With the news of the sudden passing of Earl Weaver, The Cleveland Fan fondly recalls a game he managed at Cleveland Stadium.
Have you ever attended a baseball game because of the opposing manager? Or at least considered the game as must-see TV? I can count on one hand the particular ballplayers I have gravitated toward in such a manner. Hank Aaron, as a visiting Milwaukee Brewer during the twilight of his career. Bo Jackson, for sure. Speed… power… even him snapping his bat in two after a frustrating strikeout got the crowd stirring. For Tribe fans of the 90s, of course, the team didn’t just spoil us with wins. Nobody wanted to miss the drama of Albert Belle’s or Jim Thome’s next “majestic blast” (in the words of play-by-play man Tom Hamilton). Likewise, the havoc Kenny Lofton could wreak on the base paths commanded fans’ attention.