Bush Sr. Reminisces About His College World Series Days

written by Joe Guzzardi is a Society for American Baseball Research member

For the next three weeks, baseball fans will have a chance to see the game played the way it should be. The NCAA’s best college nines, well-schooled in fundamental baseball, will display their talent in Omaha at the annual College World Series.

Given the choice between watching the College or Major League World Series, I would unhesitantly pick a college. Even in the CWS’ opening rounds, the players demonstrate an ability to advance the runner, hit the cut-off man and lay down a bunt, skills that too often elude multimillion-dollar ML–players. If the college players donned major league uniforms, fans couldn’t tell the difference. Many of the college pitchers throw over 90 miles per hour and field their positions flawlessly.

The CWS has a rich tradition that dates back to 1947 when Kalamazoo, Michigan, hosted the event. Two players from that year final that pitted the California Golden Bears against the Yale Bulldogs went on to achieve outstanding success in their professional careers: Jackie Jensen, with the New York Yankees, Boston Red Sox and Washington Senators, and George Herbert Walker Bush, United States president.

Although Jensen pitched for the Golden Bears, by the time he was named the American League’s Most Valuable Player in 1958, he played outfield. Bush, nicknamed “Poppy,” was a slick-fielding, no-hit first baseman and a recently returned decorated World War II hero who earned the Distinguished Flying Cross, three Air Medals and a Presidential Unit Citation.

In the series opener, Jensen came through with a pinch-hit single to drive in Cal’s game-tying run. Red Mathews, Yale’s third baseman, recalled that Jensen was “… strong and fast and big. I was very impressed with him.” The game wasn’t close for long. The Golden Bears scored 11 runs in the top of the ninth to win easily; Cal 17, Yale 4.

Then as now, the series finally had a best two of three formats. In the next day’s deciding doubleheader, Jensen started the opener. The “Golden Boy,” as Jensen was known, gave up a run in the first inning but then held Yale in check until the bottom of the fourth. The Bulldogs made a fatal mistake when manager Ethan Allen ordered Cal’s number eight hitter walked to face Jensen. Years later, Bush recalled that: “He [Jensen] hit one that’s still rolling out there in Kalamazoo.”

Eventually, Jensen tired and was lifted in the bottom of the fourth with the score tied, 4-4. In the end, the Bears prevailed 8-7. Bears’ relief pitcher Virgil Butler struck out Bush, 0 for 7 in the series, to end the game. As Butler later joked: “On the last pitch, I struck out George Bush on a curveball. I got my 15 minutes of glory!”

In January 1960, after only 11 mostly outstanding years in professional baseball and his career declining because of his air travel anxiety, Jensen retired. While Jensen starred on the baseball diamond, his later life was plagued by personal and financial misfortune. He was married to and divorced from Zoe Ann Olson, an Olympic diving star. By 1974, however, Jensen returned to Berkeley to coach his beloved Golden Bears who he led to more than 100 wins. But in 1982, age 55, Jensen died from his second heart attack in two months.

Bush, on the other hand, turns 94 on June 12. His political resume includes two terms in the U.S. House of Representatives, stints as the U.S. Ambassador to the United Nations and Director of the Central Intelligence Agency, two terms as Vice President and one term as President.

As for his CWS memories, Bush disputes his teammates’ criticism that he couldn’t hit. According to Bush, he batted about .250. Bush added, “And I think if I were playing today in the bigs, I’d probably get about $8 million a year for that.”

Many other CWS superstars followed Jensen’s ML–career path, and some reached the Cooperstown Hall of Fame. Among the most well-known are Dave Winfield, Barry Larkin, Mike Schmidt and Paul Molitor. But only “Poppy” reached the White House.

FOOTNOTE: Joe Guzzardi is a Society for American Baseball Research member. 

This article was posted by the City-County Observer without opinion, bias or editing.

PUTRID PORRIDGE

GAVEL GAMUT By Jim Redwine

As this is a family newspaper I cannot recite the W.C. Fields (1880–1946) actual quotation about why he did not drink water. However, after spending two full days removing a winter’s worth of sludge from Peg’s above ground pool I side with W.C. My first clue as to the toxicity of the greenish, quivering mass clinging to the Walmart plastic liner was when my friend Paul Axton, who is a Department of Natural Resources officer, stopped by to retrieve the racoon trap he had loaned me. Paul smelled the acrid fumes rising from the pool and walked over to investigate.

“Jim have you notified the E.P.A. about this concoction? It may require Congressional oversight to remove this junk. If this gets into the wrong hands terrorists may be able to use it for untold mayhem.”

“No, Paul, but Peg has already ordered me to get in that knee-deep filth and prepare the pool for swimming. According to Peg, as the man of JPeg Ranch, the gods have ordained it is my duty. Peg has already cleared the disposal with the Health Department and the Department of Defense. Thanks for your concern; would you like to join me?”

“Gee, I would but I told my sister, Judy, I would help her with her racoon problem. But feel free to call me any other time.”

In past years Peg has just bypassed my reluctant involvement in removing the winter’s accumulation of dead organisms, crop dust, and floating debris. However, Peg thoughtlessly fell off the ladder when she started to clean it last week and re-injured the knee she broke skiing 22 years ago. She claims it hurts and Dr. Matthew Lee took her side and ordered her on bed rest for two weeks. To make matters worse, Dr. Lee then sent her to an orthopedic surgeon who agreed.

I gently reminded her she had skied on down a huge mountain in Utah when she broke her leg and maybe she could just ignore the medical profession’s opinion and the pain. I cannot repeat her response due once again to that family newspaper thing.

Anyway, my weekend was filled with two days of shop vacs, mops, Clorox, white vinegar, long handled brooms and water hoses. It was so gay to watch globs of unidentified multi-colored crude having the consistency and smell of the contents of used diapers ooze off the plastic floor through the vacuum, into the bucket then hoisted over the pool wall into the yard. My guess is every varmint within miles will think a grand smorgasbord has been laid out for them. Of course, the grass immediately began to wither and turn yellow.

Well, Gentle Reader, I know Peg’s injury and its unfortunate consequences may concern you, but, do not worry, I’ll be alright.

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