Baseball’s season has reached the last series before the all star break. Pennant races are heating up, and teams are preparing for both the annual player draft and the trade deadline. At the baseball book club we never run out of things to talk when it comes to America’s game. At this point in the season, we take part in a group read to make up for the lull in the action. This year, the Los Angeles Dodgers are once again leading the National League western division although they are challenged by strong teams for a chance to go the World Series. Like many teams, the Dodgers have been beset by injuries, especially to their pitching staff, as organizations navigate the changing usage of pitchers’ arms on a yearly basis. One member of the Dodgers is notably absent, one Clayton Christopher Kershaw, who has logged over 2100 innings on his left arm. Andy McCullough writes that Kershaw is part of a dying breed, a staff ace who wants the ball every fifth day determined to finish the games he starts. As he recovers from an injury that would have finished most careers, Kershaw is set to make the first start of his season this Sunday in a minor league rehabilitation appearance. With his presence in the Dodgers dugout looming hoping to put the team over the top once again, I sensed the time was right to read what Andy McCullough has to say about Kershaw, the last of the staff aces.
Clayton Kershaw is what many would call an All-American boy. Top ten draft pick spending minimal time in the minors. Polite, as well put together as possible, dating the same girlfriend since he started high school. This boy rose to stardom to become the best pitcher of his generation. I am not a Los Angeles Dodgers fan by any means although I would read about the Brooklyn version of the team in my sleep, and, yet, I have always been a fan of Kershaw. Maybe it is his story of overcoming a broken home and finding a family, earning his slice of the American dream. Former Dodgers’ pitching coach Rick Honeycutt notes that if he had a daughter and Kershaw wasn’t married, then that is who he would have allowed his daughter to marry. No swearing, always on time, strong work ethic down to the most minute detail of his five day routine, it is little wonder to those who knew him as a teenager that he would get to where he is today. Is that why I am a fan? I admit to having animosity toward opposing teams’ position players, often calling them sleaze bags. This borderline venom does not usually translate to opposing teams’ pitchers. I’m the kid who would stay up to watch no hitters and be at the edge of my seat for them, and as they’ve become a rarity, I appreciate them even more. Kershaw has only thrown one of those in his career. No, the reason why I have always been a fan of Kershaw besides the fact that he has spent his entire career thus far on one team is that Kershaw is a lefty, and what a lefty at that.
My husband says that I am so left handed that I am disabled. He might be right, but I always retort that only left handed people are in their right mind. Kershaw had to be in his right mind growing up. His parents divorced the year he turned ten, his father remarrying and slowly fading from his life. His mother could barely cobble together money to pay the bills, often borrowing from his teammates’ parents. To become accomplished in that environment, one would have to have tunnel vision and he did- no swearing, smoking, no drinking until he turned twenty one, only one girlfriend who he later married. This tunnel vision of living on a five day cycle from the time he was in high school is what lead Kershaw to where he is today. Would he have been as successful coming from an “all American” home remains to be seen, but early on providing for his mother and overcoming poverty is what drove him to success. After establishing a fast ball, curve, and later a slider under Honeycutt’s tutelage, Kershaw as a twenty year old was set to become the face of a changing Dodgers’ team, transitioning from only acquiring high priced players to developing those of their own. Kershaw debuted at age twenty in 2008; pundits thought his arm was the second coming of Koufax, my favorite all time non Cubs’ player. I will leave it to readers to figure out why. If Kershaw is the second coming of Koufax, the Dodgers’ hopes and dreams riding on him, it is little wonder why I would love to watch him pitch despite the time difference. His left arm has made him one of the best pitchers of this generation, putting fear in opposing lineups for the last sixteen years. Not bad for a kid who did not know where his next meal was coming from.
Despite the awards and accolades, the strikeouts and wins, Kershaw has only won the World Series once. That was in 2020, and thankfully the author does not delve into this. If the league is giving out hardware, that is legit. Kershaw has always divided his time into five day cycles. He is as amped up for a weekday in June against a last place team as he is for a late season weekend showdown against the rival Giants. This preparation has not fared him well in the post season. Since 2011, Kershaw has been responsible for many of the Dodgers’ postseason failures. The media has placed most of the blame on his shoulders, fairly or not. Great ones across society will be deemed responsible for both victories and defeats, that’s just how it is. The Los Angeles media being the metropolis that it is only exacerbates the issue, but it is hard to call a pitcher a choke artist when his team struggles to score runs. In this changing era of pitcher usage, the wins and losses statistic has become dubious. A pitcher can take a “loss” when he might give up one run on three hits for an entire game but his team failed to score any runs behind him. One year before the Dodgers became the juggernaut that they are, Kershaw homered on opening day when he saw his team was not hitting. To say that he is a postseason goat might be an unfair assessment. His regular season performance speaks for itself, and there are many of the great ones who never make it to the postseason. The author presents the facts and allows readers to assess playoff Kershaw for themselves. He is his own worst critic, and the feeling he must have felt after 2020 was that of elation mixed with relief, the other years’ melting away.
As Kershaw prepares for his first start of this season in hopes of rescuing the Dodgers, he has a huge milestone on the horizon- needing only 59 strikeouts to reach 3,000 for his career. Koufax never reached it, his career cut short by injuries. When asked if the number means anything, Kershaw just shrugs. What matters are his children and extended family and the chance to see them grow up. He has run his charity giving back to his community for the duration of his career, winning the coveted Clemente Award as a younger player. The charity will be there when he hangs up the cleats, as will the extended community the Kershaw family created for themselves in Highland Park, Texas. It is little wonder to me that a baseball lifer like Rick Honeycutt would have allowed his fictitious daughter to date Clayton Kershaw; he is all that meets the eye, despite his minute attention to detail down to his turkey sandwich on game days. If that is his one quirk, so be it. But, if he comes back strong and leads the Dodgers back to a title, with the now super team they have established, perhaps he will come back for one last hurrah. He is entitled to a last season to soak it in, achieving over 200 victories and on the doorstep of 3,000 strikeouts en route to a place in Cooperstown, truly one of the last of the staff aces of his generation, the likes of which we will probably never see again.
4+ stars