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One mindless moment
Kent Hannon
June 06, 1977
Ordinarily congenial, Lenny Randle ended his career with the Rangers by slugging Manager Frank Lucchesi. Now a Met, he is doing a very different kind of hitting
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June 06, 1977

One Mindless Moment

Ordinarily congenial, Lenny Randle ended his career with the Rangers by slugging Manager Frank Lucchesi. Now a Met, he is doing a very different kind of hitting

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The first punch, thrown in a moment of intense anger, caught Texas Manager Frank Lucchesi under the right eye. And once Lenny Randle got started, he just couldn't stop swinging. That's the way it is sometimes with guys who smile a lot and rarely lose their cool. When they do blow up, watch out! By the time teammate Bert Campaneris pulled him away, Randle had landed two or three more punches to the face and several shots to the body of his 49-year-old manager, who crumpled to the ground before a Ranger spring training game against the Twins in Orlando, Fla.

The Texas second baseman and his boss had been at odds since Lucchesi had announced that rookie Bump Wills would be taking over Randle's old job when the Rangers broke camp to begin the 1977 season. Randle, 28, was versatile enough to have played seven different positions in five seasons with the Rangers. He had hit .302 as recently as 1974 and could not understand why there wasn't a place for him in the regular lineup. He threatened to jump the club unless a spot was found. Retorted Lucchesi to newsmen, "I'm sick and tired of these punks saying, 'Play me or trade me.' Let them go find another job."

That was nine weeks ago, and Lenny Randle has found another job, though it is not making license plates, as some Texans had hoped. After the Rangers sold him to the New York Mets on April 26, Randle, in turn, bumped Felix Millan out of his second-base job and has become one of the hottest hitters in the National League with a .351 batting average.

But a lot more than that has happened to Randle since the day in March when he stalked off the field in a violent rage because Lucchesi, lying there battered and bloody, had, Randle alleges, called him "a punk" to his face. The next day Lucchesi was operated on by a plastic surgeon who removed bone chips from his fractured cheek and restructured his face. Randle, probably the most popular Ranger among his teammates before the incident, was suspended by the club for 30 days without pay (a loss of $9,000 in salary), fined $10,000 and finally shipped off to the Mets for a measly $50,000 and a player to be named later.

In addition, a Florida warrant citing Randle for aggravated battery—a felony—is hanging over his head. If he should be convicted of this charge, he could receive a maximum sentence of 10 years in prison. Nobody—including Lucchesi—expects Randle to be tried in criminal court, but he could face a large civil suit brought by his former manager. When Randle signed with the Mets, New York President M. Donald Grant offered Lucchesi $10,000 to smooth over the matter. Lucchesi refused the money and is still considering a suit, which can be filed anytime in the next 22 months.

Anxious to put these horrors behind him and to begin playing again as soon as his 30-day suspension was lifted, Randle stayed in shape. He even wore a sweat suit to the April 29 meeting during which he signed a five-year $400,000 contract with the Mets. Before the ink was dry, he was out jogging along the harbor in San Diego, where he had joined the team for the start of a long West Coast road trip.

During his first appearance with the Mets, as a late-inning defensive replacement in left field, Randle made a somersaulting catch to help Tom Seaver beat the Padres 4-1. In his first at bat the next afternoon, he picked on the first pitch and drove it into the right-field corner for a triple. He had three hits for the day, took part in two double plays at second base and, after driving in a run in the ninth inning, stole home to put the lid on an 8-2 victory. The Mets loved him, and oh how they needed him.

"Hey, what did you have for breakfast?" asked Catcher Jerry Grote. "I wish I had four or five more just like him," said Manager Joe Frazier.

That was just it, the Mets had nobody else like Randle—a switch hitter who plays the game the way Pete Rose does. New York had been making inquiries about him even before his run-in with Lucchesi. When he became available, albeit under irregular circumstances, the usually conservative Met ownership looked the other way while the front office consummated the deal.

"I think they liked my bat, my glove, my legs and the fact that I get my uniform dirty," says Randle. "I'd be perfect for a Tide commercial."

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