Jerry Martin

April 22, 2010

What could possibly be better than to be a starting centerfielder for a major league team? And yet, Jerry Martin, who held just such a position for the Chicago Cubs at the time of this 1980 card, wears an expression that makes it seem like he’s counting the hours left in his shift at the circus, where he’s employed to brush the teeth of tigers and give elephants enemas.

According to the back of this card, life was getting better and better for Jerry Martin. The son of a major leaguer, Barney Martin (who pitched briefly for the Reds in the 1950s), Jerry had broken in with the Phillies in 1974, playing just 13 games, and then had gotten more and more chances at bat with each succeeding year as the Phillies developed into a National League powerhouse. The card suggests that he played an important supporting role for the Phillies as they won three division titles in a row from 1976 through 1978. In the first of those seasons he appeared in 130 games despite logging just 121 at-bats, evidence of his usefulness as a late-inning defensive replacement for lead-footed fly-ball mangler Greg Luzinski. In 1977 he got nearly a hundred more at-bats, occasionally platooning with Bake McBride, and hit a respectable .260 with some power, and in 1978 he got even more playing time and responded with new career highs in homers and batting average while, as the bullet points at the bottom of the back of the card relate, also hitting three pinch-hit home runs during the regular season and a fourth in the playoffs. Finally, in 1979, he got his chance to be an everyday player upon being traded to the Chicago Cubs, and he upped his career singe-season high in batting average to .272 while smacking 19 home runs and 34 doubles.

But on the front of the card, he seems to be considering his life and saying, I want out. 

In fact, that’s exactly what he said, publicly, just before the start of the 1980 season, according to a 2006 story on The Baseball Think Factory about that year’s putrid edition of the Cubs. Martin had been promised a five-year contract if he proved himself capable of handling a regular centerfielder gig. His 1979 season, though not the stuff of legends, certainly seemed a decent showing for a regular centerfielder, and yet Cubs brass did not come through with the contract they’d promised. Worse, the Cubs general manager, Bob Kennedy, publicly denigrated Martin, saying that his disgruntled player “was not even a center fielder. He’s a left fielder playing center.” 

The Cubs did not comply with Martin’s demand to be traded, and Martin manned centerfield for another season as the Cubs lost 98 games. Martin managed to hit 19 homers again, but slumped to a .227 batting average. After a season back in part-time duty with the Giants in 1981, Martin got one more year as a regular, with the Kansas City Royals in 1982, but his time in Kansas City powder blue would be much more widely associated with his arrest the following year for attempting to buy cocaine along with Willie Wilson, Willie Mays Aikens, and Vida Blue. All four players spent ninety days in prison and were suspended from baseball for the 1984 season by manager Bowie Kuhn. The suspensions were reduced on appeal, and Martin hooked on with the New York Mets. It would be his last season in the majors. Considering the following two anecdotes stemming from that season, from the Jerry Martin memory page at the great Ultimate Mets Database site, you have to conclude that life’s glum eventualities are unavoidable, even for gods:

vemmerf: I grew up 30 minutes from Shea. [Martin] rented a house in my neighborhood for the summer . . . and my buddy and I looked in the yearbook and found the name of some assistant to the PR director and called Martin, saying we were that guy. We told him we were shooting a commercial for Banner Day and we wanted him to be a part. He fell hook line and sinker. Feel kinda bad about it, but it was better than egging his house.

Shari: I remember this poor shnook getting the call to pinch hit in the bottom of the ninth . . .  he struck out, and he got booed the whole way back to the dugout. That was the last time I think I ever saw him as a Met. He was trying to make a comeback after being in re-hab. I was at the game, and I just remember feeling really sorry for him, as he hung his head in shame and took the slow stroll back to the dugout.


Couple of book-related things: Josh Spilker (not a lazily conceived pseudonym, I swear) has a feature at Impose Magazine on my recent reading list. Elsewhere, Tom Hoffarth of the L.A. Daily News reviews Cardboard Gods (and Dave Jamieson’s book Mint Condition).


  1. There was nothing more bleak than a game between the Cubs and the Mets around 1979-1980 at Shea Stadium. Everything felt depressing, the uniforms, the players, and the atmosphere.

    You have to feel sorry for Martin, he left the Phillies right before they went to the World Series to go to the Cubs.

    Martin was part of the trade that brought Manny Trillo and who became a big part of that 1980 team.

  2. Did I read that right? You’re writing a book about Bad News Bears?

  3. Yes, specifically The Bad News Bears in Breaking Training. Still working a few things out with making that project 100% official, but I’ve been having a lot of fun working on it.

  4. After the four Royals were convicted, the team’s next visit to Chicago came with a not particularly warm reception from the ruthless White Sox fans. Someone even hung a banner at old Comiskey Park that said, “Hey Royals: Don’t Snort the Foul Lines.”

  5. It’s interesting to me how big that Pittsburgh drug trial was at the time–and all the various cocaine issues–and how relatively forgotten they are now. When Darrell Porter came back from his rehab stint (it must have been 1980, maybe?) there was a lot of apprehension how he’d be treated (welcomed back with open arms) and five years later it was easier to name the guys not connected with cocaine than list the ones who were.

  6. I was just flipping through Who Shot Rock & Roll, and there’s a picture of REM from ’84, with Mike Mills wearing a Bad News Bears in Breaking Training T-shirt. I just found it online–hard to tell in this version but here it is: http://www.lauralevine.com/photography/gallery/remBBQ.php

  7. gedmaniac: That picture is my second favorite thing this week after Darnell McDonald.

  8. gedmaniac, as I am reading your comment about R.E.M. KEXP.org is coincidentally playing “Nightswimming” by R.E.M.

  9. Pardon my extreme randomness, but what I really noticed about this card is Jerry’s signature. With that weird little dot at the end of the crossing-his-t flourish, half of his last name looks a lot like a Pac Man ghost. Inky? Blinky? Pinky…. Clyde?

  10. That’s awesome, Josh. I won’t bother with any of the dozen of specific questions that Just popped into my head.

  11. I cannot think of a more fitting bibliographer for Kelly Leak and the Bears, Josh. You have pre-sold that work to at least one customer already. Please keep us briefed.

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