My first serious season
of being a White Sox fan was 1964, which happened to be center fielder Jim
Landis’s last year with the Sox. I was
vaguely aware of Landis from before, including the pennant-winning year of
1959, and like most twelve-year olds assumed he would keep his position until
death claimed him, as it did a grandparent.
Landis’s trade to Kansas City in the off-season boggled my innocent
little mind.
I knew Landis was good,
but not five-straight Gold Gloves good (1960-64). Landis was part of a three-way trade that
brought the Sox Tommie Agee from the Indians, and Agee I do remember well. He won a Gold Glove in center for the Sox in
1966, with Ken Berry flanking him either in left or right. After the Sox traded Agee to the Mets (and
subsequent stardom), Berry took over in center, where he won his Gold Glove in
1970.
You could say I grew up
expecting Sox center fielders to come with Gold Gloves, just like I grew up
expecting Sox center fielders to play there forever; the trades of Agee and,
eventually, Berry bothered me only slightly less than that of Landis. What really bothers me, though, is the death
of old Sox center fielders, Agee in 2001 at the age of 58 and Landis on
Saturday at 83. The little boy in me
wants them to play forever.
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