Where Nobody Knows Your Name: Life In the Minor Leagues of Baseball (20 page)

“I wish I’d gotten a hit,” he said. “But just to be there, to put on that uniform, to run out on that field. I reminded myself I’d come a long way and beaten a lot of odds after not getting drafted at all to be able to say I was playing in the major leagues.”

Walking out that day, Bernier ran into Torrealba, whose suspension was ending the next day. “I gave him a hug,” Bernier said. “I know he didn’t get into the fight so I could get to the big leagues, but that’s what happened.”

If taking the field in a Rockies uniform was Bernier’s best moment, his second-best moment came when he received his next paycheck. When a minor leaguer is called up to the majors, he is paid the major-league minimum, prorated on a daily basis over 180 days. In 2008, the major-league minimum was $432,000 (it was $482,000 in 2012). That meant Bernier was paid $2,400 a day—more than he was making in a month at the time. He was in the majors for three days, meaning he earned a total of $7,200.

“It was the first check I’d ever gotten that had a comma in it [after taxes],” he said, grinning. “If I’d been able to afford it, I would have framed it.”

As memorable as that June was, Bernier would have liked to have forgotten September. On the last day of the season, playing in Las
Vegas, he was hit in the face by a pitch. He took eleven stitches underneath his eye, and even though it hurt a lot, he figured he was okay. Only it wasn’t that simple.

He left the Rockies after 2008 as a six-year minor-league free agent and signed with the Yankees, who were looking for infield depth at Triple-A. The Yankees liked him enough to invite him to their major-league camp—the first time he hadn’t reported directly to the minor-league camp.

“It was intimidating to be in that clubhouse and see guys like [Derek] Jeter and [Andy] Pettitte, Mariano [Rivera] and A-Rod,” he said. “I was in awe when I first got there. The next thing I know I’m standing there during infield drills talking positioning with Jeter. He acted like he was a baseball player and I was a baseball player, which, technically, we were. Except the reality was a lot different.”

Bernier expected to end up in Scranton/Wilkes-Barre, and he did. But the beaning was still on his mind. He found himself worrying about whether he could get out of the way of inside pitches and got gun-shy. Plus, having played in the Pacific Coast League, he had to adjust to International League pitching.

“It is different,” Bernier said. “In the PCL, you play at elevation a lot. The pitches break more as a result, and the pitchers throw more breaking stuff. In the International League, you see a lot more fastballs. I didn’t adjust well in ’09.”

Bernier had never been a high-average hitter—except in 2007, when he hit .310 in Colorado Springs—but his average plummeted to .181 in 2009. Not surprisingly, the Yankees didn’t re-sign him for 2010. It was January before the Pirates offered him a contract and the chance to play his way back to Triple-A. He did that, playing well enough in Indianapolis that the Yankees brought him back in 2011.

“He’s the kind of guy who is good to have in an organization,” Yankees general manager Brian Cashman said. “He’s a good influence on younger guys, he’ll work hard, and you know he can play well enough defensively at any level that you can have confidence he’ll get the job done if you need him.”

Bernier had a solid season in 2011 and was happy to sign again
with the Yankees for 2012. His monthly salary had soared to $12,000, which was helpful since he and his wife, Sarah, had become parents for the first time during the off-season. Bernier arrived in training camp realistic but—as always—hopeful.

“I know that, barring injuries, I can hit .800 in the spring and I’m not making the team,” he said. “All I can do is hope I get a chance to show them that I can play a little bit and try to make an impression.”

Remarkably, he
did
get the chance to make an impression. Jeter had suffered a calf injury late in 2011, and the Yankees were bringing him along slowly in the spring if only because there was no need to rush him. Eduardo Núñez, who normally would have gotten most of Jeter’s time at shortstop, hurt a finger early. All of a sudden Bernier—wearing number 74—was getting a good deal of time as the starting shortstop for the New York Yankees.

Yes, it was spring training, but the uniform had the “NY” on it for home games in Tampa. Robinson Cano was to his left most days, and Alex Rodríguez was to his right. What’s more, he was producing. He didn’t hit .800, but he did hit .361. Of course once the season began approaching and Jeter and Núñez were ready to play, the inevitable call into manager Joe Girardi’s office was just around the corner.

“You showed people you can play,” Girardi said. “We all noticed how you performed when you got a chance. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

Those words left Bernier feeling about as good as he had ever felt as he headed into a season. The fact that he was in a minor-league starting lineup on opening day for the first time in his career made him feel even better. Living out of a hotel and a suitcase wasn’t fun, but it didn’t really bother him.

What bothered him was tweaking an oblique muscle—a pulled muscle in the stomach—in early May. He tried to play through it, staying in the lineup for several days before he finally told the trainer he was in pain.

“I thought if I was careful with it, I’d be okay,” he said. Then he smiled. “Of course you can’t play baseball and be careful at the same time.

“I’m thirty-one,” he added. “I can’t afford to be hurt at this stage of my career. I need to play.”

Needing to play and being able to play are two different things. The season would be almost half over before he would be able to play again.

MANAGING … INDIANAPOLIS

In every baseball season, three holidays are important lines of demarcation: Memorial Day, Fourth of July, and Labor Day.

It is often said that there is no point looking at standings until Memorial Day because there are always going to be teams that start fast and fade almost as quickly, and others who look awful in cold weather and then heat up along with the temperature.

By Memorial Day teams have played about one-third of their schedule in the major leagues and a little more than that in the minors since minor-league teams play 144 games—eighteen games fewer than major-league teams. Fourth of July marks the midway point in the majors, closer to the two-thirds pole in the minors, and Labor Day is the start of the final push in the big leagues and the end of the regular season in the minors.

The real difference isn’t so much the eighteen games as the fact that no one is paying all that much attention to the standings in Triple-A.

“You go out there every night with the intention of shaking hands in the middle of the diamond at the end of the game,” Lehigh Valley manager Ryne Sandberg said. “But it isn’t the same as the majors, where you are judged every day based strictly on wins and losses.”

Of course the local media and fans don’t look at it that way. They want to see their team win. Winning streaks are applauded; slumps
are questioned. In every Triple-A ballpark there are photographs of championship teams from the past. Which makes sense. Why keep score if winning doesn’t matter?

On Memorial Day 2012, Pawtucket led the International League North with a record of 32-20, followed closely by Buffalo, the wandering Scranton/Wilkes-Barre Yankees (who had been unofficially renamed the Empire State Yankees for marketing purposes for the duration of the season), and Lehigh Valley, which was in fourth place but only three and a half games behind Pawtucket. Gwinnett led the South at 31-20 by two and a half games over Charlotte. Indianapolis, at 29-21, had the largest lead—five games over Columbus—in the West. The Indians were the only team in the West with a winning record.

They also had the only manager in the league who didn’t aspire to managing in the major leagues someday. The reason for that was simple. “It’s not going to happen at my age,” Dean Treanor said. “A team looking for a manager isn’t going to hire someone who is sixty-four and has never been at the big-league level.”

He smiled. “I’m fine with it. I’m lucky. I love what I do.”

Treanor had traveled a very different road from anyone else managing in the IL, arguably from anyone else in baseball. He had pitched in college at Cal Poly–San Luis Obispo and had signed with the Reds after graduating with a degree in math in 1971. “My dad had always wanted one of his kids to be a math major, and I was the last one, so I majored in math,” he said. “What I really wanted to do was major in pre-law.”

Treanor got as high as Double-A ball, pitching in Quebec in the old Eastern League before rotator cuff surgery ended any dreams he might have had of making it to the majors someday. “I didn’t rehab well, and I was a questionable prospect to begin with,” he said. “I didn’t want to be one of those guys who was lost when the baseball dream was no longer possible. There were other things that interested me, and I decided it was time to move on.”

So he did, going back home and joining the San Luis Obispo Police Department. He soon made detective and began working undercover,
often in the narcotics division. It was a job he enjoyed, but it was also one that he found extremely stressful.

“You work alone a lot when you’re undercover,” he said. “You have all sorts of adrenaline pumping all the time because you never know what may happen next. I liked doing what I did. I enjoyed the camaraderie of the police department. Some of the guys I worked with are still some of my closest friends. But I felt like the job was aging me. I was worn out by it.”

He had been a cop for thirteen years when he got a phone call in the winter of 1988 from an old friend, Mike Krukow. The two had been teammates at Cal Poly for a year, and their sons had played baseball together. Krukow, who won 124 games in the majors, was pitching for the Giants and knew that the team was looking for someone to manage its Class A team in Fresno. Wondering if Treanor might be tired of life undercover, he called him to let him know the job was open.

“When Krook called, it just hit me that maybe this was the time,” he said. “I had never stopped loving baseball, and I was definitely a burnout case doing police work. I decided it was worth taking a shot.”

Twenty-four years later, he was still working in the minor leagues. He had managed in Fresno for only one season but had gone on to work for the Padres, Expos, Dodgers, and Marlins at the minor-league level, before being hired by the Pirates as the pitching coach in Indianapolis in 2010. He had done just about everything one can do at the minor-league level. He’d been a pitching coach, a roving instructor, and a manager. When Frank Kremblas was made a minor-league coordinator for the Pirates prior to the 2011 season, Treanor was named to replace him as the manager in Indianapolis.

“I can honestly say I’ve never looked back,” he said. “I love coming to the ballpark every day. To me this is a sacred place—I really feel that way. Every day I walk in here, whether it’s home or on the road, I feel good about what I’m doing. How many guys have a job where they feel that way? I don’t like to lose, none of us do, but the great thing in baseball is that you get to come back and play the next day. I wouldn’t trade being here for anything.”

The Indians play their home games at Victory Field in downtown Indianapolis, a short walk from Lucas Oil Stadium, the home of the Indianapolis Colts, and a slightly longer walk from Bankers Life Fieldhouse, where the Indiana Pacers play.

Indianapolis has had a minor-league baseball team since 1887, and the Indians have played at the Triple-A level since they first came into existence in 1902—first in the old American Association, then in the Pacific Coast League, and now in the International League.

Victory Field opened in 1996 and seats a little more than twelve thousand with room for another two thousand people in grassy areas outside the outfield fences. The sparkling new JW Marriott hotel towers over the left-field fence, and the city’s downtown skyline backdrops the rest of the ballpark.

The Indians have been the Triple-A affiliate for eight different major-league teams. Their alumni include names like Grover Cleveland Alexander, Mordecai “Three Fingers” Brown, Luke Appling, Harmon Killebrew, Felipe Alou, Larry Walker, Dave Concepción, and many others who went on to distinguished major-league careers. Bob Uecker also played in Indianapolis and, in keeping with his self-perpetuated image, hit .147 there (and in Louisville) during the 1960 season.