Ghosts of Prospects Past: Mark Lewis
June 14, 2009
Hello and welcome to the first edition of "Ghosts of Prospects Past"—the only IPI column that favors hindsight over foresight. Tapping into my irrational nostalgia for obscure roster moves and forgotten future stars, I’ll be helping to shed a little light on the current Indians by looking at where they’ve gone wrong—and right—in the past. After all, before any of us skewer Mark Shapiro for dealing Cliff Lee for a bunch of prospects, it might help to remember how Cliff Lee got here in the first place (Bartolo Colon trade, 2002).
Since we’re fresh off the amateur draft, it only seems fitting to start our time traveling series with a look back at one of the Tribe’s most highly touted draft picks of all-time— the Brady Quinn of his day—Mark Lewis.
Following the Sports Illustrated cursed season of 1987, the Indians brought in GM/President Hank Peters to try and breathe some life into the franchise. In his first draft on the job in 1988, Peters selected the baby-faced Mark Lewis out of
Unlike some top prospects who excel in the Minors only to flop under the bright lights of the Big Show, Lewis never really realized his potential at any level. Drafted at the age of 18, he never hit .300 in the Minors, and despite reaching Cleveland for the second half of the 1991 campaign, he would continue bouncing up and down from AAA for the next four years. His best season in a Tribe uniform was 1992, when he played in 122 games and hit .264 with 5 HRS and 30 RBIs—Enrique Wilson production.
To Lewis’ credit, he did eventually find his niche, however briefly, as a journeyman middle infielder. After making history as the final out in the final game at Municipal Stadium in 1993, he was traded the following season to the Reds for Tim Costo (another forgotten future star). From there, it was a string of one-year contracts for Lewis, logging part-time duty in
Lewis finished up with a career average of .263. No batting titles. No votes for the Hall of Fame. And of course, no World Series rings. Here’s hoping Alex White’s future proves rosier.