The Many Moves of Edwin Jackson: Baseball's ultimate chess piece journeys toward history
SYRACUSE, N.Y. -- For the third time in the past week, ever since his baseball career landed at its latestâand geographically northernmostâoutpost, Edwin Jackson was just encouraged to write a book. Apparently the idea is already taking hold. âI might need to get started,â he says. âAs much as Iâve been through, I couldâve had a nice little journal right now. I couldâve had an editor already working. Or maybe Iâll take a month of just talking into a recorderâa story about every team.â
At first Jackson suggests the working title, Life of a Rolling Stone, but quickly concludes that Mick and Keith and the band would object on the grounds of copyright infringement. So he pauses to think. Itâs a drizzly afternoon in late June, several hours before the Syracuse Chiefs, the Triple A affiliate of the Washington Nationals, host the Scranton/Wilkes-Barre Railriders. As Jackson lounges in the home dugout at NBT Bank Stadium, wearing some slick camouflage leggings and a flat-brimmed cap that seems to hover above his hair, fellow Chiefs pitchers trickle onto the field for pregame stretches. At 33, Jackson is the second oldest of the group. He has also thrown more major-league innings than the rest combined.
âThe Life of a Chess Piece,â he finally says. âThere you go. Because thatâs what we are.â
And no active player has hopscotched around the board more often than Jackson. âLA to Tampa Bay to Detroit to Arizona to Chicago, from Chicago to St. Louis, then to D.C.,â he says, no sweat. âD.C. to Chicago--this time for the Cubs--to Atlanta, to San Diego, to Miami, to BaltimoreâŠâ
On June 7, the righthander entered from the Oriolesâ bullpen and began the seventh inning with a 92 mph two-seamer against Pirates outfielder Gregory Polanco. At that moment, Jackson reached historyâs doorstep: By appearing for his 12th different MLB club, he officially moved one shy of matching former pitcher Octavio Dotelâs all-time record. In 15 years, Jackson has dressed for eight franchises in the National League and four in the American League, spanning five of MLBâs six divisions. Among active players, pitchers Bartolo Colon, Jason Grilli and Chad Qualls come closest . . . at nine apiece. Add up all of Jacksonâs teammates and you get enough bodies to staff 27 different 25-man rosters, with three to spare.
âSometimes youâre just a pawn, man,â he says. âIâve been traded after bad years. Iâve been traded after a 14-win season. Sometimes it doesnât even matter what you do.â Other times Jackson has felt like the king. On his 20th birthday, Sept. 9, 2003, he debuted for the Dodgers and beat Randy Johnson in Arizona. As a Ray in 2008 he led the team with 14 wins as it stunned baseball by reaching the World Series. As a Tiger he made the 2009 All-Star Game, where he efficiently recorded three outs on four pitches to help the AL to a 4-3 win. The next year he tossed a no-hitter for the Diamondbacks against the Rays in which he threw 149 pitches, still the highest single-game total by a pitcher in the past 14 years. (âAll that means is I really stacked the deck against myself.â) In 2011 he he won the World Series as a Cardinalsâfittingly enough with Dotel as a teammate.
âHey, you can be everything,â he says. âA pawn, a king, a knight.â Two spaces up and one over, able to move forward, backward, left, rightâcertainly the knight is valuable. Six days after his Orioles debut, Jackson was designated for assignment and released. According to his agent, Omar Bradford, Jackson fielded opportunities to match Dotelâs career mark. Instead, he broke new personal ground by returning to an organization for the first time, signing a minor-league deal with the Nats. âFirst repeat offender,â he says, smiling wide.
So far, Jackson has made good on his decision. After carrying a 17 1/3-inning, four-hit scoreless streak with Syracuse into the All-Star break, he earned a promotion to start for Washington on Tuesday in Anaheim. It will be Jacksonâs first MLB start since September 2016, back when he played for the Padres, which means prospective publishers should be notified about an updated word count. âHe probably could write a book, honestly,â says Tigers outfielder Justin Upton, a close friend and former teammate. âStories for days.â
But where to begin?
âMan,â Jackson says, âI guess if I was going to write something, Iâve got to go back to high school.â
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As the national crosschecker for the Los Angeles Dodgers, tasked with filing follow-up reports around the country, Jimmy Lester rarely found time to watch the local team less than three miles from his home in Columbus, Ga., located near the Alabama border. Heading into the 2001 draft, the top prospect at Shaw High School was Nick Shore, a pitcher who eventually went in the fourth round to the Expos. âThat was the guy everyone wanted to see,â Lester says. But Shawâs head coach, Charles Flowers, kept bugging him about someone else, an outfielder whom Flowers kept calling, âmy sleeper.â
That June, Los Angeles drafted Jackson in the sixth round, 190th overall, but wondered whether to put him on the mound or in the outfield. After all, he had only started during his senior season at Shaw, and even then was still learning how to pitch. For a time the Dodgers let him hit during instructional league. Then the scouting director visited, clocked Jacksonâs fastball around 94 mph, and told Lester, âHe ainât hitting anymore. Heâs a pitcher.â
The Dodgers saw his raw talent as moldable, and Jackson was an eager pupil. He reached the majors just 27 months after getting picked and promptly out-dueled the Big Unit. Before the 2004 season, Baseball America ranked him as the fourth-best prospect in the game. Perhaps poised to become the Dodgersâ next great homegrown pitcher, Jackson was instead packaged to the Rays in January 2006. âIt wasnât a big deal the first time I got traded,â he says. âIt was, well, onto the next journey. Everybody handles change different. For me, itâs never really been hard.â
As a kid, Jackson had no choice but to adapt. He was born in Germany, the son of retired Army sergeant Edwin Jackson Sr. Before age 7, his family had moved to Louisiana, returned to Germany and finally settled at Fort Benning in Georgia. âBeing on the move, itâs all I know,â Jackson says. âLife out of a suitcase. Itâs like I was predestined for this.â
Certainly Jackson can attribute some of this adaptability to his military background. But heâs also a naturally joyous soul, armed with diverse musical tastes that make him the perfect clubhouse deejay. Heâs also been known to hurl some creative trash talk at the card table but is always quick to let rookies borrow his truck for trips to the store. âWhether itâs Latin, black or white,â says Melvin Upton Jr., Jacksonâs former roommate and teammate in the Tampa Bay organization, âeverybodyâs always loved him, no matter what team heâs been with.â
Which doesnât quite jibe with Jacksonâs rĂ©sumĂ©, at least to the uninformed eye. âThat was the rap for a while,â he says. âWhat are you doing to people? Whatâs the deal? Why are you on so many different teams? Iâve had people tell me, âI assumed you were an a------,â until I actually got there.â
But no one draws paychecks from 40% of the league by being a bad teammate. âFrom the outside looking in, the natural response is, âOh, he may not be a clubhouse guy,ââ Justin Upton says. âThatâs not the case at all.â In fact, the All-Star outfielder adds, âSome of the stuff heâs been through, heâs one of the only people I know who could handle that.â
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It wasnât always easy. As a cargo train rumbles east beyond the outfield wall, Jackson lifts his shirt and reveals a quote from Martin Luther King Jr., inked in large cursive on his left oblique: âThe ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.â
Each piece of artwork on Jacksonâs body holds meaning. There are footprints from the births of his two children, Exavier and Elan. A pair of dice cast to 3 and 6, the jersey number he wore for six MLB team and sported in Syracuse. The first tattoo was the biggest, a cross adorned with initials of family members and wrapped in rose thorns, dripping both blood and water. Another twoâthe MLK quote and the phrase âBy any means necessary,â which runs along his collarboneâremind Jackson to stay positive âwhen s--- hits the fan,â he says.
Not coincidentally, he got both of these while playing for the Cubs.
Already seven teams deep and fresh off his first tour in Washington, Jackson hit paydirt by signing a four-year, $52 million contract with Chicago on Jan. 2, 2013. The term was supposed to give Jackson some stability, especially after deadline trades in both '10 (D-Backs to the White Sox) and '11 (White Sox to the Blue Jays, who promptly flipped him to St. Louis). Instead Jackson went 16-34 with a 5.37 ERA in two-plus years, team president Theo Epstein called the signing âa mistakeâ to season-ticket holders and the Cubs released him in July of 2015. âI lost 18 games one year,â Jackson says, remembering 2013 more matter-of-factly than mad. âI could try to blow 18 games on purpose, throw balls right down the middle, and still get outs.â
Around that time, Jackson was beginning to start a family. He first met Erica Zanders when he was in the Dodgersâ system, at a bar near Montgomery, Ala., where she was stationed with the Air Force and his relatives lived. He proposed when he played for the White Sox, postgame in Anaheim, and they married two days after he signed the Cubs contract, at a ceremony officiated by former MLB outfielder Chris Singleton. Sheâs packed up rental houses and rushed to new cities, two childrenâa third is due this Novemberâin tow. Â âItâs always a s--- show,â she says, calling from the Homewood Suites in Syracuse. âBut we make it work.â
A former air traffic controller with overseas service stints in South Korea and Dubai, Erica Jackson has actually hopped around more than her husband; sheâs never lived anywhere longer than five years. But even she admits that Edwin handles change better: âHeâs very go-with-the-flow. His mentality, which he tries to emphasize to me, is that worrying wonât help. A couple timesâand I say a couple, maybe twoâhe came home and he was pretty upset about a game where he gave up a bunch of runs, and he yelled off the balcony. That was it.â
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Over a lengthy chat in the Chiefsâ dugout, Jackson doesnât break from his default calm. âAt this point,â he says, âeverything from here is a bonus. Made my money, got a World Series ring, right now itâs just about having funâhaving fun and getting back to the big leagues, and hopefully seeing if we can win another ring somewhere. Iâve got 10-plus years in. Have fun, stress-free. When Iâm tired of it, then Iâll retire.â
That day isnât coming soon. After allowing one run and striking out 22 in 20 1/3 innings with the Chiefs, Jackson earned a promotion to replace Nationals starter Joe Ross, who needs Tommy John surgery. According to the Washington Post, Jackson could have opted out of his contract and sought work elsewhere if he hadnât reached the majors by Aug. 1. Instead, one of baseballâs greatest gadabouts returns to D.C., which he calls âone of the places I feel like Iâm at home.â
Can Jackson break Dotelâs record? His friends think so. âWith his knowledge, as many games as heâs pitched in, what heâs been through, heâs got the capacity to do anything he wants,â Upton Jr. says. âIâm calling that he pitches until heâs 40.â For context, Dotel needed until age 38 to hit a bakerâs dozen; pitcher Mike Morgan and hitter Matt Stairs each reached 12 in their 40s, and Ron Villone joined them at 39. Jackson meanwhile turns 34 this September and has never had a major injury.
Does Jackson care? In his mind, that particular topic isnât worth spilling much ink. âIf it happens, it happens,â he says with a shrug. âIf not, then hey, it wasn't meant to be.
âRide the wave, man. Itâs like youâre in the ocean. You canât swim against the current. Flow with it, and see where it takes you. Thatâs life.â