Year 18, Day 22 - 1/22/26 - Movie #5,222
BEFORE: A documentary tonight (wait, what?) even though the official Doc Block is MONTHS away - well, it's happened before, last year I watched "Will & Harper" in January because it felt right to do so, and I think the year before that there was that doc about Kevin Hart that I worked into the Kevin Hart films in May, also out of season. The linking has to take prominence sometimes - right now my Doc Block is in the early planning stages, there's some work that needs to be done in figuring out which films are streaming on which platforms, therefore which are available to me and which ones are not. Then there's the more tedious process of figuring out who appears in each doc, it's a lot of archive footage to go through. As things stand right now, I want to watch this film and I do NOT see how it's going to connect to the other docs - which would mean I could not watch it without breaking the chain, and the chain is everything.
Bill Murray carries over from "Riff Raff" via archive footage - I mean, there's a good chance that Mr. Murray appears in the Chevy Chase documentary I recorded off CNN, but he's not listed on the IMDB, so I can't be sure. I'd hate to get to July or August and watch the damn movie only to find that as Chevy's replacement on "SNL", they never appeared together. Again, there's probably footage of them both from "Caddyshack" or something, but I don't think they were ever on screen together in that film, either. So we're going to get to this one tonight, bottom line, because it's a sure thing, and there just aren't many of those in life.
THE PLOT: Mike Veeck, son of legendary Major League Baseball team owner Bill Veeck, blows up his father's career and then spends the next few decades learning the value of a second chance.
AFTER: Oh, jeez, I love this documentary so much, I'm so glad I watched it as soon as I could. This film manages to give us the back-story behind not one but TWO of the wildest, wackiest moments in baseball history, and then update us on what happened later to the people responsible. It's not just informative, it's uplifting, heart-breaking and insightful, it's about baseball, sure, but also families and fathers and people who mean well but keep screwing up (relatable) and then trying to redeem themselves, whatever that means.
Wild baseball moment #1 took place August 19, 1951, in the second game of a double-header between the St. Louis Browns and the Detroit Tigers, and the owner of the Browns was a showman who enjoyed publicity stunts, the wackier the better. He'd secretly signed a very short man named Eddie Gaedel on as a player (I could use one of the terms they used back then, but they've fallen out of favor - Eddie was an LP, little person.) Eddie was 3 feet, 7 inches tall, and wore a uniform with the number 1/8 on it. He did stuff around the ballpark like jump out of cakes in promotions for local breweries. But on that day in 1951 we was called in as a pinch-hitter, and the umpire went kind of nuts. But after his signed contract was examined, Gaedel entered the batter's box, with a strike zone about the size of a toaster, less if Gaedel was crouching, which he did. The 6-foot tall pitcher could not get the ball in the strike zone, and Gaedel had been instructed to not swing, under any circumstances. Gaedel took four balls and walked to first, then was replaced by a pinch-runner. That runner didn't score, the Tigers won the game and the next day Gaedel's contract was voided by Major League baseball.
The second wild baseball moment was the infamous "Disco Demolition Night" at Comiskey Park in Chicago, July 12, 1979, another double-header, this time with the Chicago White Sox against the Tigers. Local DJ Steve Dahl had lost his job when his radio station switched formats from rock to disco, so he famously destroyed a copy of "The Hustle" while on air. The White Sox held a "disco night" promotion, where fans could get in for just 99 cents PLUS a disco record, secretly Steve Dahl planned to blow up the dumpsters containing the records between the two games. The promotion worked a bit too well, since the park had a capacity of 44,500 and they drew a crowd of almost 48,000. What could POSSIBLY go wrong? Dahl warmed up the crowd by getting them to chant "disco sucks!" and then the explosives were set off, destroying the records. About 5,000 fans rushed on to the field, some climbed foul poles and others ripped up the grass or destroyed the batting cages. Chicago police in riot gear arrived to restore order, many people were injured or arrested for disorderly conduct. The second game could not be played because of the damage to the field, and so the game was forfeited to Detroit.
Well, it turns out the owner of the Browns in the first story and the owner of the White Sox in the second story were the same guy, Bill Veeck (pronounced "Veck"). At different times he owned different teams, the Brewers and the Indians, the Browns and the White Sox. This was back when a single guy could do that, later on rich people had to form companies and conglomerates to own MLB teams. Veeck was always thinking up various ways to increase attendance, like fireworks after a home team home run or training pigs to deliver the baseballs to the umpires. Basically he thought up a bunch of crazy ideas and liked to have fun. But his son, Mike Veeck, was the "brains" behind Disco Demolition Night and perhaps when his father covered for him, that was really the beginning of the end, Bill sold the White Sox about a year later.
But Bill Veeck was also known for hiring a bunch of contract players away from other teams, giving them "second chances" even if they weren't playing as well as they used to, but then he'd never offer to increase their salaries to retain them, so nobody really worked for him for very long, everyone got to play a bit longer, but they were also disposable. Then I guess free agency came along at some point and the whole game changed. The other great thing that Veeck did was integrate the American League by signing Larry Doby, not too long after Jackie Robinson broke the color barrier in the National League. In addition to baseball Bill Veeck ran the Suffolk Downs racetrack in Massachusetts in the late 1960's, and yes, he did make it into the Baseball Hall of Fame.
After Disco Night, Mike Veeck spent a lot of time drinking, and feeling bad about having blown up his baseball career. F. Scott Fitzgerald is famous for saying there are "no second acts" in American lives, but Fitzgerald was kind of also full of shit. Who hasn't messed up so bad that they had to change jobs, or leave town, or move out of their apartment in the middle of the night? But this is a free country, you can go to the next job in the next town or move in with your next spouse and screw Fitzgerald, you can have a third, fourth, fifth chance if you want to - hell we've had Presidents like George W. Bush, how many jobs did he screw up, in addition to running the Texas Rangers baseball team? He failed up all the way to the White House!
So eventually Mike Veeck got back into baseball, because running teams and stadiums and baseball promotions was what he knew. Also relatable, how many of us have tried to do something very different from our parents, only to end up working in a related field? I did not want to become a truck driver like my father, so I went to film school and a couple years later I was working on music videos, but as a PA, driving a van and picking up supplies and equipment for shoots, and damn if being a truck driver of sorts didn't find me anyway. (So I got into animation, no driving involved... but after 30 years of working in animation I had to get out for mental health reasons, and now I do something different. I'm also on my second or third act.
Mike became an executive with the St. Paul Saints, a small team in Minnesota in the Northern League - like his father, he signed a lot of players who needed a second chance to play the game, or who maybe didn't get their first chance yet. He signed Ila Borders, the first woman to pitch in Minor League Baseball, he also signed Dave Stevens, a player with no legs (that's a whole other story right there, probably) and when Darryl Strawberry was let go from the NY Mets after a DUI, no other team would sign him, except the St. Paul Saints. Darryl was happy just to play some more, and eventually found his love of the game again and went and played for the Yankees.
In 1998, when they expanded the number of MLB teams, Mike Veeck worked as VP of marketing for the brand-new Tampa Bay Rays, but during their first game ever, he couldn't resist arranging the setting off of fireworks, in their domed stadium. The smoke from the fireworks lingered in the stadium, as the ventilation system wasn't working right, and it prevented the outfielders from tracking fly balls. As a result the Rays lost their first-ever game and well, let's just say Veeck didn't hold that job for long.
There's so much more family stuff here that I don't want to spoil, but Veeck kind of learned along the way to be a better husband and father, his relationship with his daughter is some of that simultaneously uplifting and heartbreaking stuff I mentioned before. No spoilers here though. But Mike enjoyed working with his two kids at the games of the Charleston RiverDogs, the single-A affiliate of the Tampa Bay Rays. If you happen to be a fan of this new form of baseball played by the Savannah Bananas, or enjoy what goes on at minor league games, probably we wouldn't have any of their antics, or those sausage races, or bobblehead promotion nights, if not for the Veecks, who believed in their hearts that baseball was always supposed to be, you know, fun.
It's a little bit confusing that Mike Veeck is interviewed here, but also plays his own father in the re-enactment footage, while actor Charlie Day plays the young Mike Veeck. Bill Murray was also a co-founder and co-owner of the St. Paul Saints, until 2023 or so, and would often appear at their games to hand out programs or such, there's footage of him doing that, which makes it possible for me to include this film here AND now I've perfectly set up the new Wes Anderson film, which I can watch later tonight, after my shift at the theater - or, you know, probably very early tomorrow morning, whichever. But GO WATCH THIS FILM on Netflix if you get the chance.
Directed by Jeff Malmberg (producer of "Welcome to Marwen") & Morgan Neville (director of "Roadrunner: A Film About Anthony Bourdain" and "Won't You Be My Neighbor?")
Also starring Mike Veeck, Charlie Day (last seen in "Fool's Paradise"), Darryl Strawberry (last seen in "Knuckleball!"), Andrea M. Anderson, Elliot Berk, Tom Billett, Ila Borders, Dave Dombrowski, Abigail Gore, Marianne Haaland, Annie Huidekoper, Lamar Johnson, Kyd Kalin, Neal Karlen, Max Kassidy, Tony LaRussa, Howard M. Lockie, David Lowe, Eliza Hayes Maher, Mera Malmberg, Michael Joseph Pierce, Gary Private, Christopher Matthew Spencer, Dave Stevens, Libby Veeck, Night Train Veeck, Dripp Vegas, Fran Zeuli,
with narration by Jeff Daniels (last seen in "Super/Man: The Christopher Reeve Story"), and archive footage of Harry Caray, Steve Dahl (last seen in "Mr. Saturday Night"), Larry Doby, Eddie Gaedel, Sister Rosalind Gefre, Peter Jennings (last seen in "Rather"), Kevin Millar, Satchel Paige (last seen in "42"), Mike Tirico, Bill Veeck, Rebecca Veeck, Don Wardlow,
RATING: 8 out of 10 uniforms with shorts (a terrible idea when you realize players need to slide into third base)