Cleveland Stadium
Cleveland Stadium,Municipal Stadium,Cleveland,OH,US
Ball Park First Game
Date – 08/07/1932 (7)
Starting Pitchers – vs. Athletics: 07/31/1932
Final Score 1-0 (PHA)
Attendance – 76,979
Starting Pitchers Mel Harder (CLE); Lefty Grove (PHA)
First Batter – Max Bishop (PHA) Result – Singled
First Hits – Max Bishop (PHA),Singled
First Run – Max Bishop (PHA)
First RBI – Mickey Cochrane (PHA)
First Homerun – Johnny Burnett (CLE) vs. Tommy Thomas (WS1) on 08/07/1932 (6th inning)
First Grandslam – Willie Kamm (CLE) vs. Firpo Marberry (WS1) on 09/18/1932 (3rd inning)
First Inside Park Homerun – Johnny Burnett (CLE) vs. Johnny Welch (BOS) on 09/14/1932 (8th inning)
First No Hitter – Don Black (CLE) vs. Athletics on 07/10/1947
Ball Park Lasts
Last Game – vs. White Sox: 10/03/1993, Final Score – 4-0 (CHA)
Attendance – 72,390
Starting Pitchers – Charles Nagy (CLE); Jason Bere (CHA), Winning Pitcher – Jason Bere (CHA) Losing Pitcher – Charles Nagy (CLE)
Last Batter – Mark Lewis (CLE), result – Struck Out
Last Hit – Drew Denson (CHA), Singled to LF (8)
Last Run – Joey Cora (CHA), Last RBI – Frank Thomas (CHA)
Last HR – Albert Belle (CLE) vs. Jose DeLeon (CHA) on 10/2/1993 (8th inning)
Last Grand Slam – Carlos Baerga (CLE) vs. Joe Boever (OAK) on 07/20/1993 (3rd inning)
Last Inside The Park Homerun – Mel Hall (CLE) vs. Rick Honeycutt (OAK) on 07/06/1988 (7th inning)
Last No Hitter – Dave Stieb (TOR) vs. Indians on 09/02/1990
TRIVIA –
On July 17, 1941 Joe DiMaggio went 0 for 3 with a walk against Al Smith and Jim Bagby to break his 56-game hitting streak; On June 17, 1960 Ted Williams recorded his 500th career home run with a third-inning blast off Wynn Hawkins.
FIRST IMPRESSION
You have to admire its perseverance, a tired, old concrete-and-steel edifice that stood up to a depression, a burning river, economic turmoil, bad baseball and the ill winds that blow relentlessly off Lake Erie. Municipal Stadium was a tough old bird, massive, imposing and scarred from years of neglect and abuse. It also was a proud remnant of a bygone era, when ballparks were measured as much by size and function as by charm and charisma.
Imposing had given way to clunky and awkward by 1993, when the stadium finally closed its gates to baseball after more than six decades. But through most of its existence, it had been a perfect match for a tough, no-frills, factory-dominated city in the middle of America’s iron belt. It was huge, unpretentious and lacking in the physical quirks and nuances that gave other early-era ballparks personality. It was, in the truest sense, a stadium — a downtown sports arena that survived 62 years of erratic lakefront weather without a lot of love or tender care.
You noticed quickly that Cleveland Stadium had not been pampered like Fenway Park or showered with Wrigley Field-like affection. This was a hulking, horseshoe-shaped fortress with a nondescript sandstone facade and protruding buildings that served as business and ticket offices. On a clear summer afternoon, with the sun glistening off Lake Erie, it looked like a big, beached white whale. The first sign of baseball life was an elevated welcome sign featuring a smiling, toothy Chief Wahoo, bat cocked and ready to smack a long one into the unpaved parking lot.
The smile was misguided. The inside concourses were dingy, damp, concrete walkways and corridors that circled and branched endlessly to points unknown. Bathrooms were tiny, concession stands were small and boxes were stacked in corners like the remainders of a past life stored in someone’s attic. The first sense of a grand stadium with a historic aura did not come until you reached the field area.
It was hard to get past that first, overwhelming feeling of huge. A double-decked, roofed grandstand filled with small, wooden seats rose up around you like a protective shield, giving you a sense of enclosure. But any claustrophobic fears were quickly relieved by the open center field, through which upper-deck fans on the right field side could get an angled view of the lake.
SIGNATURE FEATURES
At the open end were a big scoreboard and some of the most famous bleacher seats in sports — the infamous Dawg Pound section that tormented football opponents of the Cleveland Browns. For baseball, these bleachers were in dead center field, 470 feet from home plate, a target no batted ball ever reached.
The seats in the back row of the bleachers were farther away from home plate than any other seats in baseball and the scoreboard, more than 500 feet from fans behind the plate, was hard to see and a very basic blend of information and scores.
The original dimensions of the symmetrical field were imposing — 470 feet to center, 463 in the power alleys and 322 down both lines. But owner Bill Veeck installed a foul-line-to-foul- line inner fence in 1947 that cut the center-field distance to 410 and the power alleys to 385. The distances were tailored over the years to Indians talent, and the area between the fence and the bleachers was used for standing-room, a garden and eventually a family picnic grounds.
Economic hard times and weak teams hurt the Indians and lack of upkeep and renovation doomed the stadium, which was sarcastically dubbed “The Mistake by the Lake.”
In retrospect, that’s harsh. While the stadium might have been lacking in physically distinctive features, it was easy to get lost in its history — the distinctive Bob Feller windup, the ghosts of Early Wynn, Mike Garcia, Bob Lemon and Feller, who pitched the Indians to an incredible 111 wins in 1954. Names like Doby, Rosen, Colavito, Easter, Averill, Wertz, Trosky, Thornton and, of course, Boudreau assaulted the brain like the rhythmic pounding of superfan John Adams’ excited drumbeats.
There’s no denying Cleveland Stadium lived most of its life as a haggard, worn-down super-structure from the 1930s — a charmless albatross to disbelieving visitors. But it’s also hard to deny Cleveland fans their special moments. There is, after all, no place like home.
QUOTABLE
“The stadium is perfect. It is the only baseball park I know where the spectator can see clearly from any seat. This is perfection.” — commissioner Kenesaw Mountain Landis
