A baseball lifer, Zimmer had the best parts of Stengel, Will Rogers, John Madden, Hawkeye Pierce and everybody's tickle-me grandpa. And all the while he was a serious baseball man, wearing the caps -- extra-large, of course -- of 18 franchises, 13 in the big leagues, and one army helmet in his six decades in the game.
Mostly, Donald William Zimmer was a delightful sort who defied comparison and became too renowned in later life to remain what he had been as a player, an everyman. He produced a long, memorable resume in the game he loved, though he was neither an accomplished player nor a manager of great success. He was merely Zim.
In 12 seasons and 3,283 at-bats with the Dodgers, Mets and four other teams, he produced a .235 batting average, 91 home runs and 352 RBIs. He was a one-time All-Star, with the Cubs in 1961, and participated -- barely -- in the two World Series with the Dodgers, in Brooklyn in 1955 and in Los Angeles in '59. The teams he managed -- the Padres, Red Sox, Rangers, Cubs, and on an interim basis, the Yankees of 1999 -- produced a composite .509 winning percentage in 1,780 games and one first-place finish in 14 seasons. Interspersed with his seasons as a manager were 26 years of coaching that began with Expos in 1971, took him to Denver, San Diego, San Francisco, Boston, the North Side of Chicago, the Bronx and ended in 2006 in Tampa Bay.
From the days he was the Flatbush understudy to Pee Wee Reese through his years on the flank of a man with genuine Brooklyn roots, Torre, we lost track of Zimmer only once, in 1966 when he took his career to Japan for one last go-around as a player. Otherwise, his presence almost always was noted, always seemed to matter. Now his absence is conspicuous, permanent and mourned.