"I can throw out any man alive." Johnny Bench Catcher, Cincinnati Reds ** JUDGE KENESAW MOUNTAIN LANDIS
"Judge Kenesaw Mountain Landis, baseball's seventy- eight-year-old comissioner is the only successful dictator in United States history. There is no recourse from his decisions; answerable to no one. he can impose any fine or punishment he wishes for failure to obey any rule he sets for the industry which employs him."
CURRENT BIOGRAPHY (May 1944) **
The first baseball player to hit 25 home runs in a season "was Bucky Freeman, outfielder of the Washington club of the National League who hit 25 home runs and 27 triples in 1899." FAMOUS FIRST FACTS, 5th edition, edited by Joseph Kane, Steve Anzovin,nand Janet Podell (New York: H.W. Wilson Company, 1998) ** ON PITCHING TO STAN MUSIAL
Carl Erskine: “I've had pretty good success with Stan by throwing him my best pitch and backing up third.” ** YANKEE GREATS IN A 1960 FILM Cary Grant was a huge fan of the New York Yankees, which likely made it easier for the producers to get Yogi Berra, Mickey Mantle and Roger Maris to appear in the film.
iDMb Trivia for the 1960 film THAT TOUCH OF MINK, starring Doris Day and Cary Grant **
FROM COMPOSER JAMES D'ANGELO
Thanks for all of these quotations and the great Ted Williams poem. It was pure nostalgia reading it because i was such a follower of baseball as a boy, at least until 16-18. I was a follower (not a fan =fanatic) ofthe Cleveland Indians. In the autumn of 1948, the PE teacher who came into our grammar school said, “Today we going to listen to the World Series on the radio. It could have been the final game of the Boston Braves vs. Cleveland Indians, an all-tribal affair. And Cleveland won that series. It was my introduction to baseball and I decided that Cleveland would be my team. It never crossed my mind that I had to support a NY team. So I could only see my Indians when they played the Yankees, the dominant team of that period. But, in 1954, Cleveland bested the Yankees and played the NY Giants in the WS. And wouldn’t you know it? They lost 4 straight. Willie Mays was sensational. I never entered the Polo Grounds. Only once at Ebbets Field, home of the Dodgers. Only Yankee Stadium. The 1954 first base man for the Indians had the wonderful name of Luke Easter. ** “I’ve seen a lot of powerful hitters in my time but for sheer ability to knock a ball great distances, I’ve never seen anybody better than Easter — and I’m not excepting Babe Ruth.” — Del Baker ** LUCIOUS "LUKE EASTER" ] Luscious “Luke” Easter was born August 4, 1915 at 8:15 PM in Jonestown, Mississippi. During his playing career and later in life, Easter would equivocate on his birth date. Indians general manager Hank Greenberg once said, “no one knows how old Luke really is. No one, that is, but Luke himself, and sometimes I’m not sure that he knows.”
https://sabr.org/bioproj/person/luke-easter/
On 29 Mar. 1979,Luke Easter was killed by bank robbers while cashing his fellow workers' paychecks. **
"I've got the right to knock down anybody holding a bat." Early Wynn **
BASEBALL PLAYERS' SALARIES FOR THE 1869 SEASON
The first baseball team whose players received a regular salary was the Cincinnai Red Stockings. "A salary of $1,400 was paid to the shortstop, $1,200 to the center fielder, $1,100 to the pitcher, $1,000 to the 3rd baseman, $800 to first and the second baseman, the catcher, and left and right outfielders, and the substitute."
FAMOUS FIRST FACTS, 5th edition, edited by Joseph Kane, Steve Anzovin,nand Janet Podell (New York: H.W. Wilson Company, 1998 **
IN 1951 BOB "SUGAR" CAIN PITCHED AGAINST THE MIDGET EDDIE GAEDEL, THE MIDGET THAT BILL VEECK SENT UP TO BAT AS A PINCH HITTER
"Two of the most exciting things that happened, was pitching against the midget(Cain was the only baseball person at Gaedel's funeral in 1961) and also a game against Bob Feller when we both pitched a one-hitter and I beat him 1-0." This was the first time that two opposing pitchers had thrown one-hitters since Three Fingers Brown of the Cubs and Lefty Leifield of the Pirates had done it in 1906."
Burnham Holmes. One Shining Moment. Sports Heroes For a Day(New York: HarperTorch,2003) **
LOU GEHRIG IN THE 1938 MOVIE RAWHIDE
Rawhide is a 1938 American Western film starring Lou Gehrig and released by 20th Century-Fox. It was directed by Ray Taylor and produced by Sol Lesser from a screenplay by Jack Natteford and Daniel Jarrett. The cinematography was by Allen Q. Thompson. This is the only Hollywood movie in which baseball great Lou Gehrig made a screen appearance, playing himself as a vacationing ballplayer visiting his sister Peggy (played by Evalyn Knapp) on a ranch in the fictional town of Rawhide, Montana.[2] The film remains available on DVD and VHS formats."
WIKIPEDIA,entry for RAWHIDE
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RING LARDNER'S SONNET If Ring Lardner ever wrote a sonnet, I've never heard about it." Adolphe Menjou
That time of year thou mayest in me behold When rookie hurlers , some or few, do hang A sliding curve which strikes against the cold Bat of some hitter, where late my fastball sang; Girlie, in me thou see'st the twilight of my day, While my team -the Giants-- fades in the West. Late in the season a rummer bunch takes away Another pennant, that doth seal up all the rest. Girlie, thou see'st the dimming of my career That on the ashes of my dead arm do lie. My arm is well wore out and must expire, Doin' nothin' with that which it was nourished by. Well, girlie, no merriment in this tune: I love this game which I must leave too soon.
4 thoughts on “BITS & PIECES OF A MISPLACED LIFE: BASEBALL #3”
“The mighty Casey had struck out.” That is, in my case. Your love of the game and stats of baseball is mind boggling. You make me realize that what I see as “watching paint dry” is instead an intellectual battle going on in many people’s minds as the game progresses. You start by bringing what the team has already been able to do to that particular game. Then you factor in the other team’s skills, the weather, each player’s mental facility at that moment, and the physical abilities they bring to that stadium – at that moment. It’s a giant factorial analysis. I’m fascinated to observe you, and fans of other sports that I have not taken time to learn in any depth about.
I’ve come to love Formula One racing and what I once saw as fast cars going round and round a track about 75 or so times, I now can factor in the weather, the slipperiness of the track, the ability of a team to change all 4 tires in 2.5 seconds, the ability of each driver – at that time, how much money the team has, mechanically, what the car is capable of, and so many other factors, I stay fascinated. So, I get it. There’s outside the game, and there inside it.
As I’ve told you in the past, I was a member of the West Point Band from June 1960 – June 1963. West Point was a magnet for famous people, especially during those years. I’d been in the presence of John F. Kennedy and Douglas MacArthur and many TV “stars.” But my favorite was the noontime formation sometime in 1961 where we (our unit) were surprised by being introduced to Mickey Mantle, Yogi Berra, and Roger Marris, who were there to chat up the cadet corps. And yeah, they were in their baseball uniforms. I couldn’t believe how short Yogi looked or how close I was to them.
Thanks for keeping me on your list. Your poetry flummoxes me. I’ve never stood this close to poetry before. It reminds me of prose with oil on it. If I heated it, would it be French Fried prose? How bad am I? I’ve been known to toss off a limerick a time or two.
Keep me on the team coach, I’m trying to catch up.
Dear Mike: Thank you for your kind and generous response to my blogs etrc.
Always great to hear from you & to get to know you better.
With all good wiahes,
Louis
“The mighty Casey had struck out.” That is, in my case. Your love of the game and stats of baseball is mind boggling. You make me realize that what I see as “watching paint dry” is instead an intellectual battle going on in many people’s minds as the game progresses. You start by bringing what the team has already been able to do to that particular game. Then you factor in the other team’s skills, the weather, each player’s mental facility at that moment, and the physical abilities they bring to that stadium – at that moment. It’s a giant factorial analysis. I’m fascinated to observe you, and fans of other sports that I have not taken time to learn in any depth about.
I’ve come to love Formula One racing and what I once saw as fast cars going round and round a track about 75 or so times, I now can factor in the weather, the slipperiness of the track, the ability of a team to change all 4 tires in 2.5 seconds, the ability of each driver – at that time, how much money the team has, mechanically, what the car is capable of, and so many other factors, I stay fascinated. So, I get it. There’s outside the game, and there inside it.
As I’ve told you in the past, I was a member of the West Point Band from June 1960 – June 1963. West Point was a magnet for famous people, especially during those years. I’d been in the presence of John F. Kennedy and Douglas MacArthur and many TV “stars.” But my favorite was the noontime formation sometime in 1961 where we (our unit) were surprised by being introduced to Mickey Mantle, Yogi Berra, and Roger Marris, who were there to chat up the cadet corps. And yeah, they were in their baseball uniforms. I couldn’t believe how short Yogi looked or how close I was to them.
Thanks for keeping me on your list. Your poetry flummoxes me. I’ve never stood this close to poetry before. It reminds me of prose with oil on it. If I heated it, would it be French Fried prose? How bad am I? I’ve been known to toss off a limerick a time or two.
Keep me on the team coach, I’m trying to catch up.
Mike
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Dear Mike: Thank you for your kind and generous response to my blogs etrc.
Always great to hear from you & to get to know you better.
With all good wiahes,
Louis
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To say your poem “knocked it out of the park” would be a dreadful cliche, so I’ll simply
say that it rounded the bases swiftly, touched where it should, and flew over anything
in its way — way to go, Slugger!
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Need a poem? Just call Lou
Plenty of merriment still in his tune.
Keep up the good work!
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