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Curious Contradictions and Contrasts in Sports

January 21, 2016

 

"Nutshell Summaries"

“Nutshell Summaries”

 

Curious Contradictions and Contrasts in Sports

  1. Now that football is becoming more conscious of the need to reduce the risk of concussions for the sake of saving more players from the kind of brain damage that leads to both earth deaths and uglier old age issues, the attraction-object of boxing remains for fighters to inflict concussions upon their opponents that are strong enough to produce dramatic states of unconsciousness for the thrill of the ticket-paying public.
  2. In 2016, outfielder Colby Rasmus will receive $15.8 million dollars from the Houston Astros after hitting .238 and 25 HR for the same club in 2015. In 1931, future Hall of Fame outfielder Goose Goslin hit .328 with 24 HR for the St. Louis Browns. Goslin was the best paid player on the ’31 Browns, raking in $13,000 for his efforts.
  3. Prior to World War II, young MLB-potential baseball players usually worked their ways up through several levels of whole season play before they reached the major leagues. By the time most of the qualified MLB rookies reached the big time, they brought with them a strong fundamental grasp of base-running, fielding, and situational hitting. That began to change steadily in the first two decades that followed World War II. As baseball encountered greater competition for the leisure dollar from other diversions, and as baseball found itself in direct competition with professional football and basketball for the best athletes, baseball had to accelerate the time table for young players reaching the majors to remain in competition with for the best athletes – and because the pool of major league qualified material was shrinking in the face of competition. By the 1970s, the rate of MLB ascendancy by players was fairly impossible. Today, in the second decade of the 21st century, the change is impossible to miss. Unfortunately, the major consequence of this change is that most young players today reach MLB with a much weaker understanding of all the routine fundamental knowledge we once expected of all big leaders. It has changed the way the game is played. Sadly too, it has reduced the quality of play we once expected. – Not to mention the biggest driving wheel in this “speed up” move of prospects to the majors would be remiss. Once the reserve clause lost out to free agency and the growth of a powerful player’s union, clubs felt the increased pressure to get their investment working as a dividend before they lost them to another team. Of course, good young prospects were going to get a quicker move to MLB. Their minor league timenow  would become as much an audition time as it once had been a training ground.
  4. Changes in the culture have changed the ambient joy possibility that many of us once derived from the virtually meditative experience of sitting at the ballpark and just taking in the sensory sights, sounds, and smells of the game. And these often included the presence of a hip organist whose skill at the keyboard furnished us with a game soundtrack of foul balls rolling up and down the screen behind home plate. Today the management position seems to be that it is necessary to fill in all of the lull moments with loud rap and rock music, costume character races, and an army of young ladies in shorts who skillfully shoot tee shirts into the stands. The premise of these activities seems to be that they are necessary for the sake of keeping fans from growing so bored at the game that they never come back. I think these ideas are dead wrong, but I also concede that my age and embraced enjoyment of the game date back to the time in which being at the game, the game itself, hot dogs, peanuts, Cracker Jack, and cornball habits of being one of the 10,000 or so scorecard keepers were all thrill enough.
  5. Today in baseball, teams and players can’t seem to give away enough baseballs to fans – and way beyond the numbers that leave the ballpark as foul balls and home runs. Not so in the old days. Back in the 1930s, the St. Louis Browns even posted employees in the stands at Sportsman’s Park to retrieve those foul balls for the low-budget Browns future game use.
  6. Although there is no research proof to suggest that changes in the baseball culture since the 1920s have done anything significant to improve the life of fidelity among married players today, it does seem logical that those early times of train travel and all day games did provide baseball players with more time for bonding, conniving, and free night-time for so inclined married players to explore all possibilities. In fact, in Sal Maglie’s bio, former St. Louis Brown and Boston Red Sox shortstop is mentioned for his own working definition of marital fidelity among the big leaguers of the early post-World War II years: “Fidelity is when a married player doesn’t (get with) another woman who lives in the same town as his wife.” So much for Norman Rockwell’s idyllic view of the good old days.
  7. Babe Ruth is noted for all night drinking binges that eventually led him to hit in at least one early next day game in which he was most probably still under the influence of alcohol at game time, but suffering his way into that state of withdrawal we commonly reference as a “hangover.” And, of course, as iconic legends are prone to do, Ruth blasted a long home run on his first time at bat. I’ve forever thought that it probably too wasn’t the only time that happened. The man was baseball’s Godzilla even long before the Japanese came up such an unstoppable monster. – Paul Waner was another prodigious drinker. (I don’t make diagnoses over the Internet.) One time, Paul’s usually high .300 batting average was falling toward the sub-.300 territory after a short period of sobriety and early bedtime when his manager allegedly told him to stay out all night drinking before the next games. Waner supposedly did as he was told, coming in the next day after dawn, and then going out there the next day and whacking out three or four ridiculously hard hits on his way back to the bottle and the high .300 hitting territory that was his norm. Life is an often curious flow of logical contradictions, but don’t bet the ranch on your chances of finding out that alcohol is also your best pal on the road to success.

That’s it for now. – Hope to see some of you at tonight’s (1/21/16) Sugar Land Skeeters winter baseball banquet!

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UH Shines in Houston TV Bowl Ratings

January 20, 2016

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The TV bigger picture ratings are in for the 2015-16 college football season and “our” UH Cougars again have done themselves proud. As you will easily note in the following table, among the 40 forty big and small bowl games played, UH-Florida State Peach Bowl was the fourth most watched post-season game in the Houston television market, surpassed only by the two college playoff and championship games. Our featured table shows only the three CFP games, bowls hosted in Texas, and bowls involving Texas schools, but the four leaders shown here were the only post-season games to earn double-digit ratings in Houston.

Note too, for UH to achieve a 10.5 rating and a home audience in Houston of 355,000, the Cougars had to pull those local numbers at a game that kicked off at 11:00 AM on Friday, December 31st, a working day for some. Compare that local interest level with the numbers for the TCU, Texas A&M, and Baylor games at more favorable times of day. To me, those comparisons don’t mean that local interest is greater in the Houston market for UH among supporters of the three mentioned Big 12 schools. They simply suggest that UH has awakened a long over-due base of support for the Cougars among alumni and previously unaffiliated fans of this city – and that the Peach Bowl carried much more weight for UH than those other bowls did for the three Big 12 reps. As a result, interest in watching the Cougars this time was greater.

13,000 Cougar fans also made that trip to Atlanta to watch UH shock Florida State in the Peach Bowl. Their red presence and the sounds of the UH band quickly evolved into the sight and sound energy-track of the Peach Bowl that those of us who watched at home on New Years Eve day saw too. Among the Cougar fan base, our energy for the fire of playing at the title match level of college football is now ignited and inextinguishable.

Our UH upgrade in facilities, our 13-1 winning 2015 record, our #8 final rank in the 2015 season polls, the winning culture that President Khator and Coach Herman have brought to UH football, the swelling support among the undergraduate Cougars, and the growing quickly partisanship base among the previously quiet or unaffiliated citizens of Houston have all worked to awaken our awareness and hunger for what comes next. – UH deserves membership in either the Big 12 or the SEC. And soon. And whichever conference gets UH will only be the stronger for it too.

Forgive my Cougar partisanship, readers. Those of you who know me understand that it is just one of those energy life lines that I have lived with since I was a fan of Cougar sports even before my undergraduate school days. Getting my undergraduate degree from UH as a working student is what opened the door for me to later earn my master’s and doctoral degrees from Tulane and Texas. I thank those two very fine schools too, but my heart remains forever with my first love. My only real love in this realm of things. Eat ‘Em Up.

2015-16 COLLEGE FOOTBALL BOWL TV RATINGS IN THE HOUSTON MARKET

# Bowl WINNER LISTED FIRST NETWORK RATING VIEWERS
1 CFT TITLE ALABAMA-CLEMSON ESPN 15.9 569,000
2 CFP ORANGE CLEMSON-OKLAHOMA ESPN 11.1 410,000
3 CFP COTTON ALABAMA-MICHIGAN STATE ESPN 10.9 430,000
4 PEACH HOUSTON-FLORIDA STATE ESPN 10.5 355,000
5 MUSIC CITY LOUISVILLE- TEXAS A&M ESPN 7.4 264,00O
6 TEXAS LSU-TEXASTECH ESPN 7.0 234,000
7 ALAMO TCU-OREGON ESPN 6,2 218,000
8 RUSSELL ATH BAYLOR-N CAROLINA ESPN 4.4 134,000
9 SUN WASHINGTON ST-MIAMI CBS/CH 11 3.0 90,000
10 DALLAS WASHINGTON –SO MISS ESPN 1.5 50,000
11 ARMED FORC CALIFORNIA-AIR FORCE ESPN 1.3 44,000

As for what this report says in general about the value of bowl games, you may enjoy looking at the data from the Houston Chronicle’s digital site on the viewer popularity of all the bowls in the Houston market:

http://www.chron.com/sports/college/article/College-bowl-game-ratings-in-Houston-market-6769812.php

If anything speaks for the banality of the old bowl system, these figures speak loudly. Is it any wonder that Arkansas State and Louisiana Tech in the “New Orleans Bowl” drew only 20,000 viewers in Houston? And those numbers most probably were inflated by the large base of compulsive football viewers who will watch anything that’s put on the screen that has anything to do with football. i.e., “This just in – the Colorado Home for Retired Nuns has just defeated the New Mexico Body and Fender School by a final score of 49-0! – Chalk up a romping walk for the Penguins!”

We may get that eight-club college football playoff format sooner than we first thought, presuming the Houston numbers are consistent with other market figures. Who wants to pay for advertising on all these games that nobody watches?

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Bill McCurdy

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Morales and Drellich Charm and Inform SABR

January 19, 2016
Julia Morales ROOT Sports Field Reporter January 18, 2016 Photo by Mike cCroskey

Julia Morales
ROOT Sports Field Reporter
January 18, 2016
Photo by Mike McCroskey

 

They were both charming. They were each informative.

Julia Morales of ROOT Sports and Evan Drellich of the Houston Chronicle both addressed the Larry Dierker Chapter of SABR last night at the January monthly meeting of the Larry Dieker Chapter at the Spaghetti Western Ristorante on Shepherd, south of I-10.

Two of Houston’s brightest young and rising sports media stars were our contributing guests – and both raised the bars on their easy-to-like public styles as being terrific in person. And both spoke informatively on the Astros and their individual working experiences.

For those of you sports fans who may not know because of your current residences under large local rocks, Julia Morales is the bright and eager-to-take-on new challenges field reporter for ROOT Sports at all Astros baseball and Rockets basketball games. Evan Drellich serves as the beat writer for Astros baseball, but also does op-ed pieces and coverage of all major sports in Houston. Ironically, both have been on their separate Houston sports jobs since 2013, the year the Astros moved to the American League.

Julia grew up in Plano, Texas, outside Dallas, as the son of a high school track coach, an athlete in her own right, an eventual member of the Kilgore Junior College Rangerettes, a UT Austin journalism/media graduate, and a die-hard Dallas Cowboys football fan. (North Texas folk are prone to that malady, don’t you know?) Evan is a New Yorker. He grew up a red-blooded Mets baseball fan.

Arriving late for our SABR speakers/dinner meeting, my involvement with a chicken-laced Caesar Salad as each wonderful guest spoke denied me the opportunity of taking notes, but I do not recall Julia also expressing any die-hard devotion to the Texas Rangers during her childhood years. Wishing won’t make it so now, but the professionalism of both media speakers in behalf of the Astros, urges me to raise the question that maybe we share with others: How do two people from Dallas and New York, who grew up loving the Cowboys and Mets, box up all of their childhood passions and appear to be, at least, objectively supportive of any team from Houston winning anything? It is a fact they do it well. It is a puzzlement that any childhood emotionally-invested fan could ever really make the switch.

Maybe the answer is this simple. Julia and Evan both grew up, but people like me do not. I was a rabid Houston Buffs fan as a kid and an aspirant future writer or broadcaster of the game. While pretending to broadcast a game from the Knothole Gang back in 1950, a buddy, and my only listener, suddenly asked: “Could you do this good a job doing the play-by-play for the Dallas Eagles?”

“No,” I said. “They would fire me inside of one inning for being partial to Houston!” Julia and Evan appear to be better than that.

Julia regaled us with stories of her learning curve on the long season baseball road. She regaled that the doughnut hamburgers in Pittsburgh were an item to-die-for. And we believed her. In fact, some of us would only have needed to be in the room with that delicacy for the evening to gain ten pounds. Julia also impressed us with how much she’s learned about baseball from her three seasons on the road. The dailiness of baseball may be the greatest educative feature about the way the game is played. And we shall attest to the fact too that her post-game skills and interviews are further testament to her growth about baseball over the past three seasons. She’s doing very well and would be sorely missed if she were to depart the ROOT Astros team. – She’s also improved at dodging Gatorade showers while interviewing game heroes.

A link to more on Julia Morales:

Evan Drellich Houston Chronicle Sports Astros Beat Writer SABR Speaker, 01/18/16

Evan Drellich
Houston Chronicle Sports
Astros Beat Writer
SABR Speaker, 01/18/16

Evan writes at a maturity level beyond his apparently young age and experience. He has a great understanding of the game and he writes incisively of the Astros needs, but he avoids the corner that so many sports writers paint themselves into of becoming something of the “nagging partner” who is always ready to tell the club what they “should” and “should not” do to improve the team. He simply lays out the facts for everyone to see, fans and the club alike, for the sake of drawing their own conclusions. When Evan does enlist possible answers, he is never shaming or pushy. Just factual. As in, “here are the choices.” – I told Evan this last night: He’s now my new favorite locally active writer. And not because I always agree with his conclusions.  But because he always seems to start a topic with the right questions. The world belongs to those who, through intelligence or luck, come up with the right answers to the right questions. – Getting the right answers to the wrong questions does nothing to improve a bad situation. – Good Luck to you too, Evan, but please! As Houston fans, we would love to have you tell us sometime, as a Mets kid fan, how you really still feel about former Astros pitcher Mike Scott.

A link to more on Evan Drellich:

https://twitter.com/EvanDrellich?ref_src=twsrcgoogle|twcampserp|twgrauthor

Beyond the two excellent speakers, we again want to thank Jim Kreuz for coming up with another fine meeting program!

We also want to congratulate Larry Miggins for becoming the first winner of or SABR Chapter’s annual Bob Dorrill Award for Community Service to Baseball! It will be awarded this Thursday night, January 21, 2016, at the Annual Baseball Winter Banquet hosted by the Sugar Land Skeeters at Constellation Field, starting at 7:00 PM. Pre-paid attendees will need to pick up their banquet tickets at the front office door upon arrival. – Thanks to Ira Liebman and all the other great Skeeters people for making this important part of our Houston Area Hot Stove League season possible!

Another Reminder – Fan Fest will be held by the Houston Astros at Minute Maid Park this coming Saturday, January 23, 2016, from 10:00 AM to 4:00 PM. SABR will have a table there, promoting SABR membership and selling copies of our wonderful “Houston Baseball: The Early Years, 1861-1961.” Please join us. And if you would like to help man the SABR table, please contact Bob Dorrill at your earliest opportunity.

bdorrill@aol.com

The winner of Tom White’s tough “Who died on This Date in History?” quiz was first time meeting attendee and SABR member, Larry Wemberley. – Welcome, Larry, and please come back and bring your baseball knowledge and moxie with you on a regular basis.

Thank you! Now Let’s Play Ball! … Soon!

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Take Me Out To The ‘Stros Game

January 18, 2016

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TAKE ~ me out to the ‘STROS-GAME,

Don’t boom the music so LOUD!

Lose all the rappers – and tee shirt SHOTS,

They-make-me-so-mad ~ that ~ I-can-see-SPOTS!

Let’s just ROOT, ROOT, ROOT for the ASTROS,

Organ music will do all the SAME!

And if – THEY – DON’T  ~  WIN – IT – THIS YEAR,

JIMMY – CRANE’S – TO – BLAME!

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Here Goes Johnny!

January 17, 2016

 

"All work and no play made Johnny a bad boy. All work and no play made Johnny a bad boy. All work and no play made Johnny a bad boy."

“All work and no play made Johnny a dull boy.
All work and no play made Johnny a dull boy.
All work and no play made Johnny a dull boy.”

Look. We all have to learn in our own ways. Johnny Manziel will either learn the hard way that maturity is pretty much a requirement for the full use of his skills or he will have to live with the consequences that come with prolonged or permanent immaturity. Remember the old saying? – We are only young once, but we may choose to remain immature indefinitely. If turning 40 in 17 years, and suffering the lessons of crystal clear hindsight doesn’t do it, then the hospital, the domestic relations courts, bankruptcy, the penitentiary, the mental hospitals or drug rehab centers, or a job sacking groceries at HEB will have to suffice while he’s waiting for the cemetery.

That’s just how it is. And the rest of us know the truth from our own mild to bloody personal experiences in the real world. We’ll just have to wait and see where “Here’s Johnny” leads as it quickly transforms into “Here Goes Johnny.”

Here’s a link to a January 6, 2016 piece of news about Le Bron James’s marketing agency cutting ties with Manziel. It only appeared in the Houston Chronicle as a sports section sidebar today, Sunday, January 17th. Too bad more of Le Bron wasn’t able to rub off on Johnny while the two were still together in Cleveland. Every gifted young athlete could learn a lot about personal maturity from “The King.” That man James is amazing in so many realms, but his factual place in Manziel’s young professional life simply supports one of the difficult truths about growing up. – Until someone is ready from the pain of their own consequential experiences, the greatest teachers in the world cannot help them.

http://www.cbssports.com/nfl/eye-on-football/25440537/lebron-james-marketing-agency-is-dumping-johnny-manziel

Good Luck on reaching an early enrollment in the School of Hard Knocks, Johnny Manziel. Hopefully, you will get to graduate from there while you still have any football opportunities left in your bag of good choices.

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JOHNNY-MANZEIL-HANDS

 

Remembering Dr. Richard Uray: 1956

January 16, 2016
Dr. Richard M. Uray A Man Ahead of His Time

Dr. Richard M. Uray
A Man Ahead of His Time

 

I’m feeling old. Maybe it’s the fact that this year my 1956 St. Thomas High School class is celebrating our 60th graduation anniversary. Maybe the truth simply is – we are old.

Damn we’re old! And damn-if-i-know where the time went. All I know is – the Basilian Order priests at dear old STHS  did their very best years ago to goad us into knowledge that would help us find the wisdom trail once we were old enough to appreciate the lessons of personal experience that awaited each of us singularly along the way.

During the summer of 1956, using today’s linguistic expression, I was uber pumped to be starting college in the fall. I was happy, single, in love, playful, still playing some baseball in a summer CYO league, still catching a few games at Buff Stadium, working in a little men’s clothing store downtown, and just taking in all the joy I could find in each Houston summer day. Man, I was wired. The whole summer of 1956 was a golden time for me.

I was going to have to work to go to college, but that was OK with me. I would be enrolling as a freshman radio and television major in September and looking forward gratefully to the fact that I had been accepted for admission into one of the great pioneer programs of media study at the University of Houston. Sadly, but like so many others, including most of the faculty themselves, we lacked the clear wisdom at that time that television was far more of an ever-expanding media phenomenon unto itself – and not merely an expansion of radio, but with pictures.

Only one of my instructors, Dr. Richard Uray,  seemed to “get” the point I just tried to make, but I was among the limited segment of the herd who “got” the intellectual part of his message between 1956-57, while still lacking the divine inspiration of its Delphic truth until years later – when I saw it unfolding all around us through the technological advances that proved him a prophet without honor in his time.

Uray used to say things about TV like the following: “There’s an old expression in show business that goes like this: ‘You ain’t seen nothing yet!’ – Well, that old saying covers where TV is today in the late 1950s. – We ain’t seen nothing yet. – Color television is coming soon. And that will be followed by better, larger picture quality on sets at home. – Then you can count on other things too that friends tell me are not far away. We will soon enough, within the next ten to fifteen years, have a working tape technology that will allow us to record moving pictures with sound. Unlike motion picture film, these television tapes will require no development. They will be immediately available for broadcast use on television as we now use audio tapes on radio. – The implications for where this technology alone may take us defies our human imagination. – Maybe someday we will even figure out ways for people to use television directly with each other. I’m not quite sure how that might happen, but, when it does, television is going to change the whole way we now see our world.”

Dr. Uray understood. Progress is a direction, not a destination. Progress says : Anything that works well or serves a useful purpose can possibly be improved, if we have the desire, the will, and the energy to pursue it over however much time it takes.

Thank you, Dr. Uray, for being a visionary and an inspiration. I will always be grateful, even if I did change my major field to psychology in 1958. Thank you for helping me to see what I wasn’t totally ready to see or appreciate when I first heard you speak of such things. I did finally “get” the whole apple – and I’ve never let it go. Your hopeful and expanded view on how to look forward to even greater possibility in anything that is good and true now has lived within me for sixty years. And I’m still counting. At least, through the time it takes to finish this column and go to sleep.

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Note: Dr. Richard M. Uray (1924-1998) was only 32 and he then had a full head and mustache of jet black hair when I first met him as a broadcasting instructor at UH. He also had one of those beautifully resonant baritone speaking voices that churns out clearly spoken words as though they were scriptural, but destined for delivery at a “Front Page” style “here-it-is, get-it-or not” pace.

Uray later spent most of his academic career as Broadcast Chair of the University of South Carolina School of Journalism and was inducted into the South Carolina Broadcasting Association Hall of Fame in 1995, three years prior to his death. USC at Columbia SC has established broadcasting scholarships in his name as the most meaningful way to observe the memory of one who was both a seer and fine teacher.

For further information, use this link and scroll down the page to find the material written about Dr. Uray.

http://www.scba.net/mullinaxrecollections.htm

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Lotto Lamentations of a Baseball “Player”

January 15, 2016

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1.6 billion dollars is a big hit for all of us “losers” in Wednesday night’s Powerball Lottery. I should have honed in on my baseball memory bank and converted my quick pick long-odds-against-me-“fate” into a selection that soared meditations into Powerball winning destiny.

And any of us who “think” baseball daily as surely as the sun rises in the NL/AL East could have honed in on the winning Powerball ticket numbers that burned rightly in meditatively first attracting the right questions to answers we all know:

Here they are ~ after about fifteen minutes of “OM” on the range of the six famous baseball questions that contain questions with numerical answers that also contained the five ticket numbers attached to the Powerball Number:

Question 1: In what year did John McGraw of the New York Giants refuse to play the Boston Red Sox in what would have been the second consecutive World Series?

Answer: 1904

Question 2: In what year did the Chicago Cubs win their most recent World Series?

Answer: 1908

Question 3: In what year did the Chicago Black Sox Scandal take place?

Answer: 1919

Question 4: In what year did Babe Ruth hit his longstanding record of 60 home runs in a single season:

Answer: 1927

Question 5: In what year did the “Gas House Gang” St. Louis Cardinals and Dizzy Dean defeat the Detroit Tigers in a seven-game World Series?

Answer: 1934

Powerball Question: In what year did the San Francisco Giants begin their active streak of winning the World Series every other year in even-numbered years?

Answer: 2010

So what? ~ Here’s what: Wednesday’s serious money lotto had to be the biggest “woulda’, coulda’, shoulda’ ” disappointment for all of us numbers-loving baseball fans who saw those numbers for what they really are in our eternal list of special dates. – We had ’em, folks. We simply didn’t focus freely enough on putting our minds on these cherished numbers from baseball history that make up so much of our daily enjoyment in life. Had we done so, we just may have bought one of the winning lottery tickets.

Of course, having said that, I might also have played the Houston baseball angle with 28, 31, 61*, 62, 65 and a powerball number of 05.

  • Two Houston baseball ties ae connected to “61” and neither has anything to do with Roger Maris.

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A Super Fan’s Story: Be Careful What You Ask For

January 14, 2016
Hoyt WIlhelm Knuckleballer Hall of Fame

Hoyt WIlhelm
Knuckleballer
Hall of Fame

 

 

Baseball Super Fan Autograph Collector

Baseball Super Fan
Autograph Collector

Bob Gibson Fastballer Hall of Fame

Bob Gibson
Fastballer
Hall of Fame

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A very good friend told me a story yesterday about an experience he once had with Hall of Fame pitchers Hoyt Wilhelm and Bob Gibson during an appearance they were making in Houston. It was so funny that I couldn’t resist sharing it here with the part of the world that is our readership at The Pecan Park Eagle, but I also had to come up with a fair way to write the story that would both keep it fresh and also serve  the interest of protecting my friend’s identity, in the remote event that he might not want to be personally acknowledged as the baseball autograph super fan collector who set these whole chain of his real and my imagined conclusions into motion as to how this tale began and “might have” concluded.

Let’s just tag my anonymous baseball buddy with “Super Fan” and leave it to that anonymity forever. Only “Super Fan” is free to reveal his true identity on these public pages. I will never tell.

Here’s how it happened:

Once upon a time, Super Fan came unexpectedly upon two Hall of Fame pitchers, Hoyt Wilhelm and Bob Gibson, sitting happily together at a Houston public event. (I won’t even go so far as to say it was a baseball game – or even to reveal the name of the ballpark where the anonymous site chance meeting took place.)

Be that as it may, Super Fan was prepared, as per usual, for this sort of thing. He carried with him a brand new MLB baseball and a jet black permanent ink roller ball pen to get just the right kind of non-fading signatures of each man that he so coveted.

The Hall of Famers greeted Super Fan with understanding and respect for his interest in their signatures. Hoyt Wilhelm smiled and even reached out to take the pen and ball that Super Fan wanted to use in this exercise.

“Say, man,” Wilhelm suddenly uttered, as he rolled the ball on all stitched sides for a total look. “This is a dad gum  brand new baseball! – You don’t want me to sign a ball that doesn’t even look like it’s been used in a game, do you?”

“I kind of wanted you sign a fresh ball,” Super Fan tried to utter.

“Well, ‘fresh’ ain’t good enough for me,” Wilhelm cut in to say. “Any ball I sign has got to, at least, look like it’s seen some game action!”

Wham!

Before anything else could be said, Wilhelm had stood up and slammed the ball hard to the rough concrete floor in front of his seat and then caught the now baptized article on the first high bounce.

“There!” Wilhelm said, as he first observed and then showed the now rough two-inch skimmer streak that newly blessed the ball’s cover on the sweet spot.

“Now I can sign the thing!” Wilhelm added as he wrote his name over the tattered section and handed the ball to the now sinister-grinning and also standing Bob Gibson.

“Shoot, Wilhelm!” Gibson chuckled. “You’re a knuckleballer. You didn’t put any real game action on this ball at all. Let me show you what a Gibson fastball will do to bring out the game action life of this little old baseball!”

KA-BOOM!

Gibson hurled the baseball to the concrete in front of his space with the same kind of force he once used on the mound. It’s contact with the sidewalk-hard floor sounded like a mortal landing of such a pitch upon the head of an unfortunate batter. It bounced thirty feet high, but Gibson also caught his descending treasure on the one-bounce fly and then spent time admiring the gash that now stretched across another stitching as an imprint on two panels of the Super Fan baseball. Then he too signed the ball and returned it to Super Fan, as both Hall of Famers shook his hand and thanked him for his sincere interest in their autographs.

In his wrap up of the story, Super Fan told me: “I was lucky the ball survived as a recognizable relic with the signatures of those two great Hall of Fame pitchers.

“No,” I said to Super Fan, “you were lucky that Bob Gibson put the act to rest when he did!”

“What would you have done had Bob Gibson carried the cause of game-worthy appearances in this matter to the next level?”

“What if Gibson had kept the ball after he signed it and – then – made the following suggestion:

” ‘OK, Super Fan! Stand back over there about 60’6″ and lean your head forward! – After the next pitch, you will be able to tell your friends the ball was your prize for making the mistake of taking batting practice against Bob Gibson!’ ”

Super Fan laughed hard at my suggestion, but the look in his eyes (which I had to imagine since we were talking over the phone, but it’s one I have seen before in him in other matters of far-fetched possibility) told a slightly different story. His eyes said, his soul said, “I almost wish that Gibson had beaned me. – I’d be a different person today.”

Different person all right. A dead versus a live person.

I’m glad he didn’t bean you, Super Fan. Had he done so, I doubt you would have been around last night to tell me your very funny true story. And I would be forced to grieve the loss of your fun company.

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Bill McCurdy

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A Question Too Late for Monte Irvin

January 14, 2016

 

1946 Newark Eagles World Championship Ring Owned by Player, Chris Cole Sold at Auction in 2010

1946 Newark Eagles
World Championship Ring
Owned by Player, Cecil Cole
Sold at Auction in 2010

 

We are hoping that someone asked Monte Irvin these questions prior to this sad week of his passing: “Did you ever own a 1946 Newark Eagles World Championship ring? If so, what happened to it, Monte? If not, how do you explain the Cecil Cole ’46 ring that surfaced for a 2010 auction by his family? It reportedly sold for $11,750.

The auction site claims that the Cole 1946 ring “is the only Negro League World Championship ring we have ever seen. We have no idea if others have survived, or if all players on the team even received one.”

Monte Irvin was living in a Houston retirement community by the time of the 1910 ring auction. Did anyone from the auction site try to contact Monte to see what he knew about the Cecil Cole ring?

Maybe someone among you knows the answers here. If not, here’s the auction site link for anyone else interested in getting to the truth about the rarity of the Cecil Cole 1946 Negro League World Championship ring. It’s hard to imagine only one of these precious artifacts as the sole survivor of rings ever awarded – not merely to the 1946 Newark Eagles, but to all Negro League championship teams for all time.

http://www.robertedwardauctions.com/auction/2010/1723.html#photos

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Same Chris Cole Ring Side View

Same Cecil Cole Ring
Side View

Rest In Peace, Monte Irvin

January 13, 2016
""If we had known he wanted to be a dictator, we would have kept him around and made him an umpire." ~ Monte Irvin on Fidel Castro's failed tryout with the former's Cuban ball club. December 9, 2009

“If we had known he wanted to be a dictator, we would have kept him around and made him an umpire.”
~ Monte Irvin on Fidel Castro’s failed tryout with the former’s Cuban ball club.
December 9, 2009

 

By now, you probably know the sad, but unsurprising news, considering his age. Two days ago, on January 11, 2016, Baseball Hall of Famer Monte Irvin passed away in his sleep at his Houston home at the age of 96. When I heard, my first thoughts hovered briefly along the lines of what a beautiful way to go that would be for any of us, but deservedly so for someone like Monte Irvin, a man who gave and received a ton of love in all he did in his lifetime as one of baseball’s greatest examples of what giving oneself to life with all one’s total humanity should be about for all of us.

Monte Irvin gave of all his passion and ability to everything he apparently did. And we loved him for it. He also was a thinking, sensitive, aware, and active life soldier in the ongoing battle that belongs to all of us in the war against racism and other forces that work against social justice and equity for all.

Monte will be missed, but the energy for the good he set in motion during his long lifetime shall remain in flight. Relative to the idea that even the movement of a single butterfly’s wings have their own singular altering effect on the future of our planet, Monte Irvin flew through life on the wings of the (Newark) eagle that he lived to be – and the currents for the better destiny in human relations he set in motion shall awaken others to the same call – long beyond this day of our physical separation from him.

God Bless You, Monte Irvin! Our love for you and all you’ve done for the rest of us will live forever.

Here’s a link to Monte Irvin’s SABR biography:

http://sabr.org/bioproj/person/883c3dad

And here are couple of past columns from The Pecan Park Eagle that are tied to Monte Irvin:

December 9, 2009: The Monte Irvin-Larry Dierker “Baseball: Then and Now” SABR Meeting at Minute Maid Park:

Irvin-Dierker Movie Saved by Sony Hand Camera!

On June 9, 2010, it was my honor to be the lucky transporter of Monte Irvin to a special Saturday meeting of SABR at the all too brief reopening of the Finger Furniture Houston Sports Museum at their Buffalo Stadium site/Gulf Freeway @ Cullen location. Since we had to travel from far west side of Houston, the area where we both lived, we shared a little more than an hour of total baseball talk time that day in my car – and Monte was as warm and funny and wonderful as someone I might as well have known personally forever.

I felt so overwhelmed by the presence of this great Hall of Fame star from my baseball card, Game-of-the-Day childhood memories, that something happened to me that rarely, if ever, occurs. Soon after I reached home, I was aware that I had brought with me the uplifted mood and good feelings about Monte’s presence, but little detail of all the things he told me openly and in response to my questions – and, I mean, we talked about his near miss for the role that Jackie Robinson played in breaking the color line, his days as an all sports athlete while he was growing up in Orange, New Jersey, his days in the Negro League as a member of the Newark Eagles, team owner Effa Manley, the great Josh Gibson, Leo Durocher, the 1951 New York Giants, and Bobby Thomson’s “Shot Heard Round the World” against Ralph Branca, – that it wasn’t what he said about anything that stood out in my memory. It was the live way he spoke about everything as one who was  overjoyed (most of the time) to simply have been there for all of it. – My time with this baseball icon proved to be the closest ride I ever took in a time machine – and the wonderful Monte Irvin had been the Captain of our flight.

Thank you, Monte! – And Godspeed to the memories, perspectives, wisdom, and joys you now take with you to the galaxy of a spiritual realm that is, one and the same, both very close to all of us, even now, and yet, too, so very, very far away.

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NY Giants BB CAP