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Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Waiting 38 years to relive a memory

As a kid I was a Pittsburgh Pirates fan. When the team beat the Baltimore Orioles in the 1971 World Series, I was the happiest kid in my central Illinois neighborhood.
But since nobody else in my part of Illinois followed the Pirates, I didn’t have anybody with which to share that happiness. So on that sunny October day in 1971 in Illinois, with the satisfaction that my team had just captured the world championship, I was reduced to walking through my neighborhood, Pirates baseball cap proudly on my head, hootin’ and hollarin’ to nobody in particular while sporting a big, stupid ear-to-ear grin.
Reflecting back on that special time in my life, my guess is that the neighbors probably wondered what the goofy Morsch kid was up to now.
Flash ahead 38 years later to Saturday night at Otto’s Brauhaus in Horsham, where I found myself sitting across the table from one Jackie Hernandez, who was a guest of the Philadelphia Athletics Historical Society based in Hatboro. I am honored to be a board member of that non-profit organization.
Jackie Hernandez was the shortstop for the 1971 World Champion Pittsburgh Pirates. The Cuban-born, light-hitting anchor of the middle of the Pirates’ defense was a teammate of my favorite players, Hall of Famers Roberto Clemente, Willie Stargell and Bill Mazeroski.
I had the opportunity to ask him about that world championship team and about my boyhood heroes. He was their teammate, he knew what they were like as players and individuals. He was there when the last out was recorded and was celebrating with his teammates at the very same time I was walking down the street in my neighborhood in Illinois, looking for somebody with which to share my own personal celebration.
Jackie Hernandez was had a front-row seat to one of my fondest boyhood memories. And I got to sit at a restaurant in Horsham Saturday night and listen to his version of my story.
How cool is that?

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Saturday, August 15, 2009

Talking with Jim "Kitty" Kaat a doggone pleasure

When I was a kid, my dad used to buy me baseball cards, and oftentimes I would go out to the steps of our front porch and open those treasured cardboard pictures of my heroes, gobble down the sometimes stale bubblegum and eagerly search for the Roberto Clemente, Hank Aaron, Willie Mays or Mickey Mantle cards.

Inevitably, I wouldn’t find as many of the aforementioned stars as I would have liked, but I could always count on finding plenty of cards or players like Jesse Gonder, Ed Brinkman, Gates Brown, Gus Gil, Jerry McNertney or Coco Laboy.
And Jim Kaat.

Kaat was a pitcher for the Minnesota Twins in the 1960s and early 1970s. Despite Minnesota being in relative geographic proximity to my home in Illinois, I was pretty ambivalent about the Twins. I grew up smack dab in the middle of Chicago Cubs and St. Louis Cardinals country, so I was more familiar with those teams. Even then, I didn’t follow them as closely as my pals because I was, it seemed, the only Pittsburgh Pirates fan in Illinois.

Kaat went on to have a pretty distinguished career. He pitched 25 years in the big leagues — spending 1976-1979 with the Phillies — and is the third longest-tenured pitcher in the history of the game behind Nolan Ryan with 27 years and Tommy John with 26 years.

He amassed 283 career wins as a pitcher and holds the record for pitchers by earning 16 consecutive Gold Glove Awards from 1960-1975. Kaat has long been considered in Hall of Fame discussions, but has yet to receive that call.

His nickname is Jim “Kitty” Kaat, mostly because his last name looks like it could be pronounced “cat.” In fact, it is pronounced “cot” but the nickname stuck nonetheless.

After his playing career, Kaat served many years as a television baseball broadcaster for many stations and his work in the broadcast booth earned him seven Emmy Awards for sports casting.
I got a chance to talk to Mr. Kaat last week. Turns out that growing up in Michigan, he was a big fan of Connie Mack’s Philadelphia Athletics. Because of that connection, he has been invited by the Hatboro-based Philadelphia Athletics Historical Society to be its keynote speaker and guest at a society breakfast Oct. 4 at Williamson’s Restaurant in Horsham.

In the interest of full disclosure, I am on the board of directors for the A’s Society and my reason for speaking with Kaat was to write a story for the society’s newsletter. That story will also appear in the Public Spirit, which covers Hatboro and Horsham for Montgomery Newspapers, in an upcoming edition prior to the Oct. 4 event.

Kaat is a gentleman, told some great baseball stories and came across as a genuine fan of the game of baseball. I went home that evening and dug through all my old baseball cards to find Jim Kaat cards, of which I had plenty, just as I remembered.

Sometimes, I can’t believe how lucky I am to do what I do for a living. For a baseball guy like me, talking to a baseball guy like Jim “Kitty” Kaat was just a doggone pleasure.

It took me back to the steps of my front porch some 40 years ago. There I would sit, opening packs of baseball cards that my dad have given me, and pull out a cardboard treasure of Jim Kaat, never dreaming then that the man on the card and I would someday have a chat about a game we both love.

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Name: Mike Morsch
Location: Fort Washington, Pennsylvania

Mike Morsch has been executive editor of Montgomery Newspapers since 2003. His award-winning humor column "Outta Leftfield" has been recognized by the Pennsylvania Newspaper Association, the Suburban Newspapers of America and the Philadelphia Press Association.

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