My Bat Boy Days: Lessons I Learned from the Boys of Summer
By Steve Garvey
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Garvey spent five years (1956-1961) as a bat boy, mostly for the Brooklyn Dodgers and briefly for the New York Yankees and the Detroit Tigers. The fact that he would go on to become a first baseman with the Los Angeles Dodgers, and one of the most successful players of his era, is like something out of a Hollywood script. My Bat Boy Days is his moving collection of indelible memories, fascinating profiles, and lessons learned -- about the game and about life -- from heroes such as Jackie Robinson, Sandy Koufax, and Mickey Mantle.
My Bat Boy Days is for the generation of fans who remember the Boys of Summer and for the generation who grew up watching Steve Garvey play for the love of the game. Garvey's story is perfect for sharing with children and grandchildren who are just now getting to know and love the game.
Steve Garvey
Steve Garvey is the reigning National League "Iron Man" with 1,207 consecutive games played. Garvey spent eight years as the cornerstone of the Los Angeles Dodgers "fabulous four" infield, leading the Dodgers to a World Series title in 1981. After signing with the San Diego Padres in 1983, Garvey led the team to the organization's first World Series in 1984. Garvey is a ten-time MLB All-Star and four-time Gold Glove Award winner. He holds the record for the highest career fielding percentage by a first baseman and was the first player in the history of baseball to field an errorless season at first base.
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Reviews for My Bat Boy Days
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5I liked this book, but I was a bit disappointed with what I believed the title promised, and what was actually in it. I thought it would be a lot more insight from the author and his time with the players profiled. Instead, I found this to be 9 mini biographies of players he had admired. The bat boy days piece didn't really impact me. But, I did like the 9 mini biographies, so it wasn't a waste of time, especially considering what a quick read it is!
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5“my bat boy days: what I learned from the boys of summer” is the full title of the book written by Steve Garvey. A bit of a long title for a thin book (148 pages) with a large font.Garvey describes what he’s learned in the six years (1956-1961) he was a bat boy for The Dodgers during spring training or exhibition games. After a short intro about how he became a bat boy, Garvey describes the players all in their own chapter: Reese, who I learned is part Dutch, Hodges, Robinson, Erskine, Snider, Campenella, Koufax and non-Dodgers Mantle and Kaline. Most of those players have an (auto)biography, but here you get a mini biography of each of them.It’s an easy book, Garvey put in loads of quotes from biographies. One of the up sides, if you don’t know whose (auto)biography you want to read, is that you can read this book and pick the Dodger you want. A bit like CliffsNotes.I felt the need to know more about The Duke so I’ll read ’The Duke of Flatbush’ first. Once again: an easy book, but it’s nice to see one of the Dodgers best players of the 70’s and 80’s paying tribute to those who wore Dodger Blue before him.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5What a fun little book!What we've got here is a short tale from Steve Garvey about how he worked as a bat boy for a few major league teams while he and his parents lived in Florida. His father drove a bus and was hired to drive around some big leaguers during spring training. The first team he ran into was the Brooklyn Dodgers from the Boys of Summer era of the team.After this short tale of being asked to be the bat boy for a day, how much it meant to him as a boy, and how it has stuck with him ever since, Garvey speaks about a few individuals from the Boys of Summer teams as well as Mickey Mantle and Al Kaline. They are his heroes, pure and simple, and the story is presented in a pure in simple fashion.Garvey chooses a certain superlative to describe each of the players he idolizes and talks about his experience with them that illustrate the descriptive word he's chosen. Also contained within the passages are biographical stats of the players which illustrate their statistical dominance as well as the more personal qualities that made them heroes to the Garv.The prose is easy to read and relate to. For anyone that doesn't know the story of Roy Campanella or why Koufax had to retire at 31, these are also presented as part of the illustration of the virtues Garvey holds in such high esteem. It's a very short read but very much worth the time to take a peek into the idols of a man who was an idol for many youngsters once upon a time.
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My Bat Boy Days - Steve Garvey
PROLOGUE
Do you believe in destiny?
Some lives are planned and others amount to a series of circumstances, but mine feels like destiny. It started with my grandfather, a Brooklyn policeman, who had the beat of Ebbets Field, listening to the crowd cheer on the Bums from the outside and loving every minute of it. My grandfather, Joseph Patrick Garvey, never did see a game inside the ballpark. That’s how my journey, my family’s journey, begins.
Early in 1948 my mother’s father, Joe Winkler, decided he had enough of the gas station business and the cold winters of Long Island, New York. He sold the property and purchased a motel in Tampa, Florida. He called my parents and convinced them that a warm climate and a new career were ahead, and they packed their belongings and migrated to Florida. My father, Joe Garvey, had served in the navy during World War II and had tried different occupations in pursuit of his ultimate career. Mildred Garvey had worked for American Airlines and was pregnant with me when they joined my grandparents on the trip down South.
The motel, unfortunately, was over a mile from Highway 301, the main route between west Florida and the northeastern seaboard, and as we have learned, business is usually about location and convenience, neither of which the motel possessed. The property struggled, but on December 22, 1948, I was born, at about seven and half pounds with a full set of lungs. My dad said, Steve looks like a lot of work,
so needless to say I was an only child. By early 1950 the motel had become a losing venture and was sold. Both my parents and grandparents decided to stay and make Florida their permanent residence. My dad began working as a city transit bus driver and my mother’s secretarial skills were put to use.
By 1955 the Garvey family was deeply rooted in Tampa soil, my mother working for Continental Insurance and my dad driving for Greyhound. Dad chose to work the extra board
instead of a set route for more flexibility in his schedule. He frequently had charters with groups going to sporting events, or with sports teams, and for a former football and baseball player this was the fun part of the job. That fall I entered the second grade and by the end of September had become very interested in the baseball World Series. My mother was a Yankees fan and my father a Dodgers fan, so you can imagine there was a steady banter between two New Yorkers who loved their teams. Because my dad’s father was a Brooklyn policeman, I cheered mostly for the Bums. I still loved to watch Mickey Mantle and Yogi Berra hit and play the game, but by the ninth inning of game seven the Dodgers were clearly my favorite.
The World Series in 1955 was played in daylight and aired in black and white on television across America. For those of us going to school on the East Coast, by three o’clock, it was already about the seventh inning. After school, I would hop on my bike and ride as fast as I could for over a mile. Most days I would rush into the house and catch the last two innings. Pitchers’ duels were dreaded, and lots of offense was prayed for. I clearly remember Don Larsen’s perfect game a few years later, when I burst through the door to see the last two pitches against Dale Mitchell to end the game. Unfortunately, today’s programming makes it almost impossible for a kid to stay up for the last two innings of any game, even a historic no-hitter. My growing infatuation with the game, along with the knowledge that my dad and a few other fathers were starting a Little League in our Drew Park neighborhood, provided the foundation for my interest in playing baseball, this sport that my parents loved. At the age of seven, I was just beginning to experience the joys of our national pastime. By March of ’56, I was playing catch and entertaining myself by playing stickball games, dragging kids out of their homes to play games that ended up being the Dodgers against the Yankees. Sometimes I was the Mick,
but usually I was one of the Bums. Those were the good ole days! Somehow, some way, the Brooklyn Dodgers always came back in the ninth inning of game seven and won the World Series, and always against the Yankees.
ON THE BUS
It was the spring of 1956. Dwight D. Eisenhower was president of the United States, a new fast-food franchise called McDonald’s sold twenty-five-cent hamburgers, Milton Berle and Red Skelton dominated the airwaves, black-and-white television was America’s new form of must-have technology, and most important, the Brooklyn Dodgers were the World Champions of baseball, having beaten the New York Yankees in the 1955 World Series.
I was a young boy in a transplanted family from Long Island, New York, developing roots in the Tampa, Florida, area, with two hardworking parents. The evening of March 28, 1956, was typical for the Garvey family. My father and mother would try to be home most evenings at five for family dinners, and this evening was no different. As we sat down to fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and peas, a meal I will never forget, my dad asked me the usual question:
Steve, how was your day, son, did you learn anything new?
As usual, I answered, good, no, and can I get up and go out and play? Then the unusual, life-changing, dream-beginning question:
Do you have any test tomorrow, and if you don’t, do you want to skip school?
Now, I had never heard those questions before and a quick look to Mom’s smiling face meant something special was about to happen.
I have a charter tomorrow to pick up the Brooklyn Dodgers at the Tampa airport and take them to Al Lang Field in St. Petersburg. The Yankees are playing the Dodgers and I thought it might be a great father-and-son day for us.
For a young boy who was about to start his first Little League season, this was an exciting moment, filled with questions and a quick trip to my Hav-a-Tampa Cigar box, busting with baseball cards. I spent what seemed like hours looking for all my favorite Dodgers so I could go over stats with the guys on the bus. I called my grandfather in New York, a Brooklyn police officer, and asked who his favorite Dodgers were. Pee Wee, Carl, and the Duke, he said. And how he loved Carl Furillo, the ultimate blue-collar everyday player.
Morning came and I woke up and put on my blue jeans and Ban-Lon shirt. Ban-Lon shirts were the polo shirts of the fifties and came in thirteen colors. This one was a royal blue, almost like Dodger blue. With a little butch wax to keep my flattop sticking up, I was ready to go at 6:00 A.M.
By seven we had picked up the new scenic-cruiser from the Greyhound bus station and were on our way to Tampa International Airport. Dad emphasized the need to be respectful, to not get in the way, and most important, to say yes sir
and no sir.
I listened carefully, knowing full well that I was awestruck even before I actually saw these great men. By eight-fifteen, we were standing on the tarmac waiting for the Dodger airplane, the Kay O’Malley 1, named after the wife of the owner, Walter O’Malley. The plane hit the runway, and within a minute it had thundered and decelerated by us. I will never forget the Dodger logo written across the body of the plane and a white baseball with red stitches on the tail. The DC 7 taxied to within thirty yards of the bus, and with no Jetways to greet the planes in those days, a stairway was pushed to the open door, and the men began to board the bus. My dad told me to stand near the door, but Don’t block it,
so I could see these great Dodgers close up. Off came the skipper, Walter Alston, who was working on the fourth of twenty-two one-year contracts and a Hall of Fame career. He was followed by Pee Wee Reese, Jim Gilliam, Carl Erskine, Duke Snider, and on and on. As each man passed by me, he would pat me on the head. I don’t know whether they did this as an endearing gesture, or if they just wanted to feel my proudly waxed flattop. Finally, the last two players approached. One of them was Roy Campanella, the MVP catcher. The other could only be Jackie Robinson, who was constantly center