If one was asked to guess which player notched the highest single-season batting average during the entire 1960s, one might reasonably choose any of the following hit-happy batsmen active during the decade: Carl Yastrzemski, Pete Rose, Roberto Clemente, Hank Aaron, or maybe Tony Oliva or Frank Robinson.
One would be wrong.
Nope, the honor of reaching the high-water mark among 1960s batsmen belongs to a muffin-faced first baseman named Norm Cash, a career .271 hitter. Swinging from the left side of the plate, Cash batted .361 that summer for the Tigers. He also achieved career highs in home runs (41) and RBI (132). “It was a freak,” he later said. “Even at the time, I realized that. Everything I hit seemed to drop in, even when I didn’t make good contact. I never thought I’d do it again.”
And he didn’t. Not even close. In fact, Cash followed up his extraordinary ’61 campaign by batting a woeful .243 in 1962. The 118-point drop remains the largest season-to-season falloff of any batting champ in big-league history. But he remained one of the most productive power hitters in the game, finishing runner-up in home runs on three different occasions. He was dependable in the clutch, batting .385 in the 1968 World Series.
When “Stormin’ Norman” came to Detroit in 1960 after two seasons with the Chicago White Sox, he reminded local sports fans of another hard-partying, blonde-haired Texas good ol’ boy from the city’s recent sporting past: Lions quarterback Bobby Layne. Cash enjoyed his nights out on the town – and any town would do – but it never seemed to affect his play. “When you mention Norm Cash, I just smile,” said Al Kaline, whose brilliance at the plate and in the field overshadowed Cash’s own considerable talents. “He was just a fun guy to be around and a great teammate. He always came ready to play.”
Cash spent 15 seasons in a Detroit uniform, 1960 through 1974. His 373 home runs, which still ranks him second to Kaline on the club’s all-time list, and batting title in 1961 are only part of the story. A gamer and a showman, Cash regularly doffed his cap to the crowd, flipped balls into the stands, and fielded his position with flair and grace. He was a master at running down foul flies hit high over his head. He was one of the few players not to wear a batting helmet during his career. He strode to the plate in his familiar bandy-legged way, a cloth cap jammed down on his head, spitting tobacco juice and twirling three bats over his head. More often than not, he made the umpire and catcher smile as he set himself in the batter’s box. Once he offered the ump a pair of novelty sunglasses with battery-operated wiper blades. On another occasion, as Nolan Ryan was one out away from completing a no-hitter at Tiger Stadium, he came to the plate brandishing a table leg.
“Normy was one of the top five ballplayers, as far as human goodness was concerned,” Lindell A.C. owner Jimmy Butsicaris once said. “He’d think nothing of taking a few balls down to Children’s Hospital and autographing them for kids. When it came time to speak at some charity dinner, Norm was always there. He wasn’t like a lot of these other guys, where the first thing out of their mouths was ‘How much?’ Ol’ Normy just said, ‘Where and when?’ when it came to giving to other people.”
When Cash retired in 1974, he had hit more home runs than any left-handed hitter in American League history except for Babe Ruth, Lou Gehrig, and Ted Williams. In retirement, he also was free to ‘fess up about his magical ’61 season. Turns out he had been doctoring his bats with a mixture of glue, sawdust, and cork. He played a couple seasons with Little Caesar’s pro softball and also did some work in the broadcast booth. Mostly he just continued to enjoy life, especially on his 33-foot cabin cruiser, which he named the “Stormin’ Norman.”
The partying caught up with Cash one rainy October night in 1986. After knocking back several vodka tonics inside a northern Michigan bar, he fell off a dock while trying to board his cabin cruiser. Authorities found his body the next morning face-up in 15 feet of cold water, his eyeglasses still on and the toes of his cowboy boots pointed heavenward.
Cash was only 51 when he died, but he had stuffed a lot of fun into those 51 years. “I’ve got to enjoy myself no matter what I’m doing,” he once said. “I get a kick out of playing the game. People see me this way when I’m going bad and think I don’t take the game seriously. I can’t help that. It’s just my way.”
8 replies on “Norm Cash was the happiest Tiger of them all“
As it happens, I saw Norm Cash’s last base hit, unwittingly. We always went to a game on my birthday (Aug 6) and in 1974, the Tigers played the Indians. He was cut the next day and I cried because he was my favorite Tiger. Norm even had a TV show! Anyhow, a few years ago I looked up the box score from that game and it turns out that Norm pinch hit and got a hit! At the time (I was 11), I had no idea what I was witnessing. And my memory didn’t kick in that Norm had even played that day, let alone get a base hit—let ALONE that it was his last one.
Here’s the box:
Yes, he was always happy and understood that the fans liked to be entertained and not just by his hitting skills. He was fun to watch in the pre-game warmups as well.
Ken, I agree of course that was when you could go to the ball park and watch batting and fielding practice for FREE! Just another screw up by the powers that be. Anyway I agree with all of you and other then AL Kaline, Norm was my favorite Tiger. I remember a time I was going to a game in 69 and bet my uncle Norm would hit one and sure enough he did. I won a WHOLE quarter! Now that may not seem like much but people my age know that was 5 packs of baseball cards! GREAT memories!
Great article Richard, about my all- time “fave” Tiger (although Harvey Kuenn and the Bird are right up there too). He was just fun to watch. Fortunately, I attended the 68 Cards/Tigers old timers game in the summer of 1986. Perhaps Norm’s last game.
Saw a video clip of Stormin’ playing 1st base once, one of his good friends at the plate, on the opponent’s team, who had been struggling, mightily. His buddy hit a fair ball dribbler down the line. Norm fielded it met his buddy, face to face, both stopped on the base path, then he turned and threw the ball to the pitcher, while his friend ran to first for an infield single. He epitomizes true friendship…..
It’s been a long time and I don’t think I’m making this up, but…….I recall Norm faking a throw back to the pitcher with someone on first. The guy stepped off, Norm tagged him out, and the proceeded to laugh like it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen or done. Does anyone else recall that?
A fan favorite his entire career in Detroit. He was a great fielder who never really got his due. Clutch hitter and proved it many times and did it on the biggest stage, the 1968 World Series. His 10 hits were only second to Kaline’s 11 hits. I didn’t know anybody who didn’t love Norm Cash.
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