Earl Weaver: Words from a baseball master

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /><div class="relative primary-slot padding-top img-border photo-wrapper photo-wrapper" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 10px; margin: 0px; padding: 10px 0px 0px; position: relative;"><img alt="" src="http://www.washingtonpost.com/rf/image_606w/2010-2019/WashingtonPost/2013/01/19/Sports/Images/AP7910040182.jpg" style="border: 1px solid rgb(225, 225, 225); padding: 1px;" /><br /><div class="captionWrap caption" style="font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; max-height: 60px; overflow: hidden; padding: 10px 2px 5px;"><div style="font-size: 1.2em; line-height: 1.4em; padding: 0px;"><span class="photo-credit credit" style="color: #333333; display: inline-block; font-size: 1em; margin-right: 9px; text-align: right;">William A. Smith/ASSOCIATED PRESS -</span> Orioles Manager Earl Weaver and reliever Don Stanhouse ham it up for photographers in the Orioles locker room after beating the Angels to secure the AL pennant in 1979.</div></div></div><div class="module article-toolbar relative border-bottom padding-top-8 padding-bottom-8 margin-bottom-20 margin-top border-top" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-color: rgb(225, 225, 225); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(228, 228, 228); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; line-height: 10px; margin: 10px 0px; padding: 8px 0px 10px; position: relative;"><div class="module byline" style="border-bottom-style: none; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px 0px 17px; padding: 0px; position: relative;"><h3 property="dc.creator" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 1.2em; font-weight: normal; margin: 17px 0px; padding: 0px;">By <span class="author vcard" style="color: #666666;"><span class="fn"><a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/2011/02/24/ABcmlyI_page.html" rel="author" style="color: black; text-decoration: none;">Thomas Boswell</a></span></span>, <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/sports/nationals/earl-weaver-words-from-a-baseball-master/2013/01/19/8e320e6c-626a-11e2-9940-6fc488f3fecd_story.html#license-8e320e6c-626a-11e2-9940-6fc488f3fecd" id="license-8e320e6c-626a-11e2-9940-6fc488f3fecd" rel="item-license" style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"></a><span class="timestamp updated processed" contenttype="article" datetitle="published" epochtime="1358629717000" pagetype="leaf" style="color: #6e6e6e;">Saturday, January 19, <span class="time special" style="color: #cc131e;">1:08 PM</span></span></h3></div><div class="relative" id="article" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative;"><div id="article_body" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><div class="article_body entry-content" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br /><article><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 22px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="dateline"></span>In the 1970s, when female reporters were first allowed in <a data-xslt="_http" href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/sports/nationals" style="color: black;">baseball</a> locker rooms, I was leaving Earl Weaver’s office one night after his smart, sarcastic postmortem of a tough Orioles defeat. I realized that the only woman on the beat, a relative newcomer, had missed Weaver’s performance.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 22px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Entering his office as we all left, she looked worried. Weaver dressed down reporters for dumb questions and at times demanded what you would have done — and why — before he would give his own answer. His office was sometimes a funny place, but also electric with tension: Baseball spoken here.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 22px; padding: 0px;"></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 22px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Eavesdropping is a clubhouse sin. But I wanted to see how cruel Weaver might be. To that point, I’d never met anyone in baseball with much grasp that a female journalist had every right to be there.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 22px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“So,” said Weaver, businesslike, “do you want it all or just the highlights?” And he started repeating his best answers as she wrote.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 22px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><a data-xslt="_http" href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/sports/earl-weaver-former-orioles-manager-dies-at-82/2013/01/19/d6e5c1a0-397d-11e2-a263-f0ebffed2f15_story.html" style="color: black;">Earl Weaver died early Saturday at 82</a>. Whatever you think he was, you’re right. But he was probably also, to some degree, the opposite as well. Whenever you assumed he was a man of his time, defined and limited by immersion in his sport, he often showed he was ahead of the times and also, frequently, ahead of his sport.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 22px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In death, we will see images of his tirades at umpires, be reminded of his funny wisecracks and of his sense of strategy that predated several “Moneyball” theories by a generation. We’ll see a hard, smart man with a Chesapeake crab’s shell, little social polish and a need to overcompensate for his lack of size and ability as a minor league ballplayer. We all saw that.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 22px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But in nine years of covering the Orioles beat, I saw another Weaver, one that doesn’t contradict the first, but rather broadens him. He didn’t open up often, but when he did, you were floored. He knew himself — why he was who he was and why he managed the way he did — as well as anyone I ever covered. We knew he had examined baseball and hadn’t missed much. But he’d also examined himself and analyzed in detail everyone around him, too.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 22px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The distance Weaver kept from his players, with no desire whatsoever to be their friend, but rather to be their leader, was his defining trait to me. That distance gave him authority and made every day at the park feel just a little bit dangerous. What would Earl do? What might he not do, if he felt like it? No contemporary team, in my experience, was on its toes in the sense that Weaver’s Orioles always were.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 22px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Reggie Jackson only played one season for Weaver but said: “I loved the little Weave. If you made a mental mistake, you saw him waiting for you on the top step of the dugout when you came back in. He’d just say one word, ‘Why?’ And you better have an answer. On his team, if you didn’t ‘think the game,’ you had a problem. He was right in your face.”</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 22px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“We are all on speaking terms. We have a little rapport. Not too much,” Weaver told me, regarding his relationships with his players. “You learn the lesson the first day in Class D [what the lowest rung of the minor leagues was once called]. You’re always going to be a rotten bastard, or in my case, a little bastard, as long as you manage. That’s the rule. To keep your job, you fire others or bench them or trade them. You have to do the thinking for 25 guys and you can’t be too close to any of them.”</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 22px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">From: </span><a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/" style="line-height: 1.5em;">http://www.washingtonpost.com</a></div></article></div></div></div><ul class="inline-list" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"></ul></div></div>

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William A. Smith/ASSOCIATED PRESS -  Orioles Manager Earl Weaver and reliever Don Stanhouse ham it up for photographers in the Orioles locke...

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