Let’s get something clear right from the get-go – I am very biased when it comes to who I think the greatest left-hander of all time is; and no, it is not Clayton Kershaw. Without question, hesitation or even a second thought, that honorable distinction belongs to Brooklyn born Hall of Fame left-hander Sandy Koufax, the Greatest Of All Time … or GOAT, as kids say these days.
Granted, there are many other great lefties who are immortalized in the sacred Halls of Cooperstown, but none – again in my very biased opinion – come even remotely close to the man who was affectionately called ‘The Left Arm of God’.
Need proof? How about these numbers from Sandy’s 12-year Hall of Fame career:
- A career 165-87 record for an insane .655 winning percentage
- An equally insane career ERA of 2.76
- A total of 314 games started
- An absolutely impossible 137 complete games
- 9,497 total batters faced
- 204 total home runs allowed
- 817 total walks issued
- A career WHIP of 1.106
- And last but not least, 2,396 career strikeouts
But wait, there’s more!
Of his 12 major league seasons, nine were in Los Angeles after the team moved from Brooklyn following the 1957 season. Of those nine seasons, five were after the Dodgers moved into their new home at Dodger Stadium in 1962, where he only did this:
‘The Left Arm of God’ indeed.
Although my father was a die-hard Cubs (and Bears) fan, having been born and raised in Chicago, he moved our entire family to Burbank, California in 1951 two years before I was born. As such, whenever the Cubs would roll into town to play the Dodgers after their move to Los Angeles, he would take my brothers and me to (first) the L.A. Memorial Coliseum and (later) to Dodger Stadium to watch his beloved Cubbies play. However, because of our tender age at the time, my brother Tom and I grew up as 100 percent die-hard Dodger fans. Needless to say, we also grew up as 100 percent die-hard Sandy Koufax and Don Drysdale fans as well; a fact that we never hesitated to share with our father about.
To be perfectly honest, I was actually more of a Drysdale fan than a Koufax fan as a youngster, hence the nickname FanSince53, which also happens to be the year of my birth. That being said, it is impossible to describe how incredibly excited – and blessed – I was to meet Sandy Koufax one-on-one while attending LAD Adult Baseball Camp in Vero Beach, Florida (his hometown) in 2011. Awestruck, I said the only thing I could think of at the time to the GOAT: “Thank you for giving me the some of greatest memories of my life.” Being his ever-so-humble self, he simply replied:“You’re welcome.”
Fortunately for every Sandy Koufax fan, and there are many, he still shows up at Dodger Stadium from time to time. In fact, it was he and Hall of Fame manager Tommy Lasorda who unveiled Vin Scully’s plaque in The Ring of Honor at Dodger Stadium this past season on May 3, 2017, the 10th such person to be so honored.
Happy 82nd Birthday, Sandy.
…and once again, Thank you for giving me the some of greatest memories of my life.
He is the Dodger love of my life and I agree with every word you say about him. It would make my Dodger life if I could just meet him 1 time.
Can’t argue with a thing you said. I grew up with Sandy (and Don) pitching for the Dodgers. I only made it to one game when he pitched, but it was a perfect spot to appreciate him. Second level right behind home plate. Sitting between two GOAT’S, Sandy in front and down, Vinny above and a bit behind.
My memory may be overloaded on this but I seem to remember Jocko Conlan being behind the plate in that game too.
Regarding “overloaded memory”: It’s not true that as we get old our memories get bad. It’s just that we have so many memories it’s often hard to find the right one.
His greatness really came out in his last two seasons. Pitching in severe pain he had 27 complete games in each. His perfect game, then a month later the game I consider his greatest. World Series, game 7, two days rest, only his fastball working for him: Sandy shuts out the Twins.
That game is on youtube, if anyone wants to see it.
He’s still honored in Brooklyn, by those who remember him and the ones who are told of him.