1972 Important Dates, Scene 1

I came across one of the dates that is significant to me while rolling the 1972 APBA baseball replay. It’s something that occurs when we do replays of seasons that we were alive for.

I recently began playing the games for April 23, 1972, realizing that day was my mother’s birthday 50 years ago. I was 11 years old back then and the day fell on a Sunday. I’m sure we did something to celebrate, but as a sixth-grade kid with a limited allowance, I know I didn’t lavish her with gifts. Instead, my dad probably gave her some things and said it was from both of us.

So, I thought of her as I rolled the games for that date half a century later. Detroit beat Cleveland, 3-1, in the opening game for April 23, 1972. I know the season didn’t start on time because of a strike; I used the original schedule rather than the one created after the work stoppage was settled.

 New York beat Boston, 6-4, in 11 innings and Kansas City took Chicago, 6-2.

Then, Oakland clubbed Minnesota, 21-1, in a game the As scored 12 times in the ninth inning and Reggie Jackson hit two home runs and drove in five in the inning.

I grew up in Minnesota and my mom probably would have laughed at that game if I told her about it. She wasn’t a sports fan, but I credit her and my father for getting me into the APBA world. Sadly, she passed away in January 1998. I didn’t begin playing APBA baseball until Dec. 28, 1998. But, she was the one who wrapped my first APBA game – the football game – and she and my father gave it to meas the headliner gift for Christmas in 1978.

She’d tolerate me doing game recaps of my football contests – mostly the Vikings games --  back then and, a year later, my basketball games when they got me the APBA basketball set. And she would glance at the television and momentarily watch the games when my father had them on.

She once told me my sports obsession would hinder me from being a good husband if my wife didn’t enjoy sports. I told her that my obsession came from my father who…was her husband.

So, she didn’t hear of any of my APBA baseball conquests and as the games for April 23, 1972, played through and I moved to April 24, 1972, I thought of the other dates that are ahead. My dad’s birthday was in early June. I graduated sixth grade in June of that year and in September went to the junior high school in my Minnesota town. My father, diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease two years earlier, began that fall what would be the next to last year of his teaching career at Bemidji State University.

I guess the APBA replays we do of seasons when we were alive are cause for looking back. I’m sure I’ll play Twins games that my father and I watched that season. The Twins weren’t that good that year and I guarantee we suffered many an evening when rivals Kansas City or Chicago or Baltimore may have beaten them.

The other night, I watched the Twilight Zone episode “Walking Distance,” which, in my opinion, is perhaps the greatest episode of any television program in history. In it, Martin Sloan, a New York advertising executive, stops near Homewood to get his car serviced. He grew up in that town so, as the mechanic works on the car, he walks into Homewood.

He finds he has been transported back some 25 years earlier and even sees himself as a child. He goes to his home and tries to convince his parents that he is their son grown up.

In a very emotional scene near the end, Martin’s father approaches him after the young Martin has fallen off a merry-go-round and hurts his leg. The father, who found the older Martin’s wallet and discovers money with dates a quarter of a century later from that year, believes Martin is his son of the future.

But he dispels advice. “You don’t belong here,” he told Martin. “This is [the younger] Martin’s summer. Don’t look back, he said. Look forward for new things.

Martin agrees, but as he walks back to his car, there’ a pronounced limp—the injury his younger self received from the fall. He may look to the future, but the limp is a reminder of his past.

I think of that show as I roll the 1972 replay, too. As I’ve gotten older, I do tend to look back, reveling in the good old days of playing whiffle ball in my best friend’s yard and walking to my grade school in the frigid 20-below temperatures Minnesota could produce. It was a time of less stress and it was free from the responsibilities of adulthood.

As Martin’s father said, though, I can’t always be looking behind me. These season replays do have a tendency to make me do that, especially now when a majority of my path is behind me.

But, there’s also the chance for looking forward in these replays. In the real 1972 baseball season, Oakland and Cincinnati played in the World Series. Maybe some other teams will make it; so far in this replay, the New York Yankees look unbeatable and Pittsburgh and Houston may have a say in the National League race.

And finally, this shows the depth of the APBA game. It’s a simple game that uses dice and player cards to recreate the seasons. But what other game can bring about these memories of life and cause the deep thinking of days gone by?

1972 Begins

Starting an APBA baseball replay takes some work. I write each team’s 162-game schedule on lined paper; for my 1972 replay I just began, it takes 24 pages. Then, I create pages for batters and pitchers to keep up with home runs, wins, losses and saves and, in this season, strikeouts.

I pull schedules from the website Retrosheet, which provides a day-by-day list of games. These are the games set before the season and because there was a strike at the beginning of the actual 1972 season, my schedule is not reflective of the real one the teams played back then. Like I always say, in ABPA there are no strikes and no rainouts. I play a full 162-game schedule for every team (or 154 game for each team in replays prior to 1961).

It takes some time to prepare a new season.

But then, I tossed that first roll of the iconic red and white dice and all the paperwork is worth it.

In my case with the 1972 season, that first roll was a “32” and Houston Astros’ leadoff batter Roger Metzger flied out to Cincinnati Reds right fielder Cesar Geronimo. Fittingly, the first hit for my 1972 replay came from Pete Rose in the bottom of the first.

The Reds won Game No. 1 of 1,944 for the season, 2-1, when, with one out in the bottom of the ninth, Dave Concepcion hit a sacrifice fly to score Tony Perez.

And so, the season begins. The journey takes off. I logged the score on the Astros’ and Reds’ pages, recorded Jack Billingham’s six strikeouts for Cincinnati and Don Wilson’s 11 for Houston and then set the lineups for the second game, California at Minnesota.

There’s a sense of the voyage you get when you see those team pages. The scores beside the 162 games are all blank now, but you know they’ll start to fill up as the games progress. Two months into this 1972 replay, most of the teams have played 15 or so games. The score ares being tallied and written in. The season moves along.

And, despite only having played about 10 percent of the season, it’s showing promise to be yet another fantastic replay. So far, it has a mix of good pitching and decent batting. For example, I had four shutout games in a row, then John Mayberry hit two home runs for Kansas City and they beat Texas, 6-5. 

In Game No. 111, Nolan Ryan tossed a no-hitter for California, blanking the Rangers, 4-0, and Bobby Darwin hit three home runs for the Twins in Game No. 142.

One of the more offensive games I’ve had in a long while occurred in Game No. 176. Minnesota took a 1-0 lead into the second against Oakland at the old Metropolitan Stadium in Bloomington, Minn. But, like in the real season, the Twins’ wheels fell off. Sal Bando and Gene Tenace hit homers in the second and third innings and Oakland scored three more in the sixth to take a 9-1 lead. But the carnage wasn’t over. Reggie Jackson came to the plate with two on in the ninth inning. I noted, in the play-by-play accounts that I sometimes do in my mind during game, that Jackson hadn’t hit a home run yet this season. I spoke too soon. He clouted one out. Then, in the same inning, he hit a three-run shot, driving in a total of five runs in the inning and helping Oakland to a 12-run ninth. The Twins lost, 21-1. Me and my big mouth.

And on the inverse yet again, showing the diversity of this season, Greg Luzinski of the Phillies struck out three times in a row with the bases loaded.

Again, it’s too early to speculate, but Houston and Cincinnati appear headed for a long National League West Division run, as are Pittsburgh and St. Louis in the NL East. So far, Minnesota leads the American League West, just as they did early on in the real season, and New York, bolstered by Mel Stottlemyre’s four shutouts in four starts, is in first in the AL East.

There’s also a personal level with this replay as I reflect back 50 years (hard to believe 1972 is half a century ago). I was in the final months of my sixth grade year at the laboratory school at Bemidji State University in northern Minnesota. By June, I was out of the safety of my grade school and on to the horrors of a much larger junior high school. I was just becoming aware, really aware, of baseball and its statistics. My father gave me a slide ruler (kids, that’s a mathematical tool that predated calculators! You’d line up numbers on various rules to get percentages and other math equations) and I figured out how to do Earned Run Averages and batting averages.

As the uneasiness of leaving my grade school class increased, the games of the 1972 season, especially those of the Twins, helped soothe some of those fears.

So, in addition to an APBA replay, this season is also a trip full of memories and a reminder of how baseball always seems to help the travels of life.

 

Buzz

The only thing that covered up the incessant whine of 500 mosquitoes in our car at 3:30 a.m. at the Walnut Ridge, Ark., Amtrak station was the roar of the freight trains that blasted through.

We drove to the depot so my wife could catch the train to see her aunt in northern Illinois. We’ve done that several times and, in earning the name “Damntrack,” the train was late, as usual. It’s supposed to roll into the quiet northeastern Arkansas town around 1:40 a.m., horn a-blastin’, bells a-clangin.’ This time it was more than two hours late.

Generally, the departure is a sad thing. Holly steps into the train, I stand on the platform and watch as the train glides away, whisking away my wife for a week or two. The train horn bleats its forlorn sound as it heads out and eventually, the silence of the rural area returns and I slink back the car and make the trip home alone.

This time, it was a bit different.

When we pulled into the station’s parking lot, we noticed it was lit much better than before. The city sprung for more lights after complaints that the darkened station looked more like a spot to buy illegal drugs or to be murdered.

The lighting was a nice touch until Holly got out of the car and left the door open. A mass of mosquitoes already attracted by the brightness outside swarmed into the car. I guess they saw my fat ass as a buffet.

We still had a while before the train arrived. The Amtrak phone app indicated it would roll in at 4:14 a.m. We could either sit in the depot, which was also covered with the winged bloodsuckers or remain in the car. We chose the car and I started it, put the air conditioner on high and drove out of the station and down the road with the windows open, hoping to blow the ‘skeeters out.

We returned to the station, got Holly’s bags and waited in the depot for the train. Holly, of course, looked dainty brushing an errant bug from her. I looked like a deranged person trying to dance and keep time with the driving beat of Beck’s song “E-Pro” while swatting at the mosquitoes. Look the song up. You’ll get the image.

The train finally rolled in, Holly got on it and left. I was at the station alone and in the stillness of the night I could hear the steady ‘buzz’ of the mosquitoes. There must have been more than a million doing circles under the sodium vapor lights. Others sat on the white windowsills and doors, attracted by the light colors, and waited for any living thing to move so they could feast. It was a smaller version of the scene in Alfred Hitchcock’s move “The Birds.” All I needed was an old phone booth to be trapped in and nearby children frantically running from a playground to complete the movie scene.

I returned to the car, already missing my wife, and prepared for the lonely trip home.

I thought the earlier drive would have blown the bugs out. Instead, it hurled them to the rear window bay where they waited for me to return. When I got back into the car, they formed a giant cartoon arrow and headed for me. Again, I rolled the windows down and drove fast.

And here’s a note I forgot to mention. City workers were replacing sewer lines on the east side of town; as we drove in, we could smell the rank scent of sewer gas and whatever is in the lines – a handful of Taco Bell burritos, perhaps? I took a different way back, but still drove into the work zone, this time with the windows open.

At 4:30 a.m., half-tired and battling mosquitoes, I didn’t appreciate the stench. It smelled like someone set an outhouse on fire and then tried to douse the blazes by pouring a vat of skunk diarrhea on them. It had the ambience of the Number 3 restroom stall at the Love’s Truck Stop off the I-57 Exit 308  in Kanakee, Ill. Six hundred miles of hard driving, coffee and pork rinds can replicate that smell.

So, how does this tie in with APBA? Well, with Holly gone, I had planned to roll quite a few games this weekend on the 1972 baseball season replay I just began. It was going to rain, so I couldn’t mow the yard and I didn’t have any pressing deadlines for stories I write for my magazines. I had all the time to play the game.

Instead, I was groggy from lack of sleep Saturday, the day after our train station adventure. And that afternoon, I had to go to the store to get cat food. It was pouring rain and as I sat in the store parking lot for the rain to abate, I heard that horrific sound: The stirrings of mosquitoes waking and buzzing. I bolted out of the car and into the rain storm deeming that getting soaked was better than getting malaria. Later, I spent more time trying to get the critters out of the car.

They’re still in the car, I know. I also know that when I get into the car to drive somewhere to pirate wi-fi to file this blog, the mosquitoes will be with me, wings whining in unison as they prepare to feast on me yet again.

1972

Even for an old guy like me, it’s hard to grasp that 1972 was 50 years ago.

It was a busy year in news and culture then and as a child destined for a career in journalism, I paid attention closely to those events.

The war in Vietnam raged on. Astronauts stepped on the moon two more times as Apollos 16 and 17 landed on the lunar surface and it coincided nicely with the release of Elton John’s “Rocket Man.”  The Watergate break-ins occurred in Washington, D.C., that summer, creating a lasting distrust of all politicians, and in September, 11 Israeli athletes were killed by terrorists during the Olympics in Munich, Germany.

The first “Godfather” movie was screened and possibly one of the worst songs ever recorded, America’s “Horse With No Name,” hit the radio. But one of the better ballads of all time also graced the airwaves that year when Eric Clapton serenaded us with “Layla.”

Nineteen seventy-two was also a transitional year for me, an 11-year-old kid living in northern Minnesota when the baseball season began that year. I was wrapping up sixth grade, about to leave my lab elementary school on the campus of Bemidji State University for the big time of junior high.

That year was a pivotal year, going from the peace and serenity of childhood to the stress of living a more regulated life.

Baseball, I found, was a great help during that changing year. I had a hard time adjusting to the bustle of junior high. I was a very nerdy, shy kid who fit in with my elementary school and suddenly, in September 1972, I was thrust into the big time. My first class was held in the adjoining high school building and as a scared nerd that was a daunting adventure.  The only common thing I had left from my more peaceful earlier years was watching the Twins on television. I clung to that baseball season like a shipwrecked passenger clutches a life preserver.

And now, half a century later, I’m replaying the 1972 baseball season with the APBA baseball cards and dice game. For those uninitiated with it, the game uses cards for each player who played in the 1972 season. Rather than the pictured cards that were popular in gum packs back then, these cards have numbers on them that replicate their actual production at the plate. If a player hit plenty of home runs, his card would reflect that with the iconic “1” on the card, indicating a homer. If he struck out often, as did Reggie Jackson or Bobby Darwin on my Twins’ team did, he’d get plenty of dreaded “13s,” reflecting whiffs. Players roll dice and they correspond the results with the numbers on the cards to play the game.

I realize the actual 1972 season was delayed by a strike. I’m going to ignore the strike for my replay and play out the full season as originally scheduled. Like I’ve said before in APBA replays, there are no strikes and no rainouts in my APBA replays.

To further this, the other day I was digging in a closet in search of some old books and came across the paperback Major League Baseball 1972 published by Pocket Books that I bought years ago. It was a preview book of the season, complete with rosters, lineups, schedules and predictions. It had to be a sign I was about to replay the right season. The book predicted Baltimore would face Oakland for the American League title and Pittsburgh and Los Angeles would clash for the National League. It also contains an advertisement offering I could buy a year of Sports Illustrated for $7.90.

So, this replay will be a journey of memories. Readers, be warned I’ll probably ramble on about the old days in upcoming blogs, of remembering some of the stars like Harmon Killebrew and Willie Stargell –who’s batting hitch we all imitated when playing backyard Whiffle ball – and of moments with friends and life back then. I guess that’s what we do when we get older.

Back then, I was playing “replays” of sorts, clanking the magnetic ball on the metal electric baseball game I had, creating batting orders for all American League teams (remember, I lived in Twinsland and didn’t follow the National League) and keeping the standings that I had become obsessed over. I’d read closely the standings in the Minneapolis Tribune (before the merger with the Star) and watch as the Twins took an early lead in the American League West Division before finishing third.

I guess that’s what most of us APBA players do when replaying a season we were alive for. We look back and remember those days. Nineteen seventy-two began with me walking the three blocks from Bixby Avenue to my grade school and ended with me dreading returning to junior high school where they picked on the nerds with little mercy.

Thank goodness for baseball that year. 

Now , if I can only get that stinkin’ “Horse With No Name” song out of my head.

1965 APBA Replay World Series

Over the years, I’ve purchased each of the Minnesota Twins’ World Series APBA card seasons in hopes of replicating the real feat and guiding my favorite team to the championship.

The first one I rolled was 1987. It was an emotional season for me. My father passed away in March 1987 about the time the Twins opened their spring training. I watched as the season progressed and when the Twins beat St. Louis in seven games to win the Series, I had hoped my father was somehow watching.

I wanted to replicate that feeling with the APBA game. Instead, in my replay, Kansas City ran away with the American League West division.

Later, I replayed the 1991 season, again hoping for a Twins win. I started that season in August 2015, about a month before I met Holly –who would become my wife. She lived near Chicago, so I spent a lot of weekends making the 547-mile trip to see her. The 1991 season became secondary and, as a result, took nearly four years to complete.

This time, the Twins made it to the Series, but lost to Pittsburgh in seven games.

So, when I began 1965, I realized it was my last chance to see if the Twins could repeat the real season.

The Twins began the season slowly, but then took off and won the American League pennant by six games over Detroit. They were going to my 1965 replay World Series against Cincinnati, who beat Pittsburgh in a three-game playoff for the National League flag.

Here are the results of that World Series.

Game 1 Minnesota 13 Cincinnati 6

Zolio Versalles hit two home runs for the Twins and Jim Kaat went eight innings before giving up a three-run homer to Deron Johnson, forcing a nervous manager Sam Mele to summon Bill Pleis to get the final three outs. Bob Allison and Jimmy Hall also hit dingers for the Twins.

Game 2 Minnesota 10 Cincinnati 7

The bats came out again at the Met in Bloomington, Minn. But they didn’t arrive until Cincinnati took a 7-1 lead in the fifth inning. Versalles hit his third home run of the Series and the Twins scored five runs in the bottom of the eighth.

 Despite leading the National League with 21 saves, Reds’ reliever Billy McCool couldn’t pick up the save and Cincinnati left Minnesota with a two-game deficit.

Game 3 Cincinnati 8 Minnesota 2

Tommy Harper drove in five runs with a home run and a double and Pete Rose added two RBIs and the Reds’ starter Jim Maloney, fresh from a no-hitter in the National League playoffs, struck out 14 Twins.

Game 4 Cincinnati 8 Minnesota 7

In a seesaw battle, the Reds led after the first, 3-0, but then the Twin scored four in the second and two more in the third when Rich Rollins hit a home run. But Camilo Pascual gave up four runs in Cincinnati’s sixth inning.

The Reds scored a needed insurance run in the eighth when Harper hit a double, stole third and then scored on a groundout.  Catcher Earl Battey hit a double in the top of the ninth and Mele sent in Joe Nossek as a pinch runner for the catcher. He scored when pinch hitter Andy Kosco blooped a single, but then Versalles, who had already gone hitless in four previous at-bats, popped to end the game.

The two were tied, two games apiece.

Game 5 Minnesota 8 Cincinnati 0

Versalles hit two more home runs, his fourth and fifth in the Series and Harmon Killebrew and Allison added their own clouts in the rout. Reds ace Sammy Ellis lasted 4.3 innings before Dick Sisler swallowed a handful of Rolaids and motioned to the bullpen. Jim Kaat gave up only three hits in the complete game win.

In a first for me, Versalles hit into a triple play in the eighth inning. I’ve now done 13 season replays. I guess Lucky 13 meant it was time for the TP. Twins now lead three games to two and are heading back to Minnesota.

Game 6 Minnesota 7 Cincinnati 5

The teams were tied 2-2 after two before Allison hit a two-run single, giving the Twins a 5-2 lead after three innings.  Cincinnati added a run on a Vada Pinson home run in the fifth, but Minnesota scored twice more in the seventh when Battey drove in Tony Oliva with a single and Maloney balked in Killebrew on third. The Twins led 7-3 in the top of the ninth.

Harper led the ninth off with a home run off Twins’ reliever Johnny Klippstein and Rose walked. Pinson popped up, but Frank Robinson hit a single and Tony Perez gained a walk, loading the bases. Johnson hit a sacrifice fly to cut the Twins’ lead to 7-5.  Then, with two outs, catcher Johnny Edwards grounded to Versalles who threw it to Killebrew on first and the Twins won, four games to two.

Allison won the Series MVP, batting an astonishing .571 with three home runs and 10 RBIs. Versalles had five homers and 10 RBIs as well, batting .310. As a team, the Twins batted .303.

Robinson continued his woeful ways for the Reds batting only .120 for the Series.

After three tries, I was able to see a Twins’ World Series victory.

There’s always that odd feeling after completing a season replay. I put the 1965 season cards in a box and stuck them in an old record cabinet of my dad’s that I use for my APBA card collection. There’s that sense of sense of sadness, in a way. You spend a year and a half with the cards, rolling at night and on weekend and thinking of the games while at work sometimes. Then it’s done.

But, then I took out the APBA box of the 1972 season, wrote down schedules and team pages and set up pitching lineups for the next season’s replay.

1965 NL Playoff Series : Reds vs. Pirates

I’ve learned to expect the unexpected while doing my APBA replay of the 1965 baseball season and I wasn’t disappointed in the three-game playoff for the National League pennant that resulted when Pittsburgh and Cincinnati tied at season’s end.

It’s really been that kind of season. It was only fitting that one playoff game featured a no-hitter and another that lasted 15 innings before a home run by one the premier stars of the game helped end it.

The Reds and Pirates each compiled 97-65 regular season records, forcing the playoff series. The San Francisco Giants finished two games back and St. Louis, which led the league for much of the season, ended three games behind. Pittsburgh won its last five games of the season and the Reds took three out of four games in San Francisco to create the tie. (I plan to do a season recap blog in a few days with team records and some statistics and observations.)

Here are the results of the playoff series. The winner would travel to Bloomington, Minn., to face the Twins in the World Series.

Game 1- Cincinnati 5 Pittsburgh 0

Reds pitcher Jim Maloney tossed a no-hitter in Pittsburgh, walking two and striking out 11.  Catcher Johnny Edwards and shortstop Leo Cardenas, the seventh and eighth batters in the Cincinnati lineup each hit home runs for the win. Frank Robinson, the MVP in the National League in my replay, went a dismal o for 4, a foreshadowing of things to come.

Maloney had a perfect game through six and a third innings before walking Manny Mota and then Willie Stargell in the seventh. He then struck out five of the last seven batters to end the game.

Game 2 – Pittsburgh 11 Cincinnati 9, 15 innings

This was the opposite of Game 1. The teams combined for 29 hits and 20 runs. There were four home runs, including two by reserve Reds’ catcher Don Pavelitch. Gordon Coleman and Willie Stargell also hit homers.

The Pirates scored three in the top of the first against Reds hurler Joe Nuxhall. But Cincinnati responded with six runs in the bottom of the inning and the hit parade was on. Both teams scored single runs in the second inning and by the sixth inning, Cincinnati led, 8-5. Pittsburgh tied it in the seventh with hits by pinch hitter Jerry Lynch, Roberto Clemente, Stargell and Donn Clendenon.

The Reds regained the lead on a sacrifice fly by Robinson in the bottom of the seventh, one of the few things he did in the series. But in the top of the ninth, Stargell hit a sacrifice fly with one out to drive in Bill Virdon and Pirates reliever Al McBean mowed down the Reds in the ninth to preserve the tie. Six innings later, Stargell hit his homerun off Reds’ fifth reliever Jim Duffalo and Gene Alley drove in Clendenon for the second run. Don Schwall gave up a double to Robinson in the bottom of the 15^th, Robinson’s only hit in seven plate appearances for the game, but then got the next three Reds for the save and to give Pittsburgh a 1-1 tie in the series.

Game 3 Cincinnati 7 Pittsburgh 4

Pittsburgh opened the first with Virdon’s double, Clemente’s triple and Stargell’s single to take a 2-0 lead and stun the Cincinnati crowd at Crosley Field.

But the Reds roared back, plating four on four hits and a sacrifice fly. Vern Law lasted six innings before manager Harry “The Hat” Walker pulled him and brought in a young Wilbur Wood in relief. Meanwhile, Joey Jay went seven innings, before being relieved with a 7-3 lead. Pittsburgh scored once more in the top of the eighth, but Bob Bailey grounded into a double play in the top of the ninth and Virdon struck out to give the Reds the pennant.

Despite his team winning, Robinson had an anemic bat, hitting .154 for the series. Vada Pinson batted .429 and drove in five runs and shared the playoff MVP honors with Maloney.

Stargell went six for 12 for a .500 batting average  and drove in four RBIs for the Bucs in the losing cause.

The Reds will travel to Minnesota for the first two games of the 1965 World Series. Will Robinson come out of his slump? Will Minnesota capitalize on the Twins’ long-ball hitters? Which pitching unit will fare better?

Stay tuned. The Series recap is next.

October Games

Going into the last three days of the 1965 baseball season I am replaying with APBA, there was a chance for a four-way tie for first place in the National League.  Cincinnati led with a 95-64 record on Sept. 30 and Pittsburgh and San Francisco were each a game behind with records of 94-65. St. Louis, which had led the league for much of the season, but faltered late, was in fourth place with a 93-66 record.

Minnesota had already clinched the American League and ended up beating out Detroit by six games, so the focus at the end of this season was strictly on the National League.

It came down to the last game of the season.

Here’s a rundown of the games of October.

Oct. 1

Pittsburgh 7 Chicago 2 – The Pirates hit four home runs, including Willie Stargell’s 39^th, and Bucs pitcher Bob Veale picked up the win with 10 strikeouts.

St. Louis 4 Houston 3- Tim McCarver hit a leadoff home run in the ninth inning to give the Cardinals a needed win. Bob Gibson went the distance on the mound for St. Louis, giving up only 5 hits. Two, though were home runs to Rusty Staub, his 23^rd, and Joe Morgan, his 16^th.

San Francisco 14 Cincinnati 4 – The Giants took a 10-0 lead by the sixth inning and pitcher Juan Marichal was perfect through the first five innings. Backup outfielder Ken Henderson hit a home run and drove in four for San Francisco.

After the day’s games, Cincinnati, Pittsburgh and San Francisco all shared 95-65 records. St. Louis was a game behind at 94-66.

Oct. 2

Houston 1 St. Louis 0 – The Astros knocked the Cardinals out of the race when Walt Bond blooped a single in the sixth, scoring Morgan, for the game's only run.

Pittsburgh 7 Chicago 0 – Vern Law gave up only four hits and Stargell drove in four runs in the Buc’s victory.

Cincinnati 3 San Francisco 2 –Tony Perez hit a seventh-inning home run to give the Reds their 3-2 lead. Reliever Billy McCool picked up his 21^st save, despite having Giants runners on third in the eighth and ninth innings.

Cincinnati and Pittsburgh were tied with 96-65 records and San Francisco was a game behind at 95-66.

Oct. 3

The last day of the season.  If Cincinnati beat the Giants and the hapless Cubs defeated Pittsburgh, the Reds would claim the National League crown. If San Francisco won and the Pirates lost, there’d be a three-way tie. And if Pittsburgh won and the Giants won, Pittsburgh would take the pennant.

Cincinnati 5 San Francisco 0 – Frank Robinson hit his 43^rd home run of the season and Sammy Ellis earned his 24^th win. Willie Mays, who ended the season with a league-leading 49 homers and Willie McCovey, who had 44 home runs, went a combined 0-7 in the game.

Pittsburgh 6 Chicago 0 – Donn Clendenon hit two home runs and drove in four runs and the Pirates ended up tied with the Reds with 97-65 records.

I’ll have a three-game playoff next with the opening game in Pittsburgh and the next two in Cincinnati.

I always say this during a replay season, but this one has to be the best one I’ve done in my 24 years of APBA baseball. My favorite team, the Minnesota Twins, won the American League, there was great pitching (Sam McDowell of Cleveland led the majors with 355 strikeouts and  Vern Law of Pittsburgh and Marcelino Lopez of California each had two no-hitters) and great hitting (Leon “Daddy Wags” Wagner of Cleveland led the American League with 46 home runs. It seemed Wagner caught on fire at the end of the season, bashing 12 in September and October.)

Next up is the National League playoff with the winner facing the Twins in the 1965 World Series.