Jim Lonborg's all-too-brief tenure with the Red Sox coincided with some of the most turbulent years of the 20th century, and he was traded just as his full strength was returning and the war was winding down. But the soft-spoken, cerebral hurler will always be remembered -- and revered
-- for what he accomplished during a two-week span in 1967 when New Englanders put other cares on hold and attached their Impossible Dreams to his powerful right arm. The first Cy Young Award winner in Red Sox history was born on April 16, 1942 in Santa Maria, Calif., and raised
in nearby San Luis Obispo. The coastal community was home to the California State Polytechnical College, where Lonborg's father Reynold worked as a professor of agriculture.
A straight "A" student, Jim dreamed of being a surgeon rather than a World Series star. The Lonborgs were an athletic clan -- Reynold was a top hurdler at Fresno State, where Jim's older brother Eric would later star in football and track -- but the family's primary focus was on
academic achievement and good citizenship. While Reynold was teaching or working the fields with his students, his wife Ada took care of Jim, Eric, and their little sister Celia; when Reynold returned home at night, Ada was often off to host a local TV talk show dedicated to current
Lonborg was 10 when the town built a Little League and softball field just a block from his house. His first team was the Kiwanis Red Sox, and he participated in the town's first-ever Little League game. Too skinny for the gridiron, Lonborg focused on baseball and basketball at San
Luis Obispo High. The right-hander didn't make the varsity pitching squad as a sophomore, but by his senior year was its ace. Coaches later remembered him as "the hardest-working kid on the field," but his talent had not yet taken full bloom.
Scouts were often in the stands at San Luis Obispo games to look at Mel Queen, and made inquiries about Jim when he pitched well. Good enough as a 6-foot-5 basketball center to be "quasi-recruited" by Stanford, Jim earned an academic scholarship from the school. He played on the
freshmen hoops squad -- NCAA rules then barred first-year collegians from varsity teams -- but was stuck behind 6-foot-9 future All-American Tom Dose on the depth charts. Then spring came around, and baseball tryouts. Jim made the freshman team and was on his way. He had a decent
season, and, leaving basketball behind, graduated to the varsity pitching staff in '62.
Baltimore was in the midst of building an American League powerhouse through its farm system, and funded summer-league teams where promising youngsters could perform under their watch while maintaining their amateur status. Lonborg was assigned to the Everett (Wash.) Orioles of the
Northeast League, where he suited up for five to six games a week and lived with a host family. After an MVP junior season at Stanford -- where he was majoring in Biology -- Jim was invited by the Orioles to join the highly competitive Basin League in the summer of 1963. Playing in
rural South Dakota on a team with future big leaguers Jim Palmer and Merv Rettemund, Lonborg stood out. Baltimore scout Phil Galvin was overseeing his progress, but scouts from other major league clubs often made the trip to the woods as well.
"I was throwing an awful lot, two games a week plus between starts, and one day Red Sox scout Danny Doyle recommended to the manager that they rest me up a little more. We tried it out, and the next start I struck out something like 17 guys. Bobby Doerr was in the stands that night for
Boston, and that's when the Red Sox started to make a strong move." These were the days before the annual major league draft. Although he felt a strong allegiance to the Orioles, Lonborg wound up signing with the Red Sox for a much higher bonus offer of $25,000 at summer's end.
After two more quarters at Stanford (where he would later complete his degree in the off-season), Lonborg reported to Deland, Fla. for spring training with the Triple A Seattle Rainiers. He split the year between Seattle and Single A Winston Salem, and was a combined 11-9. The next
spring he was invited to Boston's big-league camp. The perennial second-division Sox were desperate for pitching help in 1965, and the 22-year-old was given a strong chance to make manager Billy Herman's club. Almost immediately, reporters began playing up his background. The
image seemed to capture the handsome young bachelor -- a perfect meld of culture and cool. He was capable of taking the short stroll from Fenway Park to Symphony Hall one night, then hitting the rock-oriented nightclubs of Kenmore Square the next. He also had pitching sense and
confidence well beyond his years, and in a surprising move to start the season, Herman named Lonborg as one of his four starters along with ace Bill Monbouquette, Earl Wilson, and Dave Morehead.
With a then-familiar Boston blend of strong hitting, thin pitching, and suspect defense, the Red Sox were a consensus pick to place ninth in the 10-team American League. After six straight losing campaigns, fans of the club were looking for reasons to hope. The lanky right-hander with
the high leg-kick provided one immediately. In his big-league debut at Baltimore on April 23, Jim let up just two hits over six innings, while notching four strikeouts. He did allow five walks and three runs while taking the loss against Hall of Famer Robin Roberts, but it was a
strong first impression. Back in New England the big news was Rev. Martin Luther King Jr.'s speech on Boston Common promoting racial harmony, but buried in the sports pages of the Globe was a prophetic opening line from Roger Birtwell's account of the Orioles' 4-2 victory:
"The Red Sox Friday night lost a ball game, but found a pitcher."
More strong starts followed, including a pair against the defending AL champion Yankees for his first two major league victories. Jim today credits veterans like his locker-room neighbor Wilson for providing the pitching wisdom necessary to survive in the majors, and Herman for
assuring him he had the stuff to do so. The manager was right; Lonborg possessed an explosive fastball, along with a strong breaking ball he could throw for strikes and which hitters often sent into the dirt. Unfortunately, a ground-ball hurler and irregular defense didn't always mix,
and the end result was a 9-17 record and 4.47 ERA for the Sox, who met expectations with a ninth-place finish. With the Red Sox coming together as a team in 1966, Jim's pitching record improved. Shortstop Rico Petrocelli and first baseman George Scott, young players with great
gloves, were now gobbling up his grounders, and Lonborg was a solid 10-10 with a 3.86 ERA for the season. Hoping they had the makings of a big winner, Boston management sent him to work on his breaking ball in the Venezuela winter league. After play there ended around Christmas, he
went back to California and one of his off-season passions: skiing.
Awaiting the Red Sox in Winter Haven was new manager Dick Williams, a stern disciplinarian who had managed many of the team's young players at Triple A Toronto. Williams was out to alter the "country club" image of the team, and Jim welcomed the change. No pitcher looked better in
camp, and Lonborg made headlines when he stated his goals were to win 20 games, make the All-Star team, and pitch in the World Series. While few imagined all three could happen that year, big things were expected of the man tabbed by Williams as the team's No. 1 starter. And
after frigid, windy weather forced a one-day postponement of the team's home opener, Lonborg got the season off to a good start. On Wednesday, April 12, he hurled 6-plus strong innings in a 5-4 victory over the Chicago White Sox. Just 8,324 fans turned out at Fenway Park that bitterly
cold day, but sparse home crowds in any weather would soon be a thing of the past. With Jim compiling a 6-1 record during the first two months, the surprising Sox ended May in third place. Emerging as a certified power pitcher, he had a 13-strikeout, zero-walk shutout against the
A's in one April game and 71 strikeouts overall in his first 70 innings. Forced several times to leave the team between starts for Army Reserve duty, he would fly in on a private plane sent by Tom Yawkey in time to pitch another gem.
By early summer, the American League pennant race was shaping up to be a four- or even five-team affair, and just as Carl Yastrzemski guided the offense, Lonborg set the tone for the mound corps.
Jim's low-key, friendly demeanor in past seasons had earned him the nickname "Gentleman Jim," but with the help of Red Sox pitching coach Sal Maglie, he was asserting himself more on the mound by throwing high-and-tight fastballs to keep hitters on edge. His 19 hit batsmen would lead
the AL in '67, but many were in "retaliation" for a plunked teammate. And even in these situations, he always seemed to keep his cool. Named an AL All-Star, Lonborg was 11-3 and leading the AL in victories by early July. Just before the break, he pitched one of the forgotten gems
of the season -- a 3-0 win in which he lost 12 pounds over seven stellar innings on a hot, muggy day in Detroit. The win halted a stretch of five straight losses by the team and was quickly followed by a 10-game winning streak.
From late July on Boston would never be more than 3 1/2 games out of first place, and usually much closer. Knowing his youthful team was still considered the underdog in a race against veteran clubs like the Twins and Tigers, Sox general manager Dick O'Connell made a key move on Aug. 3
by acquiring Yankees catcher Elston Howard. A former MVP and a veteran of nine World Series, Howard had a huge influence on his new team -- especially its ace pitcher. When Lonborg earned his 20th win over Catfish Hunter and the A's on September 12, it put the Red Sox in a tie for
first place. A usually weak hitter, Jim aided his own cause with an eighth inning triple that plated the winning run, and moments later scored an insurance run on a sacrifice fly. Two of his pre-season goals had now been accomplished. The biggest remained. Dick Williams had his
pitching rotation set so Lonborg could start twice during the last week of the year, including (if necessary) in the season finale. When Jim was hit hard in a loss at Cleveland on Wednesday, Sept. 27, the Sox fell a game behind first-place Minnesota. But fate and the schedule had the
Twins in at Fenway for the last two games of the season, and after a 6-4 win by the Sox on Saturday the teams were tied again at the top. Sunday's winner-take-all affair would feature a duel of aces: Dean Chance (20-13) against Lonborg (21-9), who was 0-3 that year and 0-6 lifetime
against Minnesota. A few months earlier, Chance had beaten Lonnie with a no-hitter halted by rain after five innings.
Jim pitched better on the road throughout the 1967 season, but this wasn't the only reason he decided to stay in teammate Ken Harrelson's hotel room the night before the biggest ballgame of his life. Although he was later quoted as saying, "I just knew I was going to win," Lonborg gave
himself added incentive before the contest by writing the figure "$10,000" -- what he estimated to be each player's World Series share were the Sox to make it -- into the palm of his glove. When uncharacteristic defensive miscues by Gold Glove teammates Yastrzemski and Scott led to two
unearned runs and a 2-0 Twins lead entering the bottom of the sixth, Jim grew concerned. But then came what might have been the biggest of Boston's 1,394 regular-season hits, from the unlikeliest source in the lineup.
"For some reason I always hit Chance very well," says Lonborg. "He was having a great year, but I just seemed to pick up his ball well and had gotten a single my first time at-bat that day. Going up to the plate in the bottom of the sixth, I looked down to third base for a 'take' sign
from coach Eddie Popowski, and he didn't give it. I had bunted a lot during the course of the year, and could run pretty well for a big guy. [Cesar] Tovar seemed back a little further at third base than normal, and I had an opportunity on the first pitch to lay one down. Tovar couldn't
handle it, and that just started things off."
Given his blue warm-up jacket at first base, Lonborg quickly came around to score as the next three batters -- Jerry Adair, Dalton Jones, and Yastrzemski -- all followed with first-pitch singles. A few botched grounders and wild pitches later, and Boston had the crowd on its feet and a
5-2 lead going into the seventh. Minnesota got one run back in the eighth, but lost a chance for more when Yaz deftly handled Bob Allison's liner to the left-field corner and threw him out at second base. It was still 5-3 with two outs and one on in the Twins ninth when
pinch-hitter Rich Rollins hit the first pitch he saw from Lonnie high into the air behind shortstop. Rico Petrocelli grabbed it, and Red Sox broadcaster Ned Martin perfectly summed up what happened next when he told listeners: "...and it's pandemonium on the field!"
Now assured of a tie for the AL pennant, the Sox claimed the flag outright a few hours later when second-place Detroit lost the second game of a doubleheader to California. Owner Tom Yawkey, in an unusual public display of emotion, gave his champagne-soaked ace a bear hug and broke
down while telling Lonborg how terrific he had been. The numbers bear Yawkey out: Jim finished the regular season 22-9 and led the league in wins, strikeouts (246), and starts (39) while placing second in complete games (15) and innings (273.1).
The thrilling finish left Jim unavailable to start Game One of the World Series against heavily favored St. Louis at Fenway three days later. After the Cardinals and their ace pitcher Bob Gibson had taken the opener, 2-1, Lonnie was near perfect in evening up the series. Facing a
lineup featuring Hall of Famers Lou Brock, Orlando Cepeda, and several other All-Stars, he set down the first 19 men in order before walking Curt Flood in the seventh. The Cards had no hits until Julian Javier's double with two outs in the eighth, and they did not get another as the
Red Sox evened the Series with a 5-0 win. Yaz had two homers and four RBI, but Jim's one-hitter was the big story. In from California, Lonborg's mom and dad watched on proudly.
Boston's other starters could not maintain Jim's momentum, however, and St. Louis won the next two games (including a Gibson shutout) to put the Sox on the brink of elimination. Then, starting his third crucial contest in eight days, Lonborg in Game Five nearly matched his previous
masterpiece. Pitching a three-hitter, he had a shutout until Roger Maris homered with two outs in the ninth inning of a 3-1 Sox victory at Busch Stadium. Through 18 innings, Lonnie had now allowed four hits and one walk, the greatest back-to-back pitching performances in World Series
history. In athletics, however, optimism and talent can sometimes be trumped by physical exhaustion. This is what happened after the Sox won Game Six and Jim started the finale at Fenway on just two days rest against Gibson -- who had enjoyed his normal three-day break after Game
Four. Gibson homered in the 5th, Julian Javier added a three-run blast an inning later, and it was 7-1 St. Louis when Jim struck out Curt Flood to end the sixth. Lonborg doesn't remember crying as he walked off the mound, but teammates and fans near the Sox dugout could see his tears.
It was probably one of the few times a pitcher who had just allowed 10 hits and 7 runs received a standing ovation.
What happened next is forever woven into Red Sox lore alongside Bill Buckner's muff and Bucky Dent and Aaron Boone's homers. After picking up the American League Cy Young Award in a near-unanimous decision, Lonborg signed a 1968 contract for $50,000 (a $30,000 raise), then went to Lake
Tahoe, California for some Christmas-time skiing a week later. On Dec. 23, making perhaps one run too many, Jim wiped out while attempting a snowplow stop and severely tore ligaments in his left knee. Flown back to Boston with his knee in a cast, he was examined by Red Sox team
physician Dr. Thomas Tierney. The doctor recommended surgery to patch the torn ligaments with sutures, but predicted Jim would be back for the start of the 1968 season. Tierney and orthopedic surgeon Dr. John McGillicuddy performed the operation on Dec. 27, and found the injury to be
much worse than feared: two ligaments were damaged instead of one. While the surgery was deemed successful, Jim's pitching future was now more in doubt. He was in a waist-high cast for six weeks, then reported with the team to spring training and a rehab regimen of weightlifting each
morning and 27 holes of golf each afternoon.
Lonborg met his goal of a May return, but at a heavy price. In compensating for his knee, he unknowingly altered his pitching motion slightly and placed added stress on his right shoulder. The resulting muscle and tendon damage would plague him the rest of his career. Lonborg
made his 1968 debut with a short relief stint on May 28 at Oakland. After four such appearances, he drew his first starting assignment on June 16 in Cleveland. The results were encouraging -- five innings, three hits, one run allowed -- but he also walked four. His once-stellar control
was off; even in throwing six one-hit innings against the Yankees in July for his first win since the World Series, he walked eight. By the start of August, he was just 1-3 with a 5.06 ERA.
There were some encouraging signs down the stretch, including a three-hit shutout of Cleveland in which he struck out nine and walked none. But Jim's final record of 6-10 and team-worst 4.29 ERA were seen as a major cause for Boston's fall to fourth place, 17 games behind
pennant-winning Detroit. Lonborg hoped another winter of rest would help him turn things around. For a while, this looked to be the case. Although he had to leave the 1969 season opener after 2 2/3 innings due to shoulder pain, he returned to the rotation three weeks later and by
early June was 6-0 with a 2.33 ERA. But he missed three more weeks after breaking his toe on June 21, and then encountered more shoulder woes when he came back. He lost his last eight decisions to finish 7-11, and the Sox wound up third.
The 1970 season was even more frustrating for Jim. He had three strong starts to begin the year, but then his shoulder landed him on the disabled list again. When it failed to come around, management put him on waivers and then sent him to Triple A Louisville on July 23. He made a few
starts there, with middling results, and in August was told to go home for the year. Pitching just nine times for the varsity overall, he was 4-1 with a 3.18 ERA. When he was brought back up from Louisville midway through the '71 season, it appeared Lonborg had figured it out. He
went 7-4 the last three months, including 3-1 (with three complete games) in September. His final record of 10-7 with 167 2/3 innings and 100 strikeouts marked his highest totals since 1967, and he felt he was finally "getting a handle on getting healthy." He was also still just 29
The Red Sox, however, finished a distant third for the third straight year. Yawkey wanted changes, and on Oct. 10 Boston engineered a 10-player deal with the Milwaukee Brewers in which George Scott, Billy Conigliaro, and Lonborg were among those sent packing for a quartet including
pitcher Marty Pattin and speedy leadoff man Tommy Harper. Lonnie's last seven full years in the majors are usually an afterthought to armchair historians encapsulating his career, but those who simply say he "never came back" from his ski mishap are neither fair nor accurate. He
never again won 20 games, but he was a successful and at times stellar pitcher.
Philanthropy has always been important to the Lonborgs, and with old Red Sox teammate Mike Andrews serving as chairman of the Jimmy Fund at Boston's Dana-Farber Cancer Institute (DFCI), they have been longtime supporters of this charity. Jim has earned recognition as one of DFCI's
leading celebrity fundraisers, and his wife, Rosie, works part-time in the hospital's Jimmy Fund Clinic soothing the needs of pediatric cancer patients and their families. Lonnie has also reestablished strong ties to the Red Sox, and was named to the team's Hall of Fame in 2002.