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Oooh, You Dirty Rat
2008-01-31 16:20
by Alex Belth
Note: The Bronx Banter blog has moved to bronxbanterblog.com.

In getting to know Ray Negron, nothing surprised me more than his portrait of Billy Martin as a loyal, big-hearted friend. As much as I admire Martin's talents as a manager, I've generally subscribed to John Schulian's classic description of Martin as a rat studying to be a mouse. Schulian has been a newspaper man in Chicago and Baltimore and Washington D.C., a magazine writer for S.I. and GQ, a script writer for "L.A. Law," and is the creator of "Xena: Warrior Princess," the pop Lesbian icon. Recently, I came across his review of Peter Golenbock's second Martin book (Golenbock ghosted Martin's best-selling autobiography, "Number 1"), "Wild, High and Tight." He doesn't mince words:

One reads of the mess Billy Martin called his life and wonders how he ever found time for baseball. He was a relentless boozer, a sucker puncher and a chippy chaser, and the sum of his personal ugliness overwhelmed whatever good he did for the New York Yankees.

Even after Martin died in a drunken-driving accident on Christmas Day, 1989, his evil could still be felt. He had anticipated his demise, it seems, by plotting against a sister who had somehow offended him. If she dared to show up at his funeral, he wanted his daughter to spit in her face.

He reveled in his public image as a stand-up guy who backed down to no man. But that was all part of the testosterone-fueled myth that consumed the feral creature who was born Alfred Manuel Martin Jr. If you make it through Peter Golenbock's Wild, High and Tight, you will find a decidedly different Martin, one who lacked the strength to prevent his own emasculation at the hands of a tyrannical boss and a scheming wife.

His boss was George Steinbrenner, who got nailed for making illegal contributions to Richard Nixon's re-election campaign and reigns as the most hated man in New York sports for his boorish ownership of the Yankees. Steinbrenner hired and fired Martin five times as the Yanks' manager, all the while maintaining that he was trying to help poor Billy and succeeding only in establishing a certain sickness in both of them.

Martin changed wives as if they were socks until he got to his fourth, a photographer and equestrian who beguiled him with her sexual prowess and turned what Steinbrenner had left of his mind to pudding.

Martin deserved her. He deserved Steinbrenner, too. He even deserved Wild, High and Tight, and that may be the cruelest thing anyone can say of the man.

For this is an unpleasant, artless piece of business, bloated in the extreme at 544 pages and devoid of literary or journalistic merit except for the case Golenbock makes that Martin was driving the day he died, not the buddy who lived to take the fall for him. The rest of the time, Golenbock proves just what he has in each of his 14 previous books: He is a writer only because he has a tape recorder that works.

Ouch.

Which brings me to my favorite Martin story from "Number One," about how his mother threw his father out of the house when she was pregnant because she found out that he was fooling around with a 15-year old girl.

"To this day, and she's older than eighty, she hasn't forgiven him. She told me, 'I'm going to outlive that son of a bitch, and when they bury him, I'm going to the funeral, and in front of all his friends and relatives, I'm going to pull up my dress and piss on his grave."

That's no lady...that's me muddah.

Comments
2008-01-31 19:11:03
1.   Rich
I question the utility (not to mention the decency) of trashing a person when they are no longer around to defend themselves.

I can't comment on Martin's relationship with his wife, but it's apparent that George had the power over what Martin coveted most, the Yankee managerial job, which he dangled on a string, pulling it back as necessary to control his behavior, which probably only exacerbated Martin's problems with alcohol.

Some years ago, I was with some friends at a hotel bar in New Jersey. We saw Martin, and sent him a drink. He looked none too pleased as he waved in our direction, probably, in retrospect, because it wasn't easy to control his drinking when people kept putting free alcohol in front of him.

2008-01-31 19:13:05
2.   Josh Wilker
Schulian compiled some of his baseball writing into a great slim book called Twilight of the Longball Gods. A lot of good stuff about forgotten minor league heroes:

http://tinyurl.com/yswlpw

2008-01-31 19:14:25
3.   Chyll Will
Wow... sounds like a whole lot of people need a hug.
2008-01-31 19:20:53
4.   wsporter
That sounds like half of one bitchin cat fight.
2008-01-31 20:25:37
5.   joejoejoe
I loved both The Bronx Zoo and Number One by Peter Golenbock. Being in the right place with the right people with a tape recorder in hand is better than being Shakespeare with your head up your ass. Your link to Schulian says "He was tired of the traveling, tired of living out of hotels, and he was tired of "interviewing naked men" and dealing with sports figures who sometimes had the intelligence and social conscience of half-bright pigeons." Uhhh...I'm pretty sure nobody put a gun to your head to be a sportswriter Mr. Schulian.
2008-02-01 00:43:17
6.   Eric Enders
5 You're pretty much grasping at straws if the only thing you can find to criticize about someone is the fact that they tried a job for a few years, didn't like it, and decided to do something else.
2008-02-01 04:05:35
7.   williamnyy23
Shulian sounds like the typical frustrated sportswriter who thinks he is above both his subjects and his readers. In that retrospect, Billy Martin, for all his fatal flaws, was a bigger man then he'll ever be.

As for good books that give a glimpse into Billy, I think Roger Kahn's October Men does a nice job.

6 Seems like his career as a sportswriter lasted longer than a "few years". I find it kind of amusing that a man who graduated to Xena Warrior Princess would so freely look down upon others.

2008-02-01 05:45:24
8.   RZG
You're harping on Schulian (the messenger) but passing on Golenbock? His next book that isn't ridden with inaccuracies will be his first one. At least Schulian's track record isn't as poor as Golenbock's.
2008-02-01 05:55:33
9.   Sliced Bread
Shulian looks and sounds like the kinda guy Billy liked to suckerpunch right out his penny loafers. It's not surprising he found a guy like Billy so repugnant -- but his impressions of the man add to the big picture, and are probably as accurate as Negron's.

Billy wouldn't have liked Xena much. Shlocky camp -- but the little bit I saw of it I enjoyed, and defintely could see how a lesbian would hang with it.

2008-02-01 13:00:19
10.   JoeInRI
6 8 Schulian's message is his own. Billy Martin's life was tragic, and perhaps the one bright (as in clean) spot in that life was baseball. It must be easy to describe someone as "evil" and "feral" when you're so full of shite yourself.

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