Walkoff Sunday: Almost louder than bombs

Colton Cowser

Colton Coswer (Orioles) demolishes Kenley Jansen (Tigers) Sunday afternoon in the bottom of the ninth. 

Here, I’d like you to visit the first three departments. Guess what’s unique about the events in question other than that they were part and parcel of a walkoff Sunday.

No Drought About it Dept.—Aaron Judge couldn’t have chosen a better way to end a home run drought if he tried Sunday. After eleven games without hitting one out or driving one in, Judge ended a scoreless game with a two-run blast that also handed his Yankees their first win against their American League East rival Rays this season.

The win also pulled the Yankees to 4.5 games back of the Rays.

Till the Cowser Come Home Dept.—Continuing the apparent Day of the Walkoff, Colton [The Milkman] Cowser–a late-game insertion as his Orioles opened a doubleheader with the Tigers—decided enough struggle was enough, for himself and his club.

A wise decision. He yanked a game-ending three-run bomb into Camden Yards’s center field bleachers. His victim: veteran reliever Kenley Jansen, formerly a bullpen ace with the Dodgers, the Braves, the Red Sox, and the Angels. The bad news was the Tigers getting revenge in the nightcap, 4-1.

“I feel like we’ve been right there a lot of the year. It feels like we’ve been one hit away a lot of times,” Cowser told reporters postgame. “I feel like you’re always just a couple wins away from getting on a roll. I feel like we have the clubhouse to do it. I think everyone has the right mindset in here and just got to keep showing up and getting your work in and playing good, clean baseball.”

From Zero to Quarto Dept.—Bad enough that the Mets lost a series to the Marlins on their own demerit at the plate. Worse had to be the way Heriberto Hernandez rubbed it in in the bottom of the ninth Sunday: after a double, a sacrifice, a walk, and an intentional walk, Hernandez ripped a hanging changeup from Devin Williams over the center field fence.

Until that blow, Williams had spent his previous ten appearances allowing no runs. It left the Mets finishing a road trip 2-5 and shut out for the sixth time this season so far. The Marlins, meanwhile, swept a set for the first time since they swept the Rockies to open the season.

Hernandez’s salami was also the first to end a ball game when the score was 0-0 entering the plate appearance since Justin Maxwell did it in 2013, according to the invaluable Sarah Langs of MLB.com.

INTERMISSION: FIGURE IT OUT, YET?

DRY CYCLE DEPT.—Time’s up. Those three walkoff bombs amounted to three-quarters of hitting for a home run cycle: two-run homer, three-run homer, grand slam. The only thing missing was a walkoff solo blast. The last opportunity for it would be the Angels, hosting the Rangers, and tied at one going to the bottom of the ninth.

Sure, Angels lefthander Reid Detmers set a career high with fourteen strikeouts. It tied him for the fourth-most strikeouts in a game without surrendering a walk, with Dan Haren (2012) and Andrew Heaney (2019), but two behind franchise leader Frank Tanana (17, in 1975).

Only who cared about him? Whom among the Angels, with Mike Trout having struck out to end the eighth, had it in him to walk it off with a solo nuke now?

Vaughn Grissom? Leadoff strikeout. Jorge Soler? Base hit to left. There went that opportunity. So Jo Adell was then hit by a pitch to set up first and second. And Oswald Peraza grounded one to second that looked like a certain extra innings-sending double play . . . until Rangers second baseman Justin Foscue threw off line, enabling pinch-runner (for Soler) Donovan Walton to score the winner.

On the bright side, the Angels finally became the final team in the Show to hang up their twentieth win of the season. It only took them about two months. But the further bright side was the Angels sweeping the Rangers this weekend. It’s their first series sweep all season so far.

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Running of the Bulls Dept.—Decades ago, Casey Stengel hectored his Yankee hitters, “Get your runs now—Father Time is coming!” He meant Hall of Fame legend Satchel Paige, when Paige worked for the Indians and the St. Louis Browns. But these days, those managing against the Dodgers might hector their players, “Get your runs now—the bulls are gonna grab you by the horns!”

With their 5-1 win over the Brewers Sunday, the Dodgers bullpen pushed its scoreless inning streak to 38. The Elias Sports Bureau says it’s the longest in the Show since the 2017 Indians,  and seven-and-two-thirds shy of the Show record set by the 1962 Tigers.

The Dodgers broke a one-all tie in the fifth with Kyle Tucker’s two-run triple and Andy Pages’s two-run homer, and the pen picked up where starter Yoshinobu Yamamoto left off, Yamamoto keeping the Brewers scoreless following a second-inning, run-scoring infield out, before the pen took over for the final two.

Sunday’s win meant the Dodgers taking two of three from the Brewers, the first of the wins an 11-3 Saturday blowout. It also meant the Dodgers going up another half game on the Padres in the National League West, the imperialists!

Some rivalry weekend ups and downs

New York Mets

Jubilant Mets celebrate after Marcus Semien scored the winning run in the 10th on an unexpected Yankee infield collision in Citi Field Sunday.

Don’t look now, but the Mets and the Phillies didn’t exactly finish what was ballyhooed as Rivalry Weekend on the wrong side of the ledgers. We’re not quite ready to pronounce them fully resurrected, but we’re not exactly ready to write them off entirely either. Yet.

I’m not entirely sure who thinks the Braves and the Red Sox are rivals, unless someone with a perverse historical appreciation decided that the Braves having originated in Boston counts the Red Sox as their rival. The Giants and the Athletics, of course, had a regional rivalry upended by the shenanigans leading to the A’s ditching Oakland.

Well, Sacramento is only an hour and a half from San Fran, if you want to be technical. Otherwise . . .

Fancy Running Into You Here Dept.—You may or may not have noticed that the Mets have had some, shall we say, issues this season. We’ll be kind and not review them here. Not while we’re about to notice that, since they ended their notorious twelve-game losing streak, they’ve gone 13-10.

The way they got number thirteen was almost classic. The whom against whom they got it was even more classic, taking their second of three from the Yankees Sunday afternoon. Now, for the whackadoodle part: The Mets didn’t so much walk it off as the Yankees bumped it off for them.

Tyrone Taylor tied it for the Mets with a three-run bomb in the ninth to send the game to extras in the first place. With two on in the tenth, shining Mets rook Carson Benge bounced one up the middle in the tenth . . .

Who did Yankee left fielder Max Schuemann (at the infield’s back in a five-infielder defense) and shortstop Anthony Volpe think they were—the 1962 Mets? They bumped into each other behind the mound going for Benge’s bouncer, enabling Marcus Semien to shuffle home with the winning run.

Maybe that’s one reason why Yankee fans might see that their pets are 14-10 in their last 24 games and still wonder when the earth’s going to give way beneath their feet.

Philly Phlog Dept.—Do you know how the Phillies have done since Rob Thomson’s execution and Don Mattingly’s acceptance of the interim bridge? How does 14-4 strike you?

It probably strikes Phillies fans almost as joyously as the Phillies struck against the Pirates this weekend. They swept the Pirates in Pittsburgh, including mayhem from Bryce Harper, who followed up his jolting Saturday home run off the batter’s eye behind the PNC Park center field fence with another bomb into the bullpen Sunday.

Sunday’s game had more than Harper going for it, of course. Zach Wheeler pitched a gem for seven innings, striking eight out, walking one, and coming away with a 1.99 earned run average since he came off the injured list. And the Phillies slapped Paul Skenes a little silly on the afternoon and the Pirate pen a little silly, winning 6-0 to finish the sweep.

“I thought we just fought him. And that’s what you have to do against guys like him,” said Mattingly postgame about manhandling Skenes. “He’s going to get his outs; he’s going to make pitches. But you’ve got to keep fighting and just keep fouling off, trying to fight just to get something. And I thought we did that kind of up and down the order.”

Kind of. This keeps up and “interim” may not be part of Donnie Baseball’s job title very much longer.

On the other hand, both the Phillies and the Pirates finished Sunday at 24-23. The Pirates are 14-12 at home, 11-10 on the road; the Phillies are 12-11 on the road and dead even at 12 each at home. There’s still a long road to go, but neither team should feel too horrible right at this moment.

Oblique Strategies Dept.—The struggling, injury-battered Astros could use some after their franchise face, Jose Altuve, landed on the injured list with an oblique strain. The veteran second baseman was unable to run after grounding one to third base against the Rangers in the eighth Saturday, and the strain was the net result shown on an MRI.

The former ogres of the American League West look like a clinical waiting room now: fourteen on the IL entering Sunday, though Jake Meyers (CF), Jeremy Pena (SS), and Nate Pearson (RP) were expected to be re-activated come Monday, when the 19-29 Astros open a set with the Twins.

The good news: The Astros have a small drop of momentum to take into that set: they spent Rivalry Weekend taking two of three from the Rangers in Houston, the Rangers deciding Sunday that a sweep just wasn’t in their planning and bopping the Astros, 8-0.

Lucky Thirteen Dept.—By battering the Red Sox, 8-1, on Sunday, the Braves—currently the comfortable owners of the National League East’s lead—won their thirteenth series out of fifteen on the season thus far.

Austin Riley and Mike Yastrzemski homered for the Braves while Grant Holmes pitched six scoreless. Riley’s three-run shot opened for the Braves in the first; Yastrzemski went solo in the fourth; and, the hot ‘Lanta Lads scored otherwise on a bases-loaded walk and run-scoring ground out in the second; an RBI single in the fifth; and, a sacrifice fly in the eighth.

The lone Red Sox score came by way of a Kevin Sogard RBI double in the ninth, the only blemish upon a Braves bullpen that kept the Red Sox in check otherwise for the final three innings. The Red Sox are now 19-27: 11-13 on the road; 8-14 at home.

Is it any wonder Red Sox Nation might be tempted to switch from warbling Neil Diamond’s “Sweet Caroline” to the Kinks’s “Where Have All the Good Times Gone”?

Ill Wind Dept.—Well, it was an ill wind for the Las Vegas Athletics of Sacramento via Oakland on Sunday. For the visiting Giants, the wind was more than welcome, when Harrison Bader hit one into the wind with the pillows full and, this time, the wind delivered it over the right field fence for the grand slam that slammed exclamation points upon the Giants’ eight-run eighth.

It was a grand way to climax a rally begun by Bader himself when he reached on a fielding error to open the inning. It was also Mother Nature repaying Bader for having stolen a grand slam from him the day before, blowing the ball back in when it looked to one and all as though headed behind the fence.

The hapless A’s let three fielding mishaps help define their Sunday doom, the final 10-1, Giants. The good news, sort of: the A’s still hold first in the AL West . . . with a 23-23 record. The Giants remain a National League West basket case at 20-27.

But on Sunday afternoon, what was blowing in the wind was the Giants playing more than a little bit over their own heads: They matched their most runs in a single game (10, on 17 April) and improved their season’s record in blowouts to 7-9. They also improved their road record to 10-15. The A’s fell to 5-6 in blowouts and 10-12 at home.

Bobby Cox, RIP: “Come on kid, u got this!”

Bobby Cox

Bobby Cox, standing up for his player[s], should be remembered for more than his record for getting sent to the showers.

The only man you might have expected to get ejected from his own Hall of Fame induction has gone to the Elysian Fields at 84. Well, maybe Earl Weaver, but his 96 don’t cut the mustard in Bobby Cox’s 169 ho-heaves living room. Hopefully, Cox didn’t get himself ejected from there, if not at the Pearlies themselves. Kidding.

Cox’s passing yielded a flood of grief especially in the immediate wake of longtime former Braves owner Ted Turner’s passing just a couple of days earlier. “Haven’t posted on social in quite some time but can’t stay quiet in this time of loss,” began a tweet from Cox’s Hall of Fame third baseman Chipper Jones, whom he drafted as the Braves general manager before returning to the dugout.

I’m struggling to tell all what Bobby Cox meant to me and so many others in Braves Country. He was the leader of men and a second father to so many Atlanta Braves thru the yrs. I’m so sad today, but as I sit here watching my two youngest boys play in their championship games on the day he passed, I can’t help but shout the same things he did from the corner of the dugout. ‘Come on kid, u got this!’ We are gonna miss him so much, but his legacy is forever cemented with the success of this franchise for the last 35+ yrs. He started it as GM, continued as manager, and passing the torch to others, the Atlanta Braves will continue to be force that Bobby Cox always wanted us to be. We love you Skipper. You were our rock. I love you more than words can express. My boys won both of their games…..Bobby had a hand, I have no doubt!

Maybe the number one quality his former players wanted the world to remember was Cox the skipper having their backs. It was probably the likeliest reason why he got to set the record for a major league manager getting thrown out of a game. Cox above all figured it better to get himself sent to his room than the player who was still liable to land a game-winning hit or the pitcher liable to deliver the game-ending out.

“I generally don’t go onto the field that much,” he once said, “but 90 percent of the time it’s because my player is upset.”

And I’ve got to get in there right away and keep him in the game or at least stick up for him. My relationships with umpires, in my mind, is great. I like them, every single one of them. Being a major-league umpire is the single toughest job in sports. It’s hard. Those guys are good. But again, I have to stick up for my players.

Cox also had the knack of spotting when a player of obvious talent was mispositioned and doing something about it. “What can I say? He saved my career,” said one such player, 1980s Braves center fielder Dale Murphy, the brightest star on moribund teams following their brief rise in the early 1980s. “Hung in there with me during my early days and made the decision to move me to the outfield. Changed my career/life forever.”

Brought up a catcher, Murphy wasn’t even the second coming of Choo Choo Coleman, never mind Yogi Berra. Cox spotted Murphy’s throwing problems from behind the plate and converted him in time to an outfielder. Murphy might have become a Hall of Famer had it not been for a round of injuries ensuring his decline phase would be more like an eighty-story drop.

Cox’s first term managing the Braves ended in his firing after the 1982 season. After a spell managing the Blue Jays, he returned to the Braves in the front office first. As general manager, he began bringing in pieces that would help found a National League dynasty—trading for Hall of Fame pitcher John Smoltz, drafting Jones and Hall of Fame pitcher Tom Glavine, and providing himself a foundation of solid defense, solid pitching, and solid, smart hitting when he returned to the Braves dugout.

He liked things kept businesslike but not without humour, even if the outside world didn’t always see the lighter side of his Braves as they began and continued their dominance of the National League in the 1990s. Described often enough as gentle but firm, Cox seemed a combination of father figure and older, experienced friend without letting anyone forget whom the boss was.

Need pitching reinforcement? Cox helped prod his front office successor John Schuerholz to dip into the free agency pool and sign Hall of Famer Greg Maddux, whom the Cubs had left to feel less than appreciated despite the team-first ethic that held hands with the brainy talent. Jokers in the Braves deck? Cox prodded for and got their dismissals. Hit the road, Neon Deion Sanders and John (Off His) Rocker.

“What made him a great manager,” said Glavine once upon a time, “was that he was so good at handling his players.”

He was so good at getting the best and most out of his guys. He treated everybody with the utmost respect and made everybody understand that whether you were a superstar or the 25th man coming out of spring training, you were going to be an important piece of the puzzle. He made guys not only understand that but believe it.

 

“Every day,” said Marquis Grissom, a Braves outfielder from 1995-96, “he would ask me, ‘How you doing? How’s your family doing?’ (He was) able to push all of us in the right direction and get the best out of all of us, and I think that says the world about Bobby Cox—and if you can’t play for him, you can’t play for nobody.”

Cox managed to win one World Series among the five pennants among that closet full of division championships. Opposing managers like Bruce Bochy weren’t the only ones who wondered how much deeper Cox teams would have gone in the postseason if they’d had better relief pitching. Yet the best they got—Smoltz, already one of the greatest Braves starting pitchers—recovering from Tommy John surgery and sending himself to the bullpen a couple of seasons—still wasn’t quite enough.

The skipper knew only too well that you could be the 1927 Yankees and still get taken down by a slightly better team. When the Braves lost his final postseason on the bridge (2010) thanks largely to defensive miscues and Chipper Jones’s absence (season-ending August knee surgery), Cox still wouldn’t blame his players. He credited Bochy’s Giants for their superior play.

“RIP my second father,” tweeted Cox’s longtime center field mainstay, Hall of Famer Andruw Jones, who turned into the single most run-preventive center fielder ever under Cox’s leadership. Jones was hardly the only player who did better under Cox’s guidance than anyone else’s.

Cox earned four Baseball Writers Association Manager of the Year awards, tying him with fellow Hall of Fame skipper Tony La Russa. Those two plus Buck Showalter are the only skippers to win the prize in three different decades, while Cox stands alone as an eight-time Sporting News Manager of the Year winner. He also got to stand for induction into the Hall of Fame with two of his pitching mainstays, Maddux and Glavine.

His retirement included working as a Braves advisor until the 2019 stroke a day after he went to the Braves’s regular-season home opener. He rehabbed from it and regained enough to be able to enjoy a little travel with his wife and more time with his children and grandchildren, but he now confined his Braves activities to watching and rooting from a safe home distance.

That included watching the Braves win their next World Series, beating the Astros in 2021.

“A small part of Bobby Cox changes you as a baseball player,” said Smoltz of the man who was first spotted as managerial material when knee injuries killed his potential as a young Yankee third baseman in the mid-1960s. “Twenty years with the man changes your life.”

It’s not unreasonable to suggest, then, that eternity in the Elysian Fields (we imagine the Lord urging him in: “Come on, kid, you got this!”) will change a few of its citizens, either.