James Zumstein

Josh Hader is chasing a workhorse, but also a prodigy. We as Brewer fans have not often had the ability to boast about having the best player in the game at his position. Fortunately, we currently do have the player widely regarded as the best closer in the game in Josh Hader. Hopefully we all are not too humble to boast about this fact. In fact, Hader is likely on his way to becoming the Brewers all-time saves leader in franchise history before season’s end. With career save number 120 against the Rays on Wednesday afternoon, Hader moves to within thirteen saves of tying the man who has been the leader in saves as a Brewer since 1989, Dan Plesac. With his 33-year reign as the franchise record holder for saves potentially coming to an end soon, this is a great time to look back on Plesac’s career. Plesac was born and raised in Gary, Indiana, where he was a terrific all-around athlete. In fact, he was originally recruited to play basketball at North Carolina State, where his older brother Joe Plesac was a pitcher on the baseball team. Joe was a two-time first team All-ACC selection, and was drafted in the second round by the San Diego Padres in 1982. While Joe never made it past Double A, his son Zack Plesac has pitched for the Cleveland Guardians since 2019. During Dan’s senior season, his high school team had a lack of pitching, so his coach asked him to come in from the outfield and give pitching a shot. Despite having no prior formal coaching on pitching, Plesac was absolutely dominating hitters, including one game totaling 15 punchouts. Before anyone knew what was happening, Plesac was the 41st player selected in the 1980 draft by the St. Louis Cardinals. Instead of signing, Plesac decided to attend N.C. State, but now on a baseball scholarship instead of basketball. Here, he could focus on learning how to pitch, which he did, leading him the be taken in the first round (26th overall) by the Brewers in 1983. Working mostly as a starter in the minors, Plesac made the big league team out of spring training in 1986 as a reliever. In 51 appearances out of the bullpen that year, he went 10-7 with a 2.97 ERA, had 14 saves, a 147 ERA+, and a 3.2 bWAR in 91.0 innings. It is still one of the best seasons by a reliever in franchise history, and it was a harbinger of things to come for the rookie. Plesac made the AL All-Star team each of the next three seasons, while tallying 86 combined saves during that stretch. He also had an ERA+ between 165 and 176 each season, and struck out exactly one batter per inning during those years. His 33 saves in 1989 broke Ken Sanders ’ single-season franchise record of 31, set in 1971. On September 16, 1989, teammate Robin Yount ’s 34th birthday, Plesac recorded his 31st save of the season. This not only tied him with Sanders for the single-season Brewers save record, but he surpassed Rollie Fingers’ career record of 97 saves in a Brewer uniform in the 5-3 win over the Texas Rangers at County Stadium. He continued to pitch for the Brewers through the ’92 season, but was never as effective as he was in his first four seasons. He lost his closer’s role in 1990, and was given minimal save opportunities after that. All told, he pitched seven seasons in a Brewer uniform, going 29-37 with a 3.21 ERA (which is the franchise record), an ERA+ of 128, and the distinction of being the first Brewer pitcher to make three consecutive All-Star teams. After his tenure with the Crew, Plesac continued to be a reliable lefty out of major league bullpens for another 11 seasons, many of those years being used primarily as a left-handed specialist. In 2002, while pitching for the Philadelphia Phillies, Plesac became the seventh pitcher in MLB history to pitch in 1,000 career games. Plesac retired after the 2003 season. He finished his 18-year career with a record of 65-71, a 3.64 ERA, 158 saves, pitched in 1,064 games, sported an ERA+ of 117, and struck out 8.7 batters per nine innings of work. Despite his delayed introduction to pitching and the voluminous workload in his career, he never spent a single day on the injured list in his career. Not too bad for a basketball player. View full article

Like many Brewers fans of a certain age, the ’82 season cemented my childhood love of baseball in general, and the Brewers in particular. I had been a fan of the game for as far back as I can remember, but there was just something special about that team. Perhaps it was that we had been watching them grow together through the past few seasons, and all of the names were like old familiar friends. Molitor. Yount. Coop. Oglivie. Stormin’ Gorman. Simba. Caldwell. Rollie. After making the playoffs for the first time in franchise history the prior season, expectations were high going into the ’82 season. However, things did not start the way many had hoped. Maybe the pressure to excel had gotten to them, or maybe it was something else, but they were sub-.500 on June 1st when Manager Buck Rodgers was let go. He was replaced with Milwaukee native Harvey Kuenn. It seemed to be just what the team needed, and they responded to the tune of 72 wins after the change, and won the American League East title on the last day of the season. There was one game in particular that season that I will always remember, and that was July 3rd against the Red Sox at County Stadium. This was the game that our family chose to go to for our one-game-a-year tradition in our family, as we didn’t live all that close to Milwaukee. This game was perhaps the greatest confluence of events in Brewers promotional history: a Saturday night, a holiday weekend, a team with high expectations that has come alive and is playing amazing baseball, and…it was Mountain Dew replica bat night! That’s right, an actual, full-size (if you were seven, like I was), usable bat. I vividly remember seeing the ad for this game on TV, and immediately went running and telling my parents that we NEED to go to this game! The Brewers marketing department sure knew how to take advantage of the beneficial calendar, as the paid attendance of 55,716, the second highest in County Stadium history at the time, proved. To go along with an amazing promotional item on a holiday weekend, the Brewers also were playing a Red Sox team that had three future Hall of Famers (Jim Rice, Carl Yastrzemski, and a young Wade Boggs) on it, matching our own three future HOF’s in Paul Molitor, Robin Yount, and Ted Simmons. Add to that the fact that the Crew had a soon-to-be Cy Young award winner in Pete Vuckovich as the starting pitcher that night, and it’s no wonder that every seat in the house was filled with cheering fans. Fortunately for all of us fans in attendance, the pressure of playing in front of a packed house didn’t get to the Crew, as they dominated from the word “Go”, and won easily 7-0. Molitor led the game of with a home run, and Cecil Cooper hit the first of his two on the night two batters later. Coop also hit an RBI double, giving him 10 total bases and three ribbies on the night. If you were ever at County Stadium whenever he came up to bat, you know how loud the chants of “COOOOOOP” could be. Needless to say, more than fifty-five thousand yelling it after that performance was almost deafening. Not to be outdone, Yount also got in on the action with a three-run shot in the fourth. It was performances like that that led Yount to winning the first of his two AL MVP awards after that season. The icing on the cake (or mud in the eye, if you were the Red Sox) was that Vuckovich pitched perhaps the best game of the season for the Brewers, a complete game three-hit shutout. Hindsight being what it is, Vuck probably shouldn’t have won the Cy Young award that year, but for that night, he definitely looked the part. As we near the 40-year anniversary of that game, as well as (sigh) of the Brewers only trip to the World Series, it has made me think a lot about that team, and the July 3rd game that was the most special to me of my entire childhood. I will always remember not only the action on the field, but just the overall feeling inside the stadium that night. I may have only been seven years old, and I think it was probably only my fourth or fifth baseball game I had ever been to in person, but even I could sense there was something different happening. That team, and that game, were both special, and both would only become even more special over time. For most of my life, I have always kept the ticket stub of any baseball game I went to as a souvenir. Unfortunately, I didn’t keep the stub to that game. I do, however, still have the bat. View full article