the Jordanian National Team. How many Jewish kids in America get to go abroad to play baseball?” —J.L.

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

"Talkin' Baseball" doesn't make the cut. Top 10 Baseball Songs

Magazine ranks the top baseball songs of all time, but Terry Cashman's tune is not among the top 10.

By Mike Penner, Los Angeles Times
mike.penner@latimes.com
April 7, 2009

Just in time for opening day, PasteMagazine.com offered its "10 Best Baseball Songs (That Aren't John Fogerty's 'Centerfield')."

And the winners are:
[No. 1] "The Ballad of Russell Perry" by Vigilantes of Love. Said the magazine: "Bill Mallonees' heartfelt tale of a wily, navel-gazing Tennessee fastballer."

[No. 2] "Baseball Dreams" by the Naturals with Mel Allen. "The Run-DMC of baseball music," the magazine said.

[No. 3] "Catfish" by Bob Dylan: "His Bob-ness waxes country-blues poetic on A's pitcher Jim 'Catfish' Hunter." Then,

[No. 4] "Did You See Jackie Robinson Hit That Ball?" by Natalie Cole: "An ode to the man who broke Major League Baseball's color barrier." Followed by,

[No. 5] "A Dying Cub Fan's Last Request" by Steve Goodman: "The most perfect, heartbreaking baseball song ever written."

No. 6: "(Love Is Like a) Baseball Game" by the Intruders: "A curveball from Philly-soul producers Gamble & Huff."

No. 7: "Pete Rose Affinity" by Summer Hymns: "A classic tale of childhood autograph-seeking gone awry."

No. 8: "Say Hey (the Willie Mays Song)" by the Treniers: "Mays actually sings backup on this big-band romp, while Quincy Jones conducts."

No. 9: "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" by the Hold Steady: "No one rocks this 7th-inning-stretch tradition like Craig Finn and Co."

No. 10: "Tessie" by Dropkick Murphys: "A punked-out shout-out to Boston's famed Royal Rooters."

From PasteMagazine.com
HONORABLE MENTIONS:

“Baseball” - Sam Baker

“Baseball Boogie” - Mabel Scott

“Cubs in 5” - Mountain Goats

“The D-O-D-G-E-R-S Song (Oh, Really? No, O’Malley)” - Danny Kaye

“The Fenway” - Jonathan Richman and the Modern Lovers

“Glory Days” - Bruce Springsteen

“I Love Mickey” - Mickey Mantle & Teresa Brewer

“If You Can’t Make a Hit at the Ballgame, You Can’t Make a Hit with Me” - The National Pastime Orchestra

“Joltin’ Joe Dimaggio” - Les Brown and His Orchestra

“Life is a Ballgame” - Sister Winona Carr

“Move Over Babe (Here Comes Henry)” - Bill Slayback

“Piazza, New York Catcher” - Belle & Sebastian

Many of the super-awesome songs highlighted here can be found on the equally super-awesome 1989 Rhino Records compilation Baseball’s Greatest Hits. Highly recommended for aficionados, this baby goes yard with ducks on the pond.

Sunday, April 05, 2009

Telethon Helped Save Dodger Stadium Plan

The Dodgers staged a live, five-hour Dodgerthon on June 1, 1958,
two days before the election, explaining their side of the
“Proposition B” debate on KTTV Channel 11.
Courtesy of University of Southern California, on behalf of
the USC Specialized Libraries and Archival Collections

by Kitty Felde
From August 05, 2008
89.3 KPCC Website

What was the greatest day in the Dodgers' 50 years in Los Angeles? A fan today might think it was last Thursday, when the team grabbed slugger Manny Ramirez. Most might say the day Kirk Gibson hit his famous home run to win the first game of the 1988 World Series. But how about June 3, 1958? That's the day L.A. voters let Walter O'Malley do what he'd come west to do - build his team the greatest baseball stadium ever. KPCC Special Correspondent Kitty Felde says it's the next chapter in the story of how the Dodgers came to Los Angeles.

Kitty Felde: Fifty years ago, more than 60 percent of the voters in Los Angeles showed up at the polls for the June primary. You can explain that staggering turnout in a single letter – B.

Proposition B was the land swap deal between the city of L.A. and Dodger owner Walter O'Malley. Opponents called it a giveaway, and gathered enough signatures to put it before the taxpaying voters. The late L.A. county supervisor Kenneth Hahn said the battle lines were drawn almost immediately.

Kenneth Hahn:
You're either for O'Malley or against him. You know, you're either for taxes or against them. You're either for smog or against it. It was a really hot political thing.
Felde:
It was black and white then.
Hahn: Oh, yes
.

Felde:
In black and white, here's the deal: the city would hand over Chavez Ravine so O'Malley could build a 50,000 seat stadium. O'Malley would also build and maintain a public recreational area in Elysian Park for 20 years.

And he'd give the city the Wrigley Field ballpark property in South L.A. It was a win-win: a stadium on vacant Chavez Ravine land would produce tax revenue for the city, and profits for O'Malley. But the opposition said the deal would benefit only the Dodgers.

From that came Proposition B. Most of the campaigning was at the grassroots level: speeches at chamber of commerce or homeowners meetings. The Dodgers sent representatives. Politicians on both sides fanned out all over the city.

Roz Wyman:
But the greatest one of all: my little old mother was a spy.

Felde:
Former L.A. city councilwoman Roz Wyman was the city's point person for the Yes on B campaign.

Wyman:
And we needed to try to know what was going on in the opposition. And when we would see an opposition's meeting we'd say, "Mom, do you want to go?" And she went. And she would sit at the meetings and listen, and maybe make a comment or whatever. And she was just, she was just the best! (laughs) And she was our big spy for what was going on in the referendum.
Felde:
Walter O'Malley remembered the battle in this 30-year-old interview.

Walter O'Malley:
The campaign was really predicated on misinformation. And even to this day, I meet people and they say, "Well, that was a great gift you got, that land." We bought this land, and on the land which we bought, we changed the elevations of the land, moved 10 million tons of brick and dirt, and built our own stadium, with our own money, without any subsidy, direct or indirect, from Los Angeles.

Felde:
But things looked bad for O'Malley. An Associated Press poll published 10 days before the election showed Proposition B going down to defeat by a slim margin. O'Malley fought back, using a weapon appreciated in a media savvy town like Los Angeles: television. On the Sunday before the election, O'Malley staged a live five-hour "Dodgerthon" on KTTV, channel 11. Guests included Ronald Reagan, Debbie Reynolds, Jack Benny, Dean Martin...

Wyman:
We really thought that it was terribly important to show broad-based support in the community for baseball. And we really had a wide range of people, not just celebrities.

Felde:
Again, Roz Wyman.

Wyman:
We put on a fairly good telethon. And it was helpful to get that final vote.

Felde:
The election on June 3rd, 1958 was just as close as the polls predicted. By a margin of only 25,000 votes out of more than a million cast, Proposition B passed. Chavez Ravine was finally O'Malley's. Next week, the final chapter in our series about how the Dodgers came to Los Angeles.

by Kitty Felde From
August 05, 2008
89.3 KPCC Website
and walteromalley.com

Tense Political Vote Preceded Dodgers' Move West Fifty Years Ago

Chavez Ravine before construction began for Dodger Stadium.
by Kitty Felde
From July 22, 2008
89.3 KPCC Website

It seemed like such a good idea at the time: LA wanted the Dodgers; Brooklyn Dodger owner Walter O'Malley wanted Chavez Ravine for a new stadium; and the city now owned Chavez Ravine, after the plan to build public housing there failed. What could go wrong? KPCC's Special Correspondent Kitty Felde continues her series about how the Dodgers came west 50 years ago.

Kitty Felde: When the voters of Los Angeles said "no" to public housing in Chavez Ravine, the city didn't know what to do with the 300 acres there. Build a park, a zoo, a college campus, maybe a cemetery? But then a sheriff's deputy took Dodger owner Walter O'Malley on a helicopter ride in 1957.

The chopper's doors were off, and the pilot tilted the craft so O'Malley could get a better view. He said he'd never been so scared in his life. But as O'Malley peered down at Chavez Ravine, he saw the possibilities for a ballpark.

Bob Hunter: I remember the first time I came out here with him to Chavez Ravine at the time.

Felde: The late "Herald-Examiner" sportswriter Bob Hunter says it was O'Malley who first introduced him to the area.

Hunter: And he said, "Come on. Let's go out there." And I said, "Well I don't know where it is," which is the truth. We had to get some instructions, how to– I remember a little gas station on Sunset Boulevard, we inquired, and drove down into it.

Felde: O'Malley had worked as an engineer for the city of New York. He envisioned a stadium carved into the ravine's hillsides. He even envisioned, accurately, as it turned out, that eight-million cubic yards of dirt would have to be moved to build that stadium. The L.A. City Council could envision the tax revenue it would get. So the city proposed selling Chavez Ravine to the Dodger owner. Former City Councilwoman Roz Wyman says that's when the fireworks began.

Roz Wyman: This land was, on one breath, the most valuable land in the world. And then in another breath, it was worth nothing.

Felde: Bob Hunter spent nearly a year at City Hall covering the story.

Hunter: And they argued about, not only the oil rights, and then they argued about the air rights, whatever the air rights are, maybe the airplane flying over, I don't know, but they argued about everything.

Felde: The fight culminated in a showdown on October 7th, 1957. The City Council proposed a land swap. O'Malley would get 300 acres of Chavez Ravine in exchange for Wrigley Field, the ballpark at 42nd and Avalon, for the minor league L.A. Angels. O'Malley agreed to spend up to half a million dollars for a recreation area in Elysian Park.

The city agreed to spend two million to prep Chavez Ravine for construction. L.A. County agreed to spend three million for roads. The deal needed 10 votes out the 15 city council members to pass, but those 10 were hard to find. For one thing, O'Malley was being cagey about cutting off all his ties to New York. Again, Roz Wyman.

Wyman: We had never had a definitive thing that said, "I am coming." It was never that clear. And any statement, you can go through anything he ever said, and you won't find it in New York, or our papers, or anywhere.

Felde: The night of the vote, Wyman spoke on the phone to O'Malley.

Wyman: And that last night I said, Walter – I said Mr. O'Malley. I said tell us, I'm going to the floor, we are– it was a night, we had a night session. And I said I'd like to say you're coming. And he said, Mrs. Wyman, I'm grateful for everything you've done. I'm grateful for everything the mayor has done. But I have to tell you, if I could get my deal in New York, I'd rather stay in New York.

I said, "My God! I can't go to the council." And he said, "I think everything's right for me there, in L.A." He said a lot of positive things. So I decided that I never would really tell the council, to tell you the truth, what that conversation was, unless I was asked. But my colleagues never said, "Well, did he say he was absolutely coming?" so I never had to answer it. 'Cause I really felt, if I had to say that, I would not have gotten the 10 votes.

Felde: Wyman got the 10 votes. And on the next day, October 8th, 1957, Dodger executive Red Patterson broke the news to Brooklyn that the team was moving to Los Angeles. But the fight wasn't over for O'Malley yet. There were lawsuits to be settled. A handful of families refused to leave their homes in Chavez Ravine and had to be removed, on television. And the land swap ended up on the ballot for a vote. The late County Supervisor Kenneth Hahn put it this way:

Kenneth Hahn: To be for baseball was at that time, in certain council districts, would be almost be for putting a toxic dump in your backyard.

Felde: Next week, we'll look at L.A.'s mixed emotions about bringing the Dodgers to Chavez Ravine.

by Kitty Felde
From July 22, 2008
89.3 KPCC Website

and walteromalley.com