The Death of Steve Howe
Published May 02, 2006
Though I never met him, the death of former major league pitcher Steve Howe, 48, in an early morning, single vehicle, freeway accident in Southern California last week hit me hard and low. I always thought of Howe — whose career as a left-handed closer began so promisingly as Rookie of the Year for the Dodgers in 1980 before stuttering then stalling out after SEVEN suspensions for drugs and alcohol — as sort of my vastly more talented doppelganger.
Howe was just a few months older than I; we were of similar size, and we were both left-handed pitchers. Though my career peaked in high school, Howe was the Dodgers' closer by the time he was 22. I always rooted for him to get his career, then his life, back together long after he became much better known as a bad joke and an embarrassment than as a sensational pitcher. I never gave up on the guy - perhaps because it would have felt like giving up on myself.
I too had my problems with substance abuse all through my late-teens and twenties. I can't believe I never hurt myself or anyone else given the HUNDREDS of times I drove under the influence of alcohol over a period of about 15 years. The extent of my fortune and the severity of the consequences should my force field of luck falter, finally hit home on a late summer night in 1989.
For several years I had been telling myself that I was a better DJ when I drank - I relaxed, got into it more. I also got sloppy, ruined equipment and records, flirted with women I had no interest in, and said stupid things. But I could ignore that.
That night, my friend, the manager of a long-gone dance club carved out of the Sea Lion restaurant in Malibu, was going away to law school and I had just become separated from my first wife. So, for very different reasons, we raised many a glass together throughout the evening as I had entertained a gathering of tourists and locals while waves scenically danced against the breakwater and splashed upon the club's large picture windows.
With the drinking finally finished and the club closed, I brushed my teeth and scooped up a finger-full of peanut butter out of the jar I kept in the truck to mask the odor of alcohol. I chuckled at my own cleverness.
- The Death of Steve Howe
- Published: May 02, 2006
- Type: Opinion
- Section: Sports
- Filed Under: Culture: Crime and Court, Culture: Society, Sports: Baseball
- Writer: Eric Olsen
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Comments
When I saw the headline, I thought you meant the geezer from Yes.
thanks Matt, so far anyway!
Chris, you are so not American.
thanks Phillip!
Chris, Recognition is half the battle.
he's way over 48 and probably can't hit 50 on the radar gun
you mean, it wasn't an over-the-hill, zonked out has-been who died? damn it, i really want Yes to go the way of the dinosaur. oh yeah... that happened 30 years ago...
no offense to the pitcher. fuck Yes. sheesh. cape wearing freaks.
zz, so you're not outraged Yes isn't in the Rock Hall?
um... who cares about a hall of fame? i don't really think about the place.
so you're a nihilist?
no... why do you ask? i don't care for Yes or the idea of a "rock n roll hall of fame..." but does that make me a nihilist?
I have heard many nihilists often denigrate both the Rock Hall and Steve Howe, the guitarist
i am not your typical steve howe-rock hall hatin hater. but, really, i don't care if you want to label me a nihilist. whatever.
EO, this reminds me of our conversation and your piece about your friends in TN: humanizing the tragedies in the newspaper. Well done, Sir.
thanks Josh, or at least making it about me!
ZZ, just messing with you - joke!
Chris, you're talking to yourself.
Suss, classic line
e.o.--you must have missed the joke in mine... maybe it wasn't a very good joke... nope... it wasn't... oh well... i don't care anymore...
ZZ, sorry, get it now, my bad! The Internet doesn't convey nuance very well.
I am so thankful that you were the observer that night, not the observed.
Great writing, as usual!
thanks Dawn, I am too but still feel bad about the whole thing
Steve Howe was insane, he battled an addiction that was stronger than reason.
No sane man would give up every boy's dream to snort cocain, unless they were insane.
I shared this same insanity, but was given a miracle and have been sober and clean for almost 20 years.
I was always a fan of Steve Howe, and continue to be. My prayers are with his family.
thanks Bob, it's terribly sad for Steve - I'm glad you were able to come out on the other end - best wishes!
When someone has a drinking problem there is no such thing as tapering back or cutting down on the drinking. Alcoholism is a desease! There are only 3 ways around this...Soboriety, insanity or death. Steve Howe paid the ultimate price for his drinking with his life. He may have been drinking. I wonder if he ever thought about going to AA or did his wife ever consider Al-Anon or the kids going to Alateen? It's a family desease. It is a shame that he's gone. He was a great pitcher.
Thank you for taking the time to mention the death of Steve Howe. I was a classmate of his through junior high and high school and knew him to be an great guy. Through the past 30 years his cocky and good natured attitude never wavered in spite of the bad press. Those of us who had known him at any point always knew that he had it in him to pull out of his problems and we never doubted that he would do so. It never occurred to any of us that he wouldn't have time to go on. I believe that it hit all of us below the belt when we got the news of his death. It is an amazing thing to me now to find that even people who hadn't known him were affected the same way. I thank you for writing about it.
The most important thing that needs to be said about Steve is that he never stopped. He never lost sight of where he wanted to be and never stopped working toward it. The addiction that kept getting in his way surely kept knocking his life around, but he never stopped working and he never gave up. His pitching was a talent and he utilized it astoundingly because he knew that he was born to PLAY BASEBALL. His record stands on its own. But on a personal note, please know that he was a warm and outgoing, good natured, cocky guy who took time out to often talk to people... even one of the class nerds...








Eric,
I missed the news about Steve's death.
Quite a story you have presented here.
Glad that it has a happy ending on your end.