Complaining about managers and head coaches is a time-honored tradition in all sports. This is particularly true in Major League Baseball, where a 162-game schedule allows opportunity for unhappiness on nearly a daily basis from the end of March to early October — and then perhaps into the playoffs.
The outlets to express those complaints have become endless in this digital-driven 21st century. It was more challenging when the Twins first arrived in 1961. A huge percentage of games were not televised, meaning your outrage had to be determined by what you heard on the radio, read in a newspaper or detected in a boxscore.
Feel free to insert your own one-liner on the TV situation with the Twins then not being much different than it was for much of this season, while we head off here to a bit of nostalgia for the creativity that went into managerial disdain in the 1960s.
Sam Mele took over as manager for Cookie Lavagetto twice during our initial 1961 season — first when owner/general manager Calvin Griffith decided Cookie needed a rest, then when he fired Cookie and installed Mele as full-time manager.
That rest part … even as a 15-year-old kid, I took that as a strong early indication that Calvin, the man who brought big-league baseball to the Bloomington prairie, might be an odd duck.
Here’s what I recall from 1964, after the Twins were following a pair of solid seasons with a tumble back into the American League’s second division. There was a guy named Karl who was married to my cousin, and there was a very young kid around and he had been taught this:
Karl would say to the kid, “Give it to Sam,” and the kid immediately would let out a loud “raspberry” flutter of his lips, often spraying food.
One year later, Mele’s team went 102-60 to unseat the Yankees, win the American League pennant and play a seven-game World Series vs. the Dodgers, so that let Sam off the hook for a time.