Wednesday, March 22, 2006

 

Draft #77


America's favorite pastime is just around the corner, and I felt it was my duty to report that the end of an era is upon us. With the start of the 2006 Land O' Lakes amateur baseball season, the mighty West Bend Benders franchise will not be in the league for the first time since 1991. The Benders, previously the Lithias, have been contracted from league play because player/coach (and I use both terms very, very loosely) Bill Backhaus will not be running the team this season. Why you ask?

Well according to a newspaper clipping that was mailed to my roommate, Billy will be a bit tied up this summer. The blurb reads as follows:

Backhaus, William J., 56, West Bend, operate while intoxicated (4th), five months jail with work release, 24 months license revoked, two years ignition interlock, $1,372, bail jumping, eight months jail stayed, two years probation, court costs, counseling.

Ouch babe! Looks like the dynasty is over. A dynasty that achieved a 29-250 record in a 15 season span accounting for a .116 winning percentage. The Bender's magic season was in 1994 when they tallied a franchise high six victories which is significantly more than the four victories the Benders obtained from 2000-2005 in six full seasons. The 21st century was not very kind to the Benders and I was glad to be apart of it.

My first taste of Bender baseball was in the summer of 1998. I was fresh off a season of high school JV baseball and the summer was coming to an end. As was the norm, the Benders were hurting for bodies at the tail end of their season since most players at that point finally figured out that getting pummeled by 20 runs a night is not their idea of a "good time". So Billy got on the phone and made his usual August recruiting calls to some of the area high school players. He managed to convince myself and a few of my teammates to play for the Benders in one of their final games of the season, a move we would all soon regret.

To make a long story short, we (the JV players) all struck out every at bat, the one playing catcher got his ass run over at the plate by a grizzled vet who after the act proclaimed to a 16 year-old "Welcome to Land O' Lakes!" as the kid is on the ground gasping to catch his breath. Our right fielder (Vinny D) severely misjudged a flyball, and dropped it, only because he was 15 yards away from the ball when it landed and he almost ran into a light pole in the process. And to make things worse, a kid nicknamed Feces, who showed up late to the game and physically looked more like Zach Galifianakis than he did a ball player, smacked a single to center on his very first at bat, after we had all failed miserably. Vin and I could only look at each other in disbelief from the dugout as the bearded, beer-gutted, stumpy armed man with glasses galloped his way to first base.

We were out of our league and the experience was enough to convince my high school teammates that this three ring circus known as the Benders was something to be avoided at all costs. I on the other hand, was sucked back in during the summer of 2001. A friend of mine (not one of the JV players mentioned earlier) was on the team and the Benders were short a player for a late season Sunday afternoon contest. Billy Backhaus was on league probation at that time because there were many instances where he showed up to games without enough players, so the league was keeping a close watch, one more strike and the Benders would be kicked out.

I agreed to fill in for one game to save the franchise and my decision to do so provided yet another classic Bender baseball moment. The memory involved, coincidentally, another player who showed up late to the game. His name was Pat Engeleiter, an older player who was probably pushing 40, but looked young for his age. Halfway through the game, down by a numerous amount of runs, Pat decided to volunteer his services on the mound. "Billy, the arm's feeling pretty good today" as Pat rotated his throwing arm in a circular motion while holding his throwing shoulder with his off hand. Pat had offered his services a few times before that, but Billy was hesitant to let him pitch since he showed up in the 3rd or 4th inning (I guess Billy still had a bit of a conscience left). But since the rest of the staff was getting shelled, Billy finally gave Pat the green light. And what did Pat do? He proceeded to walk the next three batters on twelve consecutive pitches, he walked off the mound towards Billy at first base rotating his throwing arm and holding his throwing shoulder in the exact same fashion as when he was trying to convince Billy his arm was feeling great and said, "Billy, the arm's not feeling so good." Pat walked off the field, into his car, and I never saw the guy again. I just stood there at third base and was like, what the fuck.

I proceeded to play fulltime for the Benders in 02 and 03 against my better judgement and no moment was greater than in o3, the night the Benders came to play. It was a cold and rainy Friday and we were getting whooped by the Cedarburg Lumberjacks through five innings of play. In the sixth and the seventh inning we started chipping away at their lead, but the umpires declared that because of the rain, the game was going to be called at the end of the eighth. Well, the eighth inning came and went and the home team Benders where only down by five runs. We begged the umpires to let us finish out the game and after five or so minutes of pleading and deliberation the umps finally threw their hands up and allowed us to play on. We held the Lumberjacks scoreless in the top of the ninth and it was now our turn to bat. The scrappy Benders tacked on a couple of early runs off an assorted variety of punch and judy slap singles, walks, and errors and even managed to load the bases for our four-hole hitter, Jason Thelen. Mind you this was the first season for wood bats in Land O' Lakes and the rain was coming down and it was a bit frigid out, but none of that mattered to Jason because against all odds, he managed to deliver a towering "girth bomb" into the night and far beyond the outer boundries of the left field ivory covered wall. You would have thought we won the World fuckin Series the way we were acting after that walk off home run. There was just a massive pile of bodies at homeplate, some of us were hugging each other, others were cocking off to the other team since we didn't know when our next chance would come (ex. You lost to the Benders, the worst team in the league! we proclaimed as we hurled as much salt as we could find in their freshly opened gaping wounds).

We were definitely the Bad News Benders and I will look back on those days and remember Billy Backhaus:

- falling to one knee after a swing and miss strikeout hack (on more than one occasion)
-not being able to get most of his routine warm up grounders to third base because his arm was so bad
-the master of the 200 plus pitch count, nobody hung a pitcher out to dry quite like Billy
-taking way too many cuts in batting practice, conserve your energy I thought, you ain't gettin any better
-eating McDonalds in the dugout during a game
-and how his belt came undone once as he was running (aka waddling) to first base and his gut popped out
-and the time he hit one off the wall in left and only got a single out of it
-hitting infield practice to us and mumbling what base we're supposed to throw to as he's about to strike the ball, we couldn't understand/hear a word he was saying. He was also good for shit when it came to hitting flyballs for the outfielders, all he could hit was grounders, and that's if he actually didn't whiff in the process.
-and the way you acted like Hank Aaron, swinging two bats at one time as you walked to the plate, tossing the extra bat aside just before you stepped in the box. I usually batted right after him, so I had to go fetch his "extra" bat, and that pissed me off to no end.

So long Benders, so long. And Billy, don't drop that soap buddy and watch out for yer corn hole.

Comments:
another brilliant piece of writing
 
That is depressing news. I can remember when Pat was playing for them at the youthful age of fourteen after his Amity games. A staple of a West Bend summer hs been lost forever. Next thing your going to tell me that Bob Pick moved.
 
Bobby packed up his belongings (oh wait, they're already packed in the back of his car) and headed to the big city to move in with his long lost twin brother, Freeway.
 
i love the way i sat the bench for the benders. sad... very sad. Billy once took me out of a game in 2002 when I was 2-3 and 2 doubles and put in a high school sophmore , only to watch him strick out. We were actually winning by a run or two to Grafton and ended up losing. Billy never saw that sophmore again, and I never saw the field again.. I think it was because I was the only one on the team that didn't tell him to fuck off.

_E. Hansen
 
I get a kick out of you clowns talking about real ball players. You couldn’t hold Engeleiter’s jock strap. Engeleiter played 23 years of land o lakes baseball. He was also an all-Wisconsin riugby player for UWM in 1992 and 1993. I saw Engeleiter play his first game in Lakes ball back in 1984 when he was 15. I’m sure Billy had Engeleiter throw 150-200 pitches in some games because the defense was so bad. Engeleiter was tough player and at one time the best player in West Bend. Arm injuries and the fact his old man made him play Lakes ball at 15-16 years old when he should have been playing with his kids his age. Engeleiter finished playing with Hartland Oilers a Lakes West Conf Champ. Engeleiter hit home runs, hit to all fields and would dive for anything in the outfield. The guy could play but was already wiped out by age 25 because his dad made him pitch constantly as a kid. Engeleiter would throw a game for Land o Lakes and play for a City of MILWAUKEE team and close out the 8th and 9th inning for STM in Langsdorf league which had many pro players. I caught for Engeleiter and both caught his wrath when I didn’t play hard but he also was one of the best teamates I ever had. Engy was tough and it’s sad to see he hung on too long. Billy and Engy’s dad probably ruined any opportunity he had to get drafted or play at higher levels. Stick to writing you fking clown.
 
Hahaha, I once saw Engeleiter slap a kid in the dugout for dropping a fly b-ball and laughing about it. You didn’t fu—k with Engeleiter. I never liked Engeleiter on the field but the guy was loyal to Backhaus and their best player for years. He kept WBB in many games and would pitch 2, 3 games in a row because they would be out of pitchers. Engeleiter would throw a shut out one day and bring it back 2 games later and get rocked but his arm was hanging. He would also hit 5-10 home runs every year. Had Engeleiter stuck to only Land o lakes and played for a winner he would be in the Lakes HOF. The guy could straight up play baseball. He also had like 4 knee surgeries and one shoulder. Who the fk are you? Where do you dweebs get off writing about sports when you should have been playing video games. I’m sure you didn’t say anything to Engeleiter in the dugout did you? I ran across this article going doing a search for old Lakes Players. I played for Port Washington and Plymouth for 20 years and always hated playing against the Benders if Engeleiter was playing because he would throw at you if you pissed him off. The guy was tough, I never really liked him but there was no doubt the dude could play the game.
 
It is sad to read that article. The boys of summer are all old now. I also remember Pat playing for Amity and going to Regner to catch for the Benders when he was 14 or 15. Pat could have won rookie of the year when he was 15 but he you had to be 16 to legally play Lakes ball and Pat was only 15 the first year he played. Elmer once kicked Pat out of a game and Pat pushed him and was suspended. Pat would then turn around and give Elmer a hug after the game. It’s sad, like the comment above Pat was only 14 when his dad had him play for the Benders or Barton after his Amity games. Pat lived by the park and was a staple of the summer in WB. Sad to see. I remember seeing pat on the field with his dad or one of his brothers throwing all the time when he was 9, 10 years old. Pat’s dad coached senior league for years and would bring a cooler of beer to the game on the bench. Not sure that would fly in current youth baseball..... Sad to read he hung on for Billy, another sad chapter in the history of Bender Ball. Pat was too good to play for Benders but he was that kind of guy. I played with Pat on the Benders and when a bunch of us left to form the Barons Pat wouldnt leave Billy. Chad, Tisch, Artie Buechler and the others on the team wanted Pat to leave but he wouldnt. Pat and his best friend Shawn Erickson stayed with the Benders and they were a battery. WBB would win 5 Lakes games a year and Engeleiter would win or save all of them. Sad sad sad.
 
As a bender from 2011 to 2014 with Billy as my manager, this was a special treat to read. Although I was playing college ball at the time, Billy refused to play me because I was from Random Lake and wasn't a West Bend guy. Hated the motherfucker until he finally let me play and we actually had some great success even with the detriment of having the Backhaus gruesome twosome as managers. Billy was still taking swings in 2014. Godspeed fellow Bender Brothers
 
Post a Comment

<< Home

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?