On August 6, 1999, Friday night lights hit Olympic Stadium as Tony Gwynn chased history with calm eyes. Standing on 2,999 hits, Gwynn wasted no time.
In the top of the first he came up looking for baseball immortality – membership in the 3,000-hit club. Gwynn worked the count to one and two. He then drove a clean shot into right-center.
The call from Jerry Coleman crackled with joy. “There’s a drive, right-center field, base hit. And there it is. Ohhhh, doctor! You can hang a star on that, baby. A start for the ages for Tony Gwynn. Number 3,000.”” The milestone landed with authority, like a line drive off the barrel.
Gwynn reached first and raised his helmet. The crowd rose and roared. He hugged Padre first base coach Davey Lopes and shook Expos first baseman Brad Fullmer. First-base umpire Kerwin Danley, a former college teammate at San Diego State, shared a hug and a handshake.
The dugout emptied in a rush. Teammates surrounded Gwynn near the bag. Teammate Reggie Sanders tracked down the ball for Gwynn as a keepsake. Official removed the first base bag and gave it to Mr. Padre.
Family cut through the celebration. Vandella Gwynn hugged her son on her 64th birthday. Soon his wife Alisha and daughters joined in. Gwynn stood at first, still, grateful, and unshaken. He had reached 3,000 with the same swing that built a Hall of Fame career,
Shown here is a ticket to that game signed by Gwynn who also notes, “3000”. PSA authenticated the ticket and rated the signature a perfect 10.
He won as many batting titles as Honus Wagner.
And there were twice as many players to compete against.
Great way to look at it! Tony was one of the most kind individuals you could ever meet.
Honus Wagner was a right-handed hitter though, who also led the league more than once in doubles, triples, and slugging percentage. Not that it denigrates Tony-Honus was just a heck of player.
Why wasn’t Tony Gwynn voted in unamously to the bbhof?
The same reason #2 wasn’t. These BBWA think their poop don’t stink!
I moved to San Diego in Tony’s rookie year. It was a pleasure watching Tony from my right field seats until his retirement. Tony never turned down an autograph request, and he’d give his wristbands to kids all the time. He had an infectious laugh, and his love of the game was evident every time he stepped onto the field. He could have gone elsewhere for more money, but he loved San Diego. There won’t be another Tony Gwynn in my lifetime