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Willie Montanez

September 28, 2010

1.
Is there an ideal world and a real world? I think Plato was big on advocating for the existence of that duality. Most religions seem rooted in the notion, too, painting human beings as diminished versions of sacred ideals, or even of existence itself as a faint, corrupted echo of the purified afterlife. The most influential modern secular belief system, psychology, also seems to feed into the notion of reality as a dualistic conflict between what is and what could be, the core message being that every human has a “diagnosis” and is thus separated from an ideal state by deeply embedded flaws. Even capitalism, that most materialistic of human systems, uses as essential fuel the concept that there is a perpetual gnawing gap between the real and the ideal, between what you have and what you need. The ideal exists, forever out of reach.

2.
Willie Montanez, despite being the only Brave on the 1977 National League All-Star team, despite finishing that All-Star season with a .287 average with 20 home runs and 31 doubles, despite three straight seasons previous to that of batting over .300, despite fielding his position with skill and style, was in December of 1977 tossed by the Braves into a multi-team transaction of mind-boggling complexity that ended up netting the Braves nothing more than the featureless trio of Adrian Devine, Eddie Miller, and Tommy Boggs. Moreover, the Topps company neglected to break out the paint cans and shift a card version of Montanez over to his new team, the Mets, and compounded that apathy on the matter of Willie Montanez by slotting him into their 1978 set at number 38, one of the few participant in the previous year’s All-Star Game to fail to be honored with a card number ending in zero or five. (Montanez was one of just ten out of forty-nine participants in the 1977 All-Star Game who didn’t get the “zero or five” honor; the others were a mixture of middle infielders, relievers, young guys, and, in the case of the Dodger on the list, the egregiously underrated: Manny Trillo, Garry Templeton, Reggie Smith, John Stearns, Gary Lavelle, Jim Kern, Ruppert Jones, Dennis Eckersley, and Dave LaRoche.)

3.
The Topps version of the 1978 Atlanta Braves differed from the actual 1978 Atlanta Braves, as evidenced here in Willie Montanez’ 1978 card. In that ideal world of the cardboard gods, a world that for a moment is pure speculation of what might be before rapidly migrating to the realm of what could have been, Willie Montanez was a member of the 1978 Atlanta Braves. In the real world, Willie Montanez never spent a moment with the 1978 Braves. With Montanez in 1977, the Braves had lost 101 games; without him in 1978, they lost 93. Meanwhile, Montanez’ addition to the Mets in 1978 cut that team’s 1977 loss total of 98 to a 1978 mark of 96. This is the funny thing about wondering what could have been. Really, the question is moot. No matter where you go or what you do, you’ll lose.

4.
But when you’re a kid, you live for a little while in an ideal world, having not yet absorbed the fundamental inevitabilities. When I was a kid I vowed to remember what it was like to be a kid, because it seemed to me that adults had allowed themselves to let go of that ideal world. I would, I vowed, hold on to that little kid mind forever. Despite this vow, despite—or perhaps in part because—of the exhausting attention I have paid, through twenty-plus years of writing, to the exploration of my memories, my little kid world slipped from my grasp. I got old, timid, worried, grim. If little kid Me met me now, the little kid Me would find old Me to be just the kind of stiff, awkward, hesitant adult who inspired the vow to remember what it was like to be a kid in the first place.

5.
I must have seen Willie Montanez play in the 1977 All-Star game, but the memory didn’t stick, maybe because on such a big night (and the All-Star game was always the biggest night of the summer for me) I didn’t need Willie Montanez. But the next season, when his ideal world version locked him into an apprehensive hunch as an Atlanta Brave, Topps card number 38, I watched him play for the 1978 Mets during my yearly visit to New York to see my dad. He stood out, did Willie Montanez the Met, despite or even because of all the losing, flipping his bat before each of his at-bats and snapping his glove when he made catches at first and in all other ways investing the mundane grownup world of routines and rituals with an unsinkable flair. Adults disparaged his actions on the field, scorning him as a “hot dog,” but kids always loved him wherever he went. He had somehow held onto a version of the game that we recognized, that we were most drawn to, that we needed: All is not lost.

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(Love versus Hate update: Willie Montanez’s back-of-the-card “Play Ball” piece is a statement of the rules, so no addition has been made to the ongoing contest.)

7 comments

  1. When Willie came to the mets he quickly became my favorite player. Partly because I was also a lefty first sacker but mainly for his flair. On routine outs he would snap his glove down(pre-Rickey “snatch” catch) and transfer the ball to his bare hand behind his back. His home run trot was also quite distinctive. Bill Robinson once robbed him of a home run with a catch that was so hellacious, Willie was already past second with his fancy trot before he realized Robinson had caught the ball. The San Diego chicken was visiting Shea in ’78 and did a hilarious impression of Willie at the plate and his home run trot. The mets actually included it on their highlight film for the season. Fun player.


  2. Montanez, like Richie Hebner, was one of those players who hopeful Mets fans thought would lead them back to prominence.


  3. He would torture opposing baserunners on first by constantly throwing fake tags with his glove. And even they were stylish, no-look flicks. Perfect ballplayer to remember when it was all fun.

    For some reason I recall the ’78 Topps set had Tom Greive as a Met, but I wonder if the other principals in that swap (Milner, Matlack, Oliver etc) were properly placed and/or airbrushed.


  4. Bob Murphy liked to say the Spanish version of Willie’s name, Guillermo, which phonetically came out as Gill-yair-mo Montanez. I always got the impression Murph really liked Willie’s style.

    Side note: It really pissed me off that Willie tore the cover off the ball for Texas in ’79 after sucking all year for the Mets before the trade.


  5. Just a sideline on the pic they used for this 1978 card- it is from 1976, after Willie was traded from SF to ATL. Note the National league centennial patch on his sleeve. This patch was unique to the 1976 NL season.

    Why they couldn’t use a 1977 photo during his full season in ATL is a mystery. The back ground is a mystery, looks like SF to me based on the color of the seats in the background?

    Maybe the Phil Niekro and Montanez shots are both from the same days in 1976? Same color seats, both have warm up jackets on-but cmon Topps,using two year old photos! Ah, never mind, they are after all, the late 70’s Braves, Biff Pocoroba was their future! ha

    Josh, been wanting to write you, but the email would be way too long, maybe someday, but as a 44 yr old, growing up in NJ, in a disjointed home, your book was hard to put down until I finished!

    I am glad I had all of the other info you have written here prior to the book to fill in the story regarding alot of what you touched upon on in the book.

    The blog here is sort of a way to have an on going extra chapter or epilogue to the book, keep on relating those life stories, I think you see we dig it, and even relate to it!

    Being a long time viewer to the blog on the other site, moving to here, and an occasional poster- congrats- faith can be rewarded, even if it takes a few detours!


  6. I’ve got to say, this post made my day! Thanks.


  7. On today’s Mets broadcast they were talking about first basemen throughout the club’s history. When they got to Montanez, current Mets broadcaster Keith Hernandez spoke about what a good player Montanez was. Then I come to Cardboard Gods and here he is. Someone I’ve barely thought about in 30 years and now two mentions in the same day.

    Everyone always talks about the snatch-catch and the HR trot, but another thing I remember about Montanez is that he was very good whenever he found himself caught in a pickle. I remember he always forced several throws and he even worked his way safe a time or two.

    I think that sums up rooting for the late-70s Mets. We took pride in our guys who could extend rundown plays.



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