Posts Tagged ‘Baseball’

Gandhi at the Bat!

August 11, 2009

Gandhi 001 BASEBALL FILM FESTIVAL IN WAXAHACHIE THIS WEEKEND, AUG. 14-16. Thanks to vintage 19th century base ballist Wendel Dickason, we are now advised of a benefit baseball film festival that is scheduled for the classic Tower Theatre in Waxahachie, Texas this coming Friday through Sunday, August 14-16. Proceeds from the event are all dedicated to the support of the Waxahachie High Shool baseball team.

Cost of this little trip back in time is nominal: The price is $5 per each of the three featured movies – or $10 for a three-day pass to all. Friday features Eight Men Out at 7:30 PM and 10:00 PM. The Saturday show is Bull Durham at 1:00, 3:00, 5:00, 7:00, and 9:00 PM. The Sunday bill features Field of Dreams at 1:00, 3:00, and 5:00 pm. Each feature film will be preceded by a ten minute documentary entitled Gandhi at the Bat. Wendel Dickason will also be on hand all weekend to serve as your historical guide to the history of Waxahachie baseball, including information on the time way back there in 1919 when the little north Texas city served as the spring training home of the Cincinnati Reds. The Reds “won” the World Series that year when they “defeated” the tainted Chicago Black Sox, five games to three.

For more information on the theater event and Gandhi at the Bat, check out these two websites:

http://www.texasmusictheater.com/page6.html

http://www.gandhiatthebat.com/

It’s for a good cause, if you can make it. Besides, if you’re a baseball history fan, what better time could you find to visit the birthsite of the great Paul Richards, former major league catcher, manager, and the second general manager in the history of Houston major league baseball?

We also understand that Waxahachie is home to one of the world’s most haunted restaurants. I can’t remember the name of the place, but I recently learned about it on one of those little “ghost doc films” you find so easily on cable TV these days. I’ll bet Mr. Dickason can point all gastrospiritually inclined diners in the right direction at suppertime, once they reach town.

As for the notion of  Mahatma Gandhi ever playing baseball, that prospect may be as real as those cafe ghosts up there in Waxahachie. If Gandhi, indeed, played baseball, and based on his slight and slender body type, I’m guessing he had to be a middle infielder, and most probably a second baseman. I don’t think he had the arm to handle shortstop.

Enjoy your trip to Waxahachie, everybody!

Minute Maid Park: Making the Case for Character and Tradition.

August 10, 2009

Minute Maid Park 3 Ten seasons deep into its life as a baseball venue, the place that began as Enron Field at Union Station before its reputationally redemptive  transformation into Astros Park, and then Minute Maid Park,  is alive and well – and building surface patina by the layers-worth on its quirkiness as yet another one-of–a-kind home to Houston baseball. That tradition of uniqueness in Houston is steeped in the six major parks that have served as home to our professional baseball warriors since 1888.

1) Houston Base Ball Park (1888-1906). The forerunner of West End Park at 601 Andrews Street and Smith Avenue, south across the street from the lustre of local history that is Antioch Baptist Church, HBBP is about 90% certainly the same forerunner site of the 2,500 seat ballpark that followed it in service. HBBP seated about 300 people on wooden bench stands, but it offered few amenities we see as necessary today for enjoyment at the game. The problem for research here is nailing down something from one of the agate-type newspaper stories of its time that clearly notes its location beyond doubt. From my research of the real estate plattes from that era, I cannot see any other place in the near downtown area that would have served its purpose as well as the long open field on Andrews. That site is now part of the Allen Center, but no city plaque exists to mark it as the cradle of Houston’r professional baseball history. (Houston real-time base ball birth goes back to April 1861, when the first Houston Base Ball Club was formed in the room above J.H. Evans’s Store on Market Square. As soon as we are able to confirm the precise location of Mr. Evans’s Store, we will be able to petition the City of Houston to mark that spot too as the real birth site of baseball in Houston.

West End Park 2) West End Park (1907-1927). For twenty-one seasons, for sure, the 2,500 seat wooden grandstand ballpark near downtown served as the home of the Houston Buffaloes of the Texas League. Rookie Buffs center fielder Tris Speaker helped cristen the place in 1907 with some dazzling play in the cavernous outfield while also leading the Texas League in hitting that year with a .314 batting average. During this same two-decade period, a young man from Austin named Fred Ankenman gradually took over running the Buffalo stampede into local hearts as chief executive under local ownership and later as President under the club’s ownership from the early 1920s by the major league St. Louis Cardinals. West End Park was a nice place, but it was never big enough to house the future plans of the fellow that ran the Cardinal operation – a fellow named Branch Rickey, the man who served as the genius of minor league farm team design and hands-on micromanager of all moves pertaining to Cardinals baseball. After the Cards won their first World Series over the New York Yankees in 1926, Rickey and Ankenman acquired a parcel of land on the rail lines that flowed east from downtown Houston. They built a $400,000 jewel of a ballpark on what was then called St. Bernard Avenue. That street later was renamed as Cullen Boulevard. The ballpark they built there was christened as Buffalo Stadium on April  11. 1928. Ironically, Union Station, at the corner of Texas and Crawford, was one of the principle places that fans caught the trains and street cars for transportation in the afternoons to Buffalo Stadium on game days.

Buff Stadium Mural 3) Buffalo/Buff Stadium (1928-1952); Busch Stadium (1953-1961). Subtract the three lost years in which the Texas League was closed down during World War II (1943-45) and “Buff Stadium” was home to Houston baseball for 31 active seasons from 1928 to 1961. I’m, of course, absorbing those few final seasons in which the place was technically renamed as “Busch Stadium” into that figure. Most of us diehard Buff fans never accepted that name change in the first place.

Seating 8,000 people originally, Buff Stadium eventually expanded down the left field line  to handle as many as 11,000 seated fans – with a total gate potential of over 13,000 when the outfields were roped off to accomodate a standing room only crowd. A 1951 spring exhibition game betwen the Buffs and the New York Yankees with DiMaggio and Mantle playing in the same outifield drew well over 13,000 – and that standing-in-left-center-field gate inscluding my dad, my brother, my best pal, and me. The pictures in my mind from that day still cry out for development. I shall forever regret not having my camera with me on that storybook day.

colt stadium 4) Colt Stadium (1962-64). It was never intended as anything more than service as a temporary home for Houston’sn new major league club, the Colt .45’s – and it’s just as well. The place that many of fans called “The Skillet” was tough enough during the work week night games, when Houston’s vampire squad mosquitoes feasted upon this congregation of human flesh and blood, but it was worse than Dante’s Inferno on weekends under the direct fiery blaze of the sun. With no overhead protection, and with the surrounding parking cement reflecting all that heat back up into the humidor-like confines of Colt Stadium, people dropped like flies at daytime weekend games. For those conditions, the short-lived Colt Stadium earned a place in baseball history. It forced the ball club to seek permission for night baseball on Sundays, something that had been unheard of previously due to all the blue law notions about the role of baseball on the Lord’s Day, anyway. Attedance at Sunday night games in Houston was so improved that it led to other clubs playing games at that night time slot also. It wasn’t long before televised Sunday Night Baseball became a fixture among the viewing habits of fans.

We have Colt Stadium to thank for that little ripple on the wall of history.

astrodome 5) The Astrodome (1965-1999). Judge Roy Hofheinz dubbed it as ” the eighth wonder of the world” once he renamed the Harris County Domed Stadium as “The Astrodome” – the new home of the newly renamed Houston Astros. Looking back now, I have to admit to something that I think almost all of us experienced back then in those more innocent and  far less jaded days of big change. – The idea of a domed stadium just blew us all away. We could not  imagine any ballpark that could be built to protect the game from weather – that wouldn’t also interfere with the flight of most high-arching fly balls.

As it turned out, it wasn’t fly balls hitting the roof that presented a problem. It was the outfielders being able to see fly balls as they flew into the camaflauge of the ceiling beams and roof-side window lights that was their new background. You hard core fans know the rest of this story. The Astros painted the ceiling windows to make it easier for fielders to see the flight of high batted fly balls. That action killed the grass and led to the introduction a new articial surface material called Astroturf –  and many other changes from that point forward.

For, at least, the third new stadium in a row, Houston had produced venues that led to broader change; Buff Stadium became the model for the construction of upscale ballparks in minor league cities; Colt Stadium led to Sunday Night Baseball; and the Astrodome led both baseball and football to the use of Astroturf as a field covering.

Unfortunately, the Astrodome also became the “cookie-cutter” model for multi-purpose venues that would principally serve as home to both baseball and football as a cost-reducing incentive on the side of promoting public support for professional sports. Similarly dimensioned stadiums soon opened in St. Louis, Pittsburgh, Philadelphia, and Cincinnati. None of these other places had roofs, but New Orleans soon enough built a second domed stadium for football that vould have been used for baseball too, if the city had possessed a big league club.

Minute Maid Park 11 tals hill

6) Minute Maid Park, 2000-2009 & Counting. Our current downtown ballpark represents Houston’s commitment to the retropark, baseball only, or principally baseball, movement that began in Baltimore during the early 1990s. As such, MMP came to life bearing certain quirky features of three great ballparks from baseball’s early years. I like them all, but let’s parade them out there for those who may not have noticed the lineage on these particular features. (a) The Polo Grounds: Although the dimsensions of MMP are not as extreme, the short porches on the foul lines and the deep center field distance is remindful of the much steeper rectangle that governed the flight of baseballs in the old Polo Grounds in upper Manhattan. Many people who quickly notice the short distance down the line at MMP are not so quick to note that dead center in MMP is 35 feet further away than it was at the Astrodome. (b) Fenway Park: The distance down the left field line at MMP is the same 315 feet that governs the same area at Fenway Park in Boston. We don’t have a “Green Monster” wall in left, but we do have a pretty tall manual scoreboard there (another retro feature that makes playing the ball off the wall) anything but routine. That “Crawford Boxes” seating area has become one of the great places to watch baseball too. I’ll take it over the cookie-cutter wall and seating area in left field at the Astrosome any day of the week. (c) Crosley Field. We have Astros President of Baseball Operations Tal Smith to thank for the elevaed hill shown in the picture at left. “Tals Hill,” as its aptly called, is a double throwback to a feature that had been built into Crosley Field (then known as Redland Field) when it was built in 1912. Instead of leveling the field up to street height when they finsished the field, they simply covered the last few feet as a gradually climbing, fifteen degree incline to the street. Someone back there saw one of two advantages to this feature. In the days prior to warning tracks, the incline gave fielders a buit in message that they were nearing collision with a fence. The second use of the hil was to provide graduating sight lines for fans standing in the outfield during SRO games. Tal remembered the left field hill feature from his early days with the Reds organization and spoke out in favor of its inclusion in the new Houston ballpark. Thank goodness, he did. The Hill – and the on-the-field flagpole that Tal also suggested – are two of the most enjoyable features at Minute Maid Park. In the decade they have been in place, they have ended no careers – and they have produced some of the best catches we’ve ever seen.

Bill McCurdyMinute Maid Park is a monument to baseball uniqueness among all other sports. As many fine writers have pointed out, ad nauseum, baseball isn’t controlled by the clock. Theoretically, a game could go on from here to eternity, if the score remains tied at the end of each full inning. It also doesn’t play out on an even gridiron, as does football. Baseball plays out on whatever field fits the reality of the community it serves – and you cannot blame your losses on the field of battle – unless you are just a loser looking for another easy excuse for your own failures.

For example, in one of my last years of adolescent baseball glory, I played a number of games in a center field area that I shared with a pretty good sized oak tree. I’d like to blame the oak tree for my lack of success that season, but I cannot.  The oak tree had no surprisingly agile moves out there in deep center. Unfortunately, neither did I.

Clarence Beers: Quiet Man of the ’47 Buffs!

August 7, 2009

Clarence Beers When a pitcher goes through a season garnering 25 wins against only 8 losses, you have to figure that he’s speaking loud enough alone by his performance on the field. Well, that was exactly how the soft-spoken Clarence Beers played it as the pitching ace of the 1947 Houstons Buffs. His efforts, with some considerable help from the ’47 Buffs offense, plus fellow 20-game winner Al Papai, proved plentiful enough  in getting the job done. With good command of his several quality pitches, the cool-tempered 28-year old quiet man from El Dorado, Kansas had done more than enough to draw attention from the parent club St. Louis Cardinals when it came to thinking about 1948 season. Beers had been a late season call up for the Buffs in 1940, but he only got here long enough at age 22 to go 0-1. Now it was seven years later, but even at age 29, and in spite of the fact that his 25-game win season in 1947 was only the first 20 plus wins year since his career began back 1n 1937, Clarence Beers finally had earned a shot at the majors with the Cards.

The opportunity for Beers finally came in relief on May 2, 1948. Unfortunately, Clarence lasted only two-thirds of an inning against the Chicago Cubs at Sportsman’s Park in St. Louis, giving up four runs (one earned) on three hits and a walk. Beers had no strikeouts. A walk and and a wild pitch also didn’t help his cause in an early season game captured by the Cubs, 13-4.

As so often happens, that was it for Clarence Beers in the majors. He was soon assigned to Columbus of the AAA American Association. where he posted a lacklustre 10-12, 5.35 ERA record for the minor league Redbirds. In 1949, Beers was back here to play for a bad Houston Buffs club, finishing the ’49 season with a record of 11-14 and a 3.48 ERA. Clarenece Beers also began the 1950 season with the Buffs, but was soon dealt to the Beaumont Roughnecks, the eventual champions of the Texas League that season under manager Rogers Hornsby. His 7-7, 3.72 ERA in 1950 preceded a return to Beaumont in 1951, where he battled effectively through the season, finishing with a 14-15, 2.80 ERA record. 1952 would prove to be Clarence’s last full season when he went 5-18, with a 4.47 ERA for Toledo-Charleston of the American Association. Beers finished 1952 with no record and  a 4.91 ERA for Seattle of the AAA Pacific Coast League. He then went 3-7 with three clubs in 1953 and then hung them up for all time.

When we add up the results of his fourteen year career (1937-42, 1946-53), we find Clarence Beers on the light side of a career record that included 148 minor lreague wins against 158 minor league losses. His statistically exceptional year came in 1947, when he also held the opposition scoring down well enough to finish with a 2.40 earned run aerage.

I only met Clarence Beers once – and that was at the 1995 Last Round Up of the Houston Buffs. I was impressed right away with his calm, quiet, cool, and steady manner. Everything I had ever heard about the man kicked in: He was a good guy to have on your side. He was about winning. He cared about the game – and he covered his teammates’ backs. No bovine bravado flowed from this man. He was just real. And it was my good fortune to have met the man who was one of the first professional pitchers I ever saw work back in 1947, the year of my baseball awakening.

Clarence Beers passed away on December 6, 2002, just three days short of his 84th birthday, in Tucson, Arizona.

Guy Sturdy: A Forgotten Houston Buff!

August 5, 2009

Guy Sturdy 2 It’s hard to find a good picture of fellows like Guy Sturdy, almost as hard as finding anyone other than the most arcane-interested of baseball researchers who even remember him. That’s Guy Sturdy in the St. Louis Cardinalesque uniform of the 1935 Baltimore Orioles. Guy had taken over as manager of  the then AA International League Orioles in late 1934. He held onto the skipper’s job without much success until he was fired and replaced during the 1937 season. Based upon Baltimore’s 5th place finish, 13 games back in 1935, we are inclined to presume that the new Packard that Sturdy is receiving in the picture as a gift from fans must have taken place at an earlier, more wishful moment near Opening Day of that season.

Guy Sturdy’s managerial career was totally mediocre and forgettable. From 1933 thhrough 1948, Sturdy managed eight minor league clubs, hitting one 2nd place run in 1940, but never finishing any higher in the standings than fourth place in any other season. It was as a a minor league hitter that Guy Sturdy earned his right ro be remembered by hard core baseball fans. From 1922-1935, 1938-1940, Guy Sturdy amassed a minor league career that included 2,546 hits, 203 home runs, 384 stolen bases, and a career batting average of .322. His career year happened with Tulsa of the Western League in 1926 when the left handed batting and fielding, six feet tall first sacker hit .353 with 67 stolen bases, 49 homers, and 163 runs scored. – How deserving of our memory is a season performed on that level?

Here’s where it gets strange when we have little more than stat pages to go by. – Sturdy’s lights out (before they even used lights) 1926 season flowed into a return to Tulsa in 1927. His homer totals dropped to 23, but his batting average climbed to .374. That little two-year rolling parlay bought Guy Sturdy a late season call up to the roster of the ’27 St. Louis Browns. For the five games he played in his first season with the Browns, Sturdy collected 9 hits in 21 times at bat. A double was his only extra base hit, but he also walked once without striking out a single time. His production netted him 5 runs, 5 RBI, a batting average of .429 and an on base percentage of .455. Sturdy was back with the Browns in 1928, but he then hit only .222 in 54 games – with only two extra base hits ( one double, one homer) and for an on base percentage of .340. It was back to the minors and the Birmingham Barons in 1929-1930, where he would  hit .297 and .317 in the then A-ball level Southern Association over the course of those two years.

In 1931, during his only year here in the Bayou City for then A-ball level Texas League action, Guy Sturdy hit .295 with 3 homers and 69 RBI for one of the greatest Houston Buff teams of all time. With his performance numbers down, however, and with hot Cardinal prospects teammates like Dizzy Dean and Joe Mewick grabbing all the local headlines, the 32-year old journeyman Guy Sturdy simply wasn’t up to getting the kind of gas he needed to rise any higher in the game than he did five seasons earlier. Sturdy would have one more monster batting average year down the road at age 39, when he would hit .359 as the playing manager for Marshall of the C-ball level East Texas League. Unfortunately, his late season physical attack upon an umpire led to a 90-day suspension that carried over into the 1939 season, when he only managed at Marshall.

Right or wrong, the old ’31 Buff, Guy Sturdy, went out fighting. Today he deserves to be remembered as a man who contributed to Houston’s 1931 Texas League pennant victory – and as a fellow native Texan who went out there and had a pretty fair country league career in the minors. Guy Sturdy was born on August 7, 1899. That means that this coming Friday is the 110th anniversary of his birth. He died on May 4, 1965 in Marshall, Texas, just three months shy of his 66th birthday.

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Thanks for the memories, Guy Sturdy! This blog site is no eternal flame on the history of Houston baseball, but it will have to do – until the real thing comes along.

First Annual Knuckle Ball Is A Pitch for Life!

August 2, 2009

AKB 001 The Ist Annual Knuckle Ball, a full dress benefit banquet established by the Joe Niekro Foundation to raise money for aneurysm research at Methodist Hospital in Houston, took place as scheduled on Friday night, July 31st, at Minute Maid Park. The gala dinner featured both a silent auction that filled the entire Union Station rotunda – and a live auction conducted by Stephen Lewis during the dinner itself.

With Hall of Famer Joe Morgan serving as master of ceremonies, the attending guest list read like the Who’s Who of baseball – and with a pretty good taste of some big lights in the sports of football, basketball, and soccer making roll call too. For an effort started by a great boost of energy and intelligence from  Joe’s daughter, Natalie Niekro, the program unfolded as an equal tribute to both Joe ad Natalie. It took all of the Niekro family intelligence and determination, clicking on all cylinders, to come off as well as it did – and it came off very, very well.

In addition to Joe Morgan, other Baseball Hall of Famers on hand included Joe’s brother Phil Niekro, of course, Sparky Anderson, Bob Feller, Robin Roberts, and Ozzie Smith. (Forgive me if I left anyone out.) The list of famous former Houston Astros was equally impressive, but here’s where I know I’m going to miss some names. There were just too many former Colt .45’s and Astros circulating among the crowd of several hundred people who came on this special night for absolute certainty here, but this is my humble  list of countable people: Kevin Bass, Dave Bergman, Enos Cabell, Larry Dierker, Phil Garner, Ed Herrmann, Art Howe, Craig Reynolds, Joe Sambito, Mike Scott, Bill Virdon, Carl Warwick, and Jimmy Wynn. And that Astros list is expanded importantly too by the additions of Owner/CEO Drayton McLane, Baseball President Tal Smith, Business President Pam Gardner, General Manager Ed Wade, and longtime loyal Astros employee Judy Veno. Longtime media folks like Kenny Hand and Gina Gaston of Channel 13 were also present, as were Jo Russell, the widow of former Buffs President Allen Russell, Larry Dluhy of the Texas Baseball Hall of Fame, and spiritual writer and teacher Marie Wynn. Other sport icons in attendance inluded former Houston Rocket and Basketball Hall of Famer Elvin Hayes, former Houston Rocket star Mario Elle, former Houston Oiler quarterback Dan Pastorini, and former Oiler quarterback Oliver Luck, who now also happens to be President of the Houston Dynamo, the city’s first serious venture into the world of professional soccer. Former Pirate-Tiger Jim Foor and his terrrific wife Sandy Foor were also present to make everything shine all the more. Jim and Sandy have both logged time as playing members of our Houston Babies vintage base ball club as charter members of the 21st century edition of Houston’s 1888 original pro club. Other Babies players in attendance included Jimmy Disch, Scott Disch, Matt Moak, Logan Greer, and yours truly, Bill McCurdy, the Babies General Manager. – Satch and Lynn Davidson also were on hand. Satch Davidson is a former National League umpire and a member of the Texas Baseball Hall of Fame; Lynn Davidson, of course,  is the well-known and respected Houston pet bereavement professional.

The reception began officially at 6:36 PM. The past normal time start was done to (1) highlight Joe Niekro’s  uniform number as an Astro; and (2) to also make the point that it is now past time, via Joe’s decesased status, to consider retiring his Houston uniform  number 36 from all service use by any future Astros. Among all his many accomplishments in baseball, Joe Niekro has held onto one very special record in Houston MLB franchise history. – With 144 wins in Houston, Joe Niekro has the most career victories as a Houston big league pitcher – and he has held that record since 1985, when he passed Larry Dierker for that distinction. Dierker remains second to Niekro in career Houston wins with 137, but current Astro ace Roy Oswalt (with 135 wins) is on course to pass both Dierker and Niekro sometime in the 2010 season, barring, heaven forbid, any further complications that may linger into 2010 from his current disk troubles. One thing this likely means is that Joe Niekro most probably will have surrendered a great Houston record next season  – but only after holding onto it for a quarter century (1985-2010).

Thousands of us ancient fans of both Joe Niekro and the Astros think it’s high time now to honor the man for all he has meant and continues to mean to this  franchise and the quality of life in Houston. The Joe Niekro Foundation and the Knuckle Ball stand tall as living proof of the Nielro family commitment to Houston. Let’s retire # 36 at Minute Maid Park in Joe Niekro’s honor during the time, or coincidant with the time, that current pitching star Roy Oswalt closes in and becomes the new record-holder next season. Such a ceremony at MMP will pack the house – and rightly so.  I cannot think of another move the Astros could make in this area that would be more deservedly supported by the fans. As a man of performace and character, no one else out there on the cusp of  receiving this special club action of honor holds even a small candle to Joe Niekro as an equally deserving recipient. – That grail belongs to Joe Niekro.  – So, let’s give it to him – and by no later than 2010, please. It’s the intelligent, tuned-in, right thing to do.

Til then, the music plays on, – and there were all kinds of musically soaring spirits going on at Friday night’s electric Knuckle Ball. The Houston Astros are to be congratulated for lending their magnificent facilities to the cause as the most fitting venue for this banquet celebration of Joe Niekro’s life. Everything that everyone saw and experienced on the broad ban of things worked out beautifully. Special applause goes out to Drayton McLane in this regard too. The man’s support of things that are good for Houston fly too far beneath the radar. It is time that people started recognizing that we have a club owner in Houston who shows his caring for happens in this community in ways that count. I’ll start the line here by saying, “Thank you, Drayton! You are, without a doubt,  the good man that your daddy raised you to be – and we appreciate you! The Knuckle Ball could not have succeeded on its high level this first year, and under these economic conditions, had it not been for you and your people. – Houston thanks you!”

The evening program following the reception began with a delicious meal and a heartwarmig welcome and explanation from Natalie Niekro about how the Joe Niekro Foundation and the Knuckle Ball came to be as a “Pitch for Life” against the sudden silent killer that is aneurysm. Natalie was followed  by one of  her dad’s former Astros teammates, Enos Cabell, who spoke of what it meant personally to have known Joe Niekro as a fellow player and friend.

I shared a table with several wonderfully knowledgeable  Houston people, including Hal Finberg and Marc Melcher of the Global Wealth Management, Merrill Lynch team. Hal kept us posted at the banquet on the Astros@Cardinals scores from St. Louis, and Marc shared some interesting news of the Heritage Society’s plans to stage a major show next year on the history of baseball in Houston. Marc Melcher serves on their board. Hmmm! I wonder if I know of anyone who might enjoy getting involved in that project? – Now, how in the world did Marc and I happen to find ourselves seated next to each other by “accident?”

The old age jokes were flying high in my neighborhood on Friday night. Jim Foor enjoyed introducing me as the original and only General Manager of the Houston Babies. – The Babies played their first game on March 6, 1888! – Later on, Dave Bergman and Ed Herrmann stopped by to speak with me as we were waiting on our cars in the valet parking pickup line. They each wanted to tell me how much they enjoyed my poem about Joe Niekro, but Ed Herrmann acted as though he didn’t expect to be remembered. “I remember you, Ed,” I said. “You were a catcher.” Herrmann got this stunned look on his face as I said these words, but before either of us could speak again, former first baseman Bergman chirped in with, “See there, Ed! I told you if you just came with me tonight that we’d eventually run into somebody who was old enough to remember you!”

What great fun we all had – and all for a worthy cause too!

Music at the end of the evening’s program was provided by Grammy Award Country Music Artist Collin Raye.

My role on this magic Friday was to recite a poem that I had written about Joe Niekro and the new Knuckle Ball purpose. I was there by special invitation from Ms. Niekro. Although I did not read the title on Friday night, I’m calling this piece “A Pitch for Life Against Sudden Death.” I’m just happy that I was able to get through my recitation without tongue-tripping over my own material before this once-in-a-lifetime audience. Here’s the copy – without the spoken voice breaks and pauses that breathe it completely into life:

AKB 003 Born in Martins Ferry – in the fall of ’44, Joe and Brother Phil – were the knuckler’s paramour! – They wound their way through baseball, vexing hitters all the same – From Mendoza’s line to Da Vinci’s circle, the knuckler was to blame!

A batter couldn’t hit a pitch that floated, dipped, and dove. – He simply left his hopes stillborn, back on the old hot stove. – The Niekros didn’t waver; their pitches danced and sang. – They stung their foes with K’s and woes; the victory bell they rang!

Three-hundred Eighteen wins for Phil; Two Twenty-One for Joe!  – Phil found his way to Cooperstown; Joe’s glory came too, you know! – In 2005, Joe Niekro, – for his Astros heart, so game, – Was proudly too inducted by the Texas Hall of Fame!

And when we lost sweet Joseph – in October of ’06, – There were no words to heal the shock of a loss that so transfixed, – Our attention to the cause of loss – aneurysm was its name, – And wiping out that assassin is the Knuckle Ball’s lone game!

And as we think of Joseph now – as we surely always will, – We shall always think of him and Phil – and all they did to thrill, – The hearts of baseball fantasy – that rode the knuckler wave, – One as a loyal Astro – the other as a mighty Brave!

And as we say hello again to a baseball summer night, – We shall not see a sky with stars that does not soon invite, – All our fondest memories of the knuckler – and the man, – Ascending all around us! – Count the diamonds, if you can!

AKB 004 Go forth, Joeseph Niekro, through the heavens afar! – Throw your tantalizing knuckler, so we’ll know where you are! – And, on some summer night soon, across a sky, black as tar, – We shall find you fluttering wobblers, striking out a shooting star!

And every time we find you again, our prayer shall be simple, but true: – “Lead us in the Knuckle Ball pitch, Joe, for an answer to aneurysm too!” – The silent monster must be slain; the resident villain must be banned! – We shall not rest until the day – there are cures for the evil at hand!

So, go forth for us all, Joe Niekro, through the infinite heavens afar! – Throw your tantalizing knuckler again, so we’ll know where you are! – And on some summer night soon, across a sky pitch-black as tar, – We shall find you fluttering wobblers, striking out a shooting star!

We can do it with your help, Joe! – You’re pitching in the Bigger League now!


My Team: Houston Buffs Forever!

July 31, 2009

HBF - Big 4A couple of days ago, I presented y choices for the All Time Buffs team, based upon career performances in the big leagues and their accomplishments with Houston. Four future Hall of Famers filled nine of those spots, but none of these guys are members of my all time favorite Buffs starting lineup. “Houston Buffs Forever” is my Buffs club, the one I grew up watching, the one I’d be willling to go to baseball war with as either a field or fantasy all star club manager. These guys were my heroes – and they all played during the years of my “open-to-role-models” years, 1947 to 1953. Anyone who played for the Buffs before or after that time frame had little to no effect upon me as a character mentor, with a few exceptions, but I did continue to learn about life and baseball from all the guys I watched play at Buff Stadium through their last year of 1961. Bob Boyd, who broke the color line in Houston in 1954, would be the biggest example of a teacher who came to me in thr middle of my adolescent years. I admired the cool-under-fire way in which  Boyd handled the pressure of performing very well as the first black man to play for the previously all white Houston Buffs. I also loved watching future left fielder Billy Williams, third baseman Ron Santo, and pitcher Mo Drabowsky of the 1960 season club, but none of these guys, not even Boyd, made it to my personal starting lineup – the one I call “Houston Buffs Forever.” Here they are – my personal favorites – now and forever. I’d take on the whole baseball world with these guys – and I’d keep on trying, win or lose, with this same lineup, to excel against all odds. These guys are all a generous blend of baseball character and athletic talent.

HBF - HEMUS 2B SOLLY HEMUS, SECOND BASE: Solly was my first baseball hero back in 1947, that is, unless we don’t count my dad. but he was definitely my first role model from the professional ranks. Hemus played three seasons for the Buffs (1947-49) before going on to his very successful career in the majors with the Cardinals and Phillies. He is still going strong today in the oil business at age 86. Solly went into private business after concluding his tenure in baseball as a manager and coach, but he has stayed in touch with the game and a variety of charitable causes supported by various baseball concerns. Solly Hemus is one of the most humble philanthropists that the game has ever known. He supports a number of worthy works, but he avoids any action that will draw serious attention to his giving. If everyone we know had the heart of a Solly Hemus, and the modesty that only comes from the anonymity of the giver, the world would be a much nicer place for all of us. Solly Hemus is also the only member of the All Time Buffs Performance Club to make my personal Buffs preference team.

HBF - EPPS CF HAL EPPS, CENTER FIELD: They dubbed him as “The Mayor of Center Field.” His speed and defensive skill spoke to the origins of that nickname, ut he laso patrolled the Buff Stadium middle garden as though there were no term limits on his tenure of service. Long before I ever saw a Buffs game, Hal Epps played in Houston from 1936-1939 and again in 1941-1942. I first saw Hal play during his last three years in Buff Stadium, from 1947-1949. The former Philadelphia A’s and St. Louis Browns outfielder was a pivotal player for the 1947 Houston Buffs’ Texas League and Dixie Series Champions. After he left baseball, Hal Epps lived quetly in the Houston area until his death at age 90 in 2004.

HBF - MIGGINS LF LARRY MIGGINS, LEFT FIELD: Irish Larry Miggins had a four season stay in Houston (1949, 1951, 1953-1954) as a slugging outfielder for the Buffs. His 28 HR during the 1951 season were a big factor in the Buffs capturing the Texas League pennant that year. He also had a great tenor voice and was sometimes asked to sing at games on special holiday occasions. “When Irish Eyes Are Smiling” is the number I remember best. Miggins was noted for his honesty. One time, when he was playing left field for the Columbus Redbirds in a playoff game, a batter hit a ball over Larry’s head that the umpire ruled a ground rule double for landing in an unplayable area short of the stands. When the other team protested that it was really a home run that had then been dropped into the unplayable area on field, the umpire called time to ask Larry which call was correct. Larry’s words supported the opposing team’s view – that it, indeed, had been a home run for the opposition – thus, costing his own team a run. For that honesty, Miggins was almost run out  of the stadium on a rail by the home crowd, but it was honesty the umpire wanted.  And honesty is Mr. Miggins’s middle name – or should be. Larry Miggins is one of my dearest friends in the world. Today, at hearly age 84, he still lives in Houston with his lovely Irish wife Kathleen – and very near their surviving eleven grown children and numerous grandchildren.

HBF - WITTE 1B JERRY WITTE, FIRST BASE: My first sacker is one of the greatest sluggers in minor league baseball history. Jerry’s 308 career home runs included the 38 he blasted to lead the 1951 Buffs to a Texas League pennant and, more incredibly for that pre-steroid era, the 50 HR he launched for the 1949 Dallas Eagles. Jerry Witte didn’t simply “”Crawford Box” these homers, he blasted them – high, hard, and faraway into the night or late afternoon skies – and in a manner that reminded of Babe Ruth. They were the baseball trajectory version of the great western Arch Memorial in St. Louis. – As a kid, Jerry Witte was the biggest hero I ever had. As an older adult, he was also my best friend. – A few years ago, I helped Jerry Witte organize and write his memoirs in a fine little book called “A Kid From St. Louis” (2003). (If anyone is interested in a copy, please contact me by e-mail for information about the purchase of a hard-bound first edition. As in all other matters, my e-mail address is houston_buff@hotmail.com . Jerry and Mary Witte were both myclose  friends – and they spent most of their lives  in the same East End section of Houston where I grew up, and attending the same St. Christopher’s Catchlic School that was my place as a kid. We lost Mary to cancer in 2001. We lost Jerry to a broken heart in 2002 at age 86. Jerry and Mary had seven daughters, whom I love today as if they were my own family. Jerry Witte was the most down-to-earth good man I ever met. Wish we could have kept him forever. The world would be a much better place for it.

HBF - BOYER 3B KEN BOYER, THIRD BASE: When Ken Boyer joined the 1954 Buffs, he came with “great major league future” stamped all over his travelling trunk. He could run, hit, throw, hit for average, and hit for power. His 1954 Buffs stats included a .319 batting average, 21 home runs, and 116 runs batted in. He was too good for a second season in Houston, but he was the offensive force of that championship club while he was here. He actually performed better in Houston than Ron Santo did, six years later in 1960. Either guy is a great pick at 3rd base, but I’ll take Boyer as my personal choice – and that’s probably influenced by remnant bias in favor of people and things of the Cardinals over the same from the Cubs. I’m pretty much biased in favor of St. Louis, except for those times they stand in the way of our Houston Astros. Under that circumstance of St. Louis versus my beloved hometown, I’m for Houston all the way. Every time.

HBF - BASSO RF JIM BASSO, RIGHT FIELD: Jim Basso was a Buff in 1946 and for part of the 1947 season. I really didn’t get to know Jim until later in life, but that made up for a lot of lost time. Basso was one of fieriest guys I ever met. His biggest disappointment in life was his  failure to reach the big leagues long enough to get into the record books as a former big leaguer. His greatest thrill was meeting and partying with Ernest Hemingway in Cuba during spring training one year in the late ’40s. – If Jim Basso were alive today, I’d want him in my lineup.

HBF - MANCUSO C FRANK MANCUSO, CATCHER: I grew up on Japonica Street in Houston’s Pecan Park subdivision in the Est End. Frank Mancuso’s mother lived just down the street on Japonica, at the corner of  Japonica and Flowers. My mom knew Frank’s mom. They went grocery shopping together in my mom’s car. Frank Mancuso and his brother Gus were everyday names in my life for as long as I could remember. The former Senator and Brown, who survived a parachute freefall in the Army during World War II – and then got home in time to catch for the only Browns club to ever visit the World Series in 1944 was another great human being. He didn’t reach the Buffs until 1953, but he was already deeply in the heart of Houston as a citizen. After baseball, Frank ran for a place on Houston City Council. He won – and then he stayed there for thirty years as probably the most honest politician to ever serve this community. He represented the East End well and he promoted the improvement of parks and sporting venues for the inner city kids who, otherwise, had little. When Frank left us in August 2007, at age 89, the people of Houston lost a man who really understood what public service was supposed to be about. Frank Mancuso was another good friend that I miss a lot, everyday. No one else could be the catcher of my “Houston Buffs Forever” club.

HBF COSTA SS BILLY COSTA, SHORTSTOP: Little (5’6″) Billy Costa served two stints with the Buffs in 1946-47 and 1951-52. He was another of those Rizzuto-type pepperpot players who kept everyone on their toes, both on and off the field. When Billy came down with polio in 1951, I was crushed by the news. I promptly made all kinds of prayer and pubescent reform deals with God, if He would just cure Billy Costa of his affliction. The efforts of so many kid fans in prayer and bargaining must have done something because Billy Costa was well enough to play for the Buffs again in 1952. After baseball, Billy served a long time in politics as an elected member of the Harris County Commisssioner’s Court. I never met Billy personally, but I always liked him as a player. He died several years ago, long before the normal time span for most people. I’ll take Costa as my “HBF” shortstop, even if he couldn’t hit as well as Phil Rizzuto. Billy never made it to the big leagues.

HBF - PAPAI P AL PAPAI, PITCHER: On a day when knuckle balls are totally on my mind (I’m attending tonight’s Knuckle Ball Benefit Dinner downtown), Al Papai stands out as the clear choice to be  my starting “HBF” pitcher. Al went 21-10 with a 2.45 ERA for the ’47 championship Buffs; he returned  to go 23-9 with a 2.44 ERA for the championship ’51 Buffs. When his knuckle ball was bobbing right, nobody could hit it – and few catchers could catch it – but batters still swung at it, hopelessly, in self defense. Papai also had a wry sense of humor. In 1951, he was called upon to escort beauty queen Kathryn Grandstaff to home plate in a pre-game ceremony at Buff Stadium. When that same queen later married crooner Bing Crosby and became something of lesser light movie star, Al Papai enjoyed reminded others of his earlier service to the lady. “Just remember,” Al said, “I gave her the start that made her who she is today!” When Allen Russell was planning the last Round Up of the Houston Buffs in 1995, sadly, Papai’s invitation arrived in Springfield, Illinois on the day of his funeral. Dead at 78, the world lost another of the grandest old Buffs, but he survives here in this roll call of those who played with great heart on the field to take his rightful place with my eight other picks for the “Houston Baseball Forever” nine. As I said earlier, I’d take on the world with these guys playing for Houston in their prime.

Shakespearean Baseball Quotes!

July 30, 2009

A ShakespeareIn 2008, dedicated bseball writer Paul Dickson put together a book he called “Baseball’s Greatest Quotations.”  With index, this 652 page work covered a number of the great quotes from baseball history and quite a few items that most of us had never heard previously. My own favorites were the lines from Shakespeare that Dickson found as references to baseball. Well, I nver knew that old Willie Boy could hit, throw, run, or play catch with a baseball, but I always admired his work. William Shakespeare did a pretty fair job of pitching words and ideas from the English language that covered all the bases, didn’t he? By the time he was done, he had gone through all the great plots of human edeavour, leaving all writers who followed him with the challenging task of cooking up some edible rehash.

I have no idea if Dickson came up with these excerpts from Shaakespeare that sound, at least, as if they are references to baseball, but they are pretty good fpr the most part. With the exception of one easy-to-find inclusion that burst forth from within me and begged for slip-me-in-too addition, I’ll simply present them to you here as I found them on pages 488-489:

“And have is have, however men do catch.” – King John

“And what a pitch … !” – Henry VI, Part I

“And when he caught it, he let it go again.” – Coriolanus

“And watched him how he singled …” – Henry VI, Part III

“Foul …?” – The Tempest

“He comes the third time home …” – Coriolanus

“Hence! home … get you home …” – Julius Caesar

“He’s safe.” – Measure for Measure

“I am safe.” – Antony and Cleopatra

“I’ll catch it ere it come to ground.” – Macbeth

“I ahall catch the fly …” – Henry V

“I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my coach!” – Hamlet

“Look to the plate.” – Romeo and Juliet

“My heels are at your command; I will run.” – The Merchant of Venice

“O my offense is rank, it smells to heaven.” – Hamlet

“O, tis fair …” – Troilus and Cressida

“Sweet sacrifice.” – Henry VIII

“That one error fills him with faults.” – The Two Gentlemen of Verona

“There is three umpires in this matter …” – The Merry Wives of WIndsor

“They that … pitch will be defiled.” – Much Ado About Nothing

“Thy seat is up … high.” – Richard II

“What wretched errors …!” – Sonnets

“The sainted knights of chivalrous endeavour unerringly suffer the misfortune of finishing their noble quests in the rear row of dire ignominy.” – Durocherus

“When time is ripe – which will be suddenly, I’ll steal …” Henry IV, Part I

“Your play needs no excuse.” – A Midsummer Night’s Dream

Of course, Dickson couldn’t tag ’em all. He left out my favorite quote, and one that applies to what’s on all our fans’ minds at this point in the season, just about every time the Houston Astros begin their annual second-half surge:

“To be, or not to be, that is the question!” – Hamlet

History of Houston Baseball Team Nicknames!

July 29, 2009

Mud Cats

When it comes down to baseball team nicknames, we weren’t always the Astros in Houston. Going all the way back to 1867, Houston baseball has been represented on all the various levels of competition by at least thirteen different identities – and these are simply the ones we are able to uncover with a little easy, but broadscale research smf dome “count ’em on my fingers” match. (Thirteen is the figure I got for a total after adding up all, but one of the bold type nicknames that follow in this post.)

The Houston Stonewalls are our first nickname reference. Hot on the heels of the recently concluded Civil War, the 1867 Stonewalls took their name in honor of former Confederate General Stonewall Jackson only two years after the conclusion of the war between the states, ths contributing to the idea that Houston discovered “base ball” through its association with Unionists in Prisoner-of-War camps. Not so. Remember? You’ve heard it from several times over st the old Chron.Com site: The first Houston Base Ball Club was formed at a meeting above J.H. Evans’ store on Market Square in downtown Houston on April 16, 1861. That foundation was poured only weeks after Texas already had seceded from the Union, but it happened so near the advent of conflict that base ball would have to wait until the war was done to get rolling locally. When it did, the Houston Stonewalls went into action on San Jacinto Day, April 21, 1867 and defeated the Galveston Roberts E. Lees by the runaway tally of 35-2. Yep. The Galveston nickname also helped cement the wrong understanding about when and how baseball first came to the greater Houston area. I’m not saying that no Houstonians first learned of baseball through their Civil War experiences. I am saying that we have the evidence that proves the formation of base ball activity in Houston prior to the outbreak of Civil War conflict.

Our next notable nickname came about on March 6, 1888, when the newly formed Houston Babies, the first fully professional club representing our city took the field downtown at the Houston Base Ball Park to engage the Cincinnati Red Stockings in the first local representation of our city’s name in this new venture. Team nicknames held as much permanence as a men’s dress shirt back in the 19th century. The “Houstons” simply acquired theirs by being the last club to formally sign up as a member of the brand new Texas League in its inaugural 1888 season. Hence, people in the media hooked the locals with the quickly unpopular nickname of the Houston Babies. The Babies had every reason to cry in that first game as the Cincinnatis walloped them, 22-3, and the Babies added thirteen errors, six alone by pitcher Tim Flood,  to their first professional effort.

It didn’t take long for the 1888 Babies roster to rebel against their idenity with infancy. Things were fairly literal back in those days too. So, the Houston players looked down at their solid red stockings and somebody said aloud, with a smile and a finger snap too, little doubt: “Say! Why don’t we call ourselves the Red Stockings?” They played the rest, and the bulk, of their first professional season as the Houston Red Stockings, also, I feel sure, in some unconscious referential tribute to the Ohio team that whacked them at the start.

1889 was another uniform shirt-change year. The 1889 Houston Mud Cats captured the city’s first professional championship by capturing the Texas League crown under the field leadership of Big John McCloskey, the man remembered today as the “Father of the Texas League.” The Mud Cats were declared the league champion after collapsing under financial pressure in August, but only a mere three days prior to the day the whole league folded too. As the old saying goes, you can’t sing your way to the bank without any “do re mi” on hand, and the early professionals of Texas baseball suffered painfully through the dollar version of tonsillitis.

The 1895 Houston Magnolias had a mediocre season, but the 1896 Mags took the pennant of a league that now calling itself the Texas-Southern League. Apparently, Magnolia bloom and die. Without further research and discovery, I can offer no evidence of the Magnolia going foward as a Houston team nickname beyond their championship season.

The Houston Buffalos appear for the first time in 1903, when the city fields a mediocre team in the South Texas League. The nickname resurfaces in 1905-06, when the club is still a member of the South Texas League. For the first time, the city has a nickname that is strongly connected to the city. Buffalo Bayou is the principal waterway among several similar flowing streams that thread their way through Houston. Running through downtown Houston and very near the original venue for games, Buffalo Bayou personalizes the nickname identity of the club with the image of the city. Once the club returns for its long engagement in the Texas League (1907-1958), it remains the Houston Buffalos/Buffaloes/Buffs through the crack of minor league doom in Houston – and that includes the final three years of the Houstons Buffs as members of the American Association (1959-61).

In 1904, the Houston Wanderers of the same South Texas League take the field under manager Claude Reilly. Of interest is the fact the club is so-called in honor of their 1903 manager, Wade Moore, and a brief time then they were informally known as “Wade’s Wanderers” from Houston. We’ll count Wanderers as one nickname of its own, but we shall respect the rights of all who care to spend energy on making a case for two separate nicknames in this instance.

From 1924 through 1958, minor Negro League baseball thrives in Houston through one club and a two-nickname history. Houstonians John and James Liuzza establish and run a black baseball club that starts out as the Houston Monarchs and then transforms into the Houston Black Buffs. Over this entire period, Arthur Lee Williams is the lone manager in the club’s long history. The club collapses from a decline of interest in Negro League ball that bombs attendance after integration changes the face of all organized baseball.

Speaking of the Negro League declining years, the 1949-50 Houston Eagles are the death rattle editions of the proud Negro League major level club that once represnted the City of Newark, New Jersey. They ived here long enough to give us another local nickname for our tt board.

Of course, our city went into the major leagues as the Houston Colt .45s in 1962, but that identity was changed in 1965 when Judge Roy Hofheinz of the Houston Sports Association changed their identity to match up with the new space theme he was building around the new world’s first domed stadium. The Houston Astros would play in the Astrodome from 1965 through 1999. The same ongoing Astros (by nickname, at least)  have continued to play forward in the National League from 2000 through the present time, 2009, at the downtown venue now known as Minute Maid Park.

One more name deserves placement on this list.  Since 1947, and taking nothing away from the fine national championship  program at Rice University, the University of Houston has also represented our proud city name literally. Playing all these years under only four head coaches (Lovette Hill, 1947-1970; Rolan Walton, 1971-1986; Bragg Stockton, 1987-1993; and Raynor Noble, 1994-2009 & counting). The Houston Cougars have also made several trips to the College World Series bearing our beloved identity as “Houston” in blood red letters across their uniform breasts. When they started the UH baseball program in 1947, they also shared Buff Stadium as their home park with the Dixie Series Championship club that was building on that same site with the Houston Buffs. If that combination of qualifiers doesn’t get the Cougars on this list, nothing else should. Also of sidebar note here is that one of the UH  Cougars’ first ballplayers back in 1947, pitcher Bill Henry, by name, was the first UH alumnus to then go forward to a successful major league career.

What’s in a baseball team nickname? Now I’m thinking again of a more recent product of Houston Astros in search of an answer. And here it is: Sometimes it’s simply  a ball club that can win games in the most exciting of ways. Maybe we should have counted the “Killer Bees” among our favorite Houston formal team nickname sobriquets!

Why “The Pecan Park Eagle” title here?

July 28, 2009

ppe baseball

First of all, I grew up in Pecan Park in the Houston East End, during the decade that followed the end of World War II. The values and outlook on things that formed for me there never left and flew away. We called our little rag-tag sandlot baseball team that home-based at the vacant lot at the corner of Japonica and Myrtle streets by the aspiring name of the Pecan Park Eagles. We called the place “Eagle Park” or simply “The Lot.” It was a place for all-day baseball games and dream-building. Baseball became my first love in that time and place – and it has remained so for me my entire life.

Many years beyond those Pecan Park days, my only child and son Neal came along. In the process, Neal got a dad who was old enough to be his grandfather – and I got a son who pulled me out to the playground for a little pitch, catch, and fungo hitting for the first time in umpteen hundred eons. It felt great again to be out there on the sandlot again. For Neal and me, it was an abandoned school yard near our house, one with a mixture of blossoming purple wildflowers and some pretty tall patches of high standing weeds, but we didn’t care. Besides, I had an ancient history of looking for lost baseballs in the high grass – and it was time for Neal to learn about that sort of thing too.

One day, on the Fourth of July in 1993, we had just finished a nice little workout under a sky full of tumbling cotton candy clouds when it hit me like a brick. The sounds of a wooden bat landing hard upon the ball, the one-of-a-kind smell of an old leather glove snapping up grounders and near errant throws, and the smile that broke wide on Neal’s face when he made a good play in the field — all these things and more — came rushing at me like a giant emotional wave from deep within some ancient cell in my soul. Silently I looked around for the now invisible faces of my old Pecan Park Eagle teammates, the ones that had been scattered from me by the winds of time and always changing life circumstantiality. I missed them all, and all the summer baseball time we had together back in the late ’40s and early ’50s – and I wondered if they also, now and then, ever felt the same way about me. Playing ball with my son that day had reawakened a whole beautiful chapter of my early life, but I was by then an expert at rationalizing strong feelings and pushing them down – and so I did.

Or so I thought.

As we were walking home, Neal suddenly exclaimed, “Daddy, I see a baseball in those tall weeds!” As I looked own to my left, I saw it too, and I reached down into the bramble to pull it up. My hand immediately told me that it wasn’t a whole baseball, at all, but only an old brown cover of one. Still, I worked to free it from the weeds that pinned it down and I drew it up from the earth and into the sunlight again.

I just held the baseball cover in my left hand as we continued the one-block walk home. I felt a silence within me and, for a wile, all we could both hear was the sound of our feet, sloshing through the high weeds on the way home.

“Daddy,” Neal finally broke the silence with a question, “what are you  going to do with that old thing?”

“I haven’t the slightest idea,” I said.

When we arrived home, I grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and sat down with the old baseball cover at our kitchen table. The following poem poured out of me like water from the tap faucet. It’s the best explanation I can offer as to why I chose to name this blog site “The Pecan Park Eagle.” I want this place to be home plate for all the subjects that are dear to the hearts of so many of us who love baseball, Houston, and history. All I can provide is my outlook on things, in whatever form it comes out, as either prose or poetry.

Here’s the poem that awakened something in me sixteen years ago that continues to show no signs of ever going back to sleep:

The Pecan Park Eagle By Bill McCurdy (1993): Ode To An Old Baseball Cover I Found While Playing Catch with My Eight-Year Old Son Neal On an Abandoned School Yard.

Tattered friend, I found you again, Laying flat in a field of yesterday’s hope. Your resting place? An abandoned schoolyard. When parents move away, the children go too.

How long have you been here, Strangling in the entanglement of your grassy grave, Bleaching your brown-ness in the summer sun, Freezing your frailness in the ice of winter?

How long, old friend, how long?

Your magical essence exploded from you long ago. God only knows when. Perhaps, it was the result of one last grand slam.

One last grand slam, a solitary cherishment, Now remembered only by the doer of that distant past deed. Only the executioner long remembers the little triumphs. The rest of the world never knows, or else, soon forgets.

I recovered you today from your ancient tomb, From your place near the crunching sound of my footsteps. I pulled you from your enmeshment in the dying July grass, And I wanted to take you home with me.

Oh, would that the warm winds of spring might call us, One more time, awakening our souls in green renewal To that visceral awareness of hope and possibility.

To soar once more in spirit, like the Pecan Park Eagle, High above the billowing clouds of a summer morning, In flight destiny – to all that is bright and beautiful.

There is a special consolation in this melancholy reunion. Because you held a larger world within you, I found a larger world in me.

Come home with me, my friend, Come home.


Roll Call of The Buffs!

July 27, 2009

Buff Medallion Blue

From late in the 19th century through 1961, a large number of major league baseball players wound their way through Houston as up-and-coming stars of the game. Most of the names on the following list played for the Buffs on their way up the baseball ladder to the big leagues. Some came through town on their way down the rungs of the same prescious climb. A few of these even made it all the way to the Baseball Hall of Fame.

Although the list is far from complete, it’s a pretty good sample of the quality of players we have been privileged to watch here in Houston during a local baseball interest period that is now chipping its way into a third different century of life. This roll call will not thrill any of you who care little or nothing for the game, but it speaks volumes to those who care enough to get clear on one of my favorite rant-subjects: Baseball goes back to the root years of our city. The first Houston Base Ball Club was formed in April 1861, a mere few weeks after Texas had seceded from the Union – and a good twenty to thirty years prior to the introduction of football in Houston on a minor organizational level at the Univeristy of Texas and Texas A&M Proffessional baseball finally reached Houston in 1888 with the formation of the Texas League. It would take the Texas League nearly two more decades to achieve stabilty, but once it did, it became the cradle of Houston’s greatest players in history.

In short, baseball ignited Houston first. Footbal came much later, and didn’t really take hold until electrification brought “Friday Night Lights” to Texas high school football in the 1930s.

Remember that milestone pattern the next time you are forced to hear another national talking sports head TV guy say that “Houston is growing pretty fast in its knowledge of the game for a city that is basically a football town that only recently discovered baseball!” Don’t pay any attention to these idiots. These are the same ignorant people who still come to Houston expecting to see mountains on the horizon, cacti growing wildly in our neighborhoods, and tumbleweed blowing crazily down Main Street.

The quick list shown here is pretty impressive. Look ’em up individually at either Baseball Almanac or Baseball Reference (d0t.coms) and see what I mean. Most of these guys did pretty darn well at the major league level:

Luis Arroyo, Vern Benson, Ray Blades, Don Blasingame, Don Bollweg, Bob Boyd, Ken Boyer, Al Brazle, Harry Brecheen, Willard Brown, Tex Carleton, Mort Cooper, Walker Cooper, Nick Cullop, Mike Cvengos, Dizzy Dean, Paul Dean, Murry Dickson, Dick Ellsworth, Hal Epps, Herman Franks, Don Gutteridge, Chick Hafey, Wild Bill Hallahan, Solly Hemus, Larry Jackson, Eddie Kazak, Johnny Keane, Johnny Kling, Frank Mancuso, Gus Mancuso, Fred Martin, Pepper Martin, Harry McCurdy, Von McDaniel, Joe Medwick, Larry Miggins, Vinegar Bend Mizell, Red Munger, Danny Murtaugh, Al Papai, Homer Peel, Howie Pollet, Rip Repulski, Art Reinhart, Ron Santo, Al Schacht,  Bob Scheffing, Cary Selph, Wally Shannon, Hal Smith, Pancho Snyder, Tris Speaker, Bobby Tiefenauer, Emil Verban, Curt Walker, Harry Walker, Watty Watkins, Del WIlber, Ted Wilks, Billy Williams, Jerry Witte, and  Johnny Wyrostek.

By special request from Wade Porter, I am extending this post to include my All Time Starting Line-Up based upon the Buffs/Major Leaguer pool listed previously. These decisions were based upon each player’s ability to perform at both the major and minor league level. That means I faced a tough choice on first base, choosing between my close old now deceased friend Jerry Witte and his 38-homer season for the 1951 Buffs and Bob Boyd for his two .300 plus hitting seasons in 1954-55. Both  were also men of outstanding character and fairness too. I finally had to go with Bob Boyd because of his near .400 Negro League marks and his recognition by the Negro League Hall of Fame, plus his several plus .300 or above seasons with the Baltimore Orioles after leaving the Buffs. It was the fair thing to do and I know Jerry Witte would have agreed. He was all about fairness. Jerry Witte only had two very short and not too happy trips to the majors in 1946-47. When we worked on his biography years ago, Jerry even told me: “I just want credit for the things I did. Don’t give me credit for things I didn’t do – and for God’s sake, don’t ever say I was best at something when somebody else was better.” This was one of those times, Jerry, but nobody will ever be a finer man or better person than you were. Nobody did it better in that league.

That being said, here’s my starting lineup of the Greatest Houston Buffs Ever:

Solly Hemus, 2b

Bob Boyd, 1b

Tris Speaker, cf

Billy Williams, lf

Joe Medwick, rf

Ron Santo, 3b

Johnny Kling, c

Don Blasingame, ss

Dizzy Dean, p

I must confess too. I had to go back and add Don Blasingame to fill out the shortstop position. It was hard leaving a few guys out of the starting lineup here, but as Cecil Cooper might tell you, that’s one of the tough parts about managing. Of course, if old Cecil had this talent available at peak form on the roster of the 2009 Astros, we might be running away with the NLC by now. Don’t you think?

If you see a starting lineup that you prefer, please post it below as a comment on this issue.

Have great new week everybody!