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Houston Babies Fall in 2010 Opening DH!

February 28, 2010

The Houston Babies Lost by Scores of 9-0, 29-4 on Saturday, Feb. 27th.

Forget the highlights from yesterday’s opening day doubleheader of vintage base ball for the Houston Babies. There weren’t any.

The Babies dropped a twin bill to the Richmond Giants at George Ranch on Saturday, February 27th, by the scores referenced here only once in the caption to our featured team photo. I will not mention them a second time. The memory itself is sufficiently painful as a reminder of how far the Babies have to go to get back into the shape they were in at the close of the 2009 campaign. These losses brought a six-game win streak by the Babies to a train-wreck level close on a sunny, brisk, and windy Saturday at a game played in the greater Houston area. Even the historic site of the wonderful George Ranch State Park failed to halt the pain or relieve the injury of our club’s 2010 embarrassing start.

To put it mildly: “We wuz awful!”

On the bright side, the Babies problems were few and easy to diagnose: (1) We couldn’t hit; (2) We couldn’t run the bases when we did reach; and (3) We couldn’t make basic plays in the field.

Silent Bats! Unholy Sight! All Laid Calm! Far into the Night!

The brighter news is that we can only get better from here, but we’ve got to recapture the heart we found in our first two seasons of 21st century revival. Remember! The original Babies got bombed by the Cincinnati Red Stockings in their first game back on March 6, 1888 and they came back with heart to play decently. By 1889, the Babies had captured their first pennant as champions of the Texas League.

Babies General Manager Bill McCurdy assured the post-game media that he has every confidence in the world that Babies field manager Bob Dorrill will be able to pull the Babies out of their starting gate swoon and get them back into their winning ways. “We are extremely fortunate to have a man of Bob Dorrill’s savvy and wisdom guiding our Babies team out there on the field. He has my complete vote of confidence as general manager. In fact, if Bob ever gets in trouble as manager, I’ll probably be getting a call on the same day too. …. What’s that, you say? ….  You say I’m wanted on the phone? …. Forget it for now. …. Whoever it is, tell ’em to call back and go to voice mail. ….. Thanks.”

Nobody’s losing confidence in you Babies players either, guys and dolls! Hope that doesn’t register as too unbecoming to today’s PC standards, but there has to be room for a little Damon Runyan perspective on a plight like our current one – and not just maybe, but hell yes, a lot of Douglass Wallop too. (Wallop is the guy who wrote “The Year the Yankees Lost the Pennant,” the inspiration for “Damn Yankees.”)

In their honor, I want to leave you with these words, Babies. Carry them with you into our next game on April 10th. There’s something important here about baseball and I want to try to get it across to all of you in the words of the great Broadway song lyricist Benny Van Buren. In the musical “Damn Yankees,” the manager of the Washington Senators is talking, then singing to his team after they’ve just been drubbed again by the New York Yankees. I’ll also simply close my words to you all today on these lyrical notes of how I feel we generally have to face all disappointments in life:

See boys, that’s what I’m talking about. Baseball is only one half skill, the other half is something else…..something bigger!

You’ve gotta have….Heart! All you really need is heart! When the odds are sayin’ you’ll never win, that’s when the grin should start! You’ve gotta have hope! Musn’t sit around and mope. Nuthin’ half as bad as
it may appear, wait’ll next year and hope.

When your luck is battin’ zero, get your chin up off the floor. Mister, you can be a hero. You can open any door.There’s nothin’ to it, but to do it.You’ve gotta have heart! Miles and miles and miles of heart!  Oh, it’s fine to be a genius of corse!But keep that ol’ horse before the cart! First you’ve got to have heart!

Smokey: A great pitcher, we haven’t got!
Rocky: A great slugger, we haven’t got
Sohovic: A great pitcher, we haven’t got!

All: What’ve we got? We’ve got heart! All you really need is heart! When the odds are sayin’, You’ll never win, that’s when the grin should start! We’ve got hope! We don’t sit around and mope! Not a solitary sob do we heave, mister’- cause we’ve got hope.

Rocky: We’re so happy, that we’re hummin’.

All: Hmm, Hmm, Hmm

Manager: That’s the heart-y thing to do.

Smokey: ‘Cause we know our ship will come in!

All: Hmm, hmm, hmm

Sohovic: So it’s ten years over due!

All: Hoo, hoo, hoo.We’ve got heart! Miles and miles and miles of heart! Oh it’s fine to be a genius of course, but keep that old horse before the cart!

Smokey: So what the heck’s the use of cryin’?

Manager: Why should we curse?

Sohovic: We’ve got to get better……

Rocky:….’cause we can’t get worse!

All: And to add to it; we’ve got heart! – We’ve got heart! – We’ve got Heart!

WE, THE HOUSTON BABIES, HAVE GOT HEART TOO!


Vintage Base Ball Today!

February 28, 2010

Houston Babies in Action at George Ranch Today, February 27th!

The Houston Babies spring into vintage base ball action today at the George Ranch Field in Sugar Land. The SABR-sponsored club will be facing the Richmond Giants and Lone Star College Saw Dogs in a round robin tourney doubleheader beginning at 10:30 AM. The second game will start about noon.

Led by dauntless manager Bob Dorrill, the Babies will be putting a six-game winning streak on the line as they throw out the first pitch of the 2010 season. This marks the third year of the resurrection of the club that last took the fields for Houston in the late 1880’s as the first professional base ball team in Houston.

These games are played by the 1860 rules of baseball. The principle differences from the modern game are that we use no gloves. You have to catch the balls bare handed and, the one-bounce out rule is in effect.

If you’ve never seen a vintage base ball game, come join us today. It’s free and very satisfying, the closest thing to sandlot baseball expression that any of us have ever known. I am no longer able to play, but I just enjoy being there. We even play ball in vintage uniforms that cover us a little better than the attire worn by the Babies in our featured picture.

Come on out. We’d love to meet you too!

Sincerely,

Bill McCurdy , General Manager, Houston Babies


Beeville’s Five Native Big Leaguers, Part 2.

February 26, 2010

Beeville's roots as a community go back to the 1830s. It had a population of 2,500 in 1909.

The South Texas city of 13,000 now known as Beeville was first settled in the 1830s by by the Heffernan family, The Heffernans lost their lives in a Native American attack, but other European settlers soon came in sufficient numbers to survive the objections of local tribes. An infusion of immigrants from Mexico also fed the population pipeline and the place began to thrive.

After several name trials, the community settled on “Beeville” in honor of Bernard E. Bee., Sr. the Secretary of State and Secretary of War for the Republic of Texas. By 1859, the town had its own post office. The first newspaper was started by 20-year old W.O. McCurdy of Claiborne, Mississippi in 1886, the same year that the city got its first railroad. There were only 300 people in town in 1880, but the railroad and the growth of agriculture and cattle ranching soon enough changed all that. By 1908, the city reincorporated with a population nearing 2,500. The city had first incorporated in 1890, but that soon fell apart. The city wasn’t ready for that much organization. By 1908, they were big enough to require it.

The oil field boom of the 1920s caused a leap in growth and a demand for new services and forms of social entertainment. The streets were paved in 1921. The Rialto movie theatre (“picture show”) was built and opened in 1922. And a lot of people were playing forms of organized baseball.

For two seasons, the Beeville Orange Growers played baseball as members of the short-lived Southwest Texas League. It was an appropriate outcome for a team so-named. The attempt to grow oranges in Beeville also soon ended on the bitter cold realization that the winter climate of Beeville was too frigid for citrus crop survival most years.

Beeville next attempted professional ball as the Beeville Bees of the Gulf Coast League in 1926, but they moved to Laredo after getting off to a 4-9 start before sparse crowds. Beeville loved baseball, but the people weren’t spectators. They preferred playing the game for free to watching the game for pay.

A half century later, the Beeville Bees returned as members of the new independent Gulf Coast League for two seasons (1977-78). This time the club was wildly popular as an attraction at Joe Hunter Field, but the overall insolvency and lack of planning by the league sadly ended Beeville’s last venture into professional play.

Over the years, the vitality of Beeville’s love of the game is best measured by the fact it has sent four men to the major leagues as players and another as an esteemed batting coach. Here’s brief capsule on each:

Melvin "Bert" Gallia, (MLB 1912-20)

Melvin “Bert” Gallia (BR/TR), born 10/14/1891 in Beeville, Texas,  posted a pitching record of 66 wind and 68 losses, with an earned run average of 3.14 for his nine MLB seasons with the Washington Senators, St. Louis Browns, and Philadelphia Phillies. He struck out 550 and walked 494 in 1,277 innings of work. He completed 61 of his 135 starts and he is credited with 10 saves in relief.

Curt Walker (MLB 1919-30)

Curt Walker (BL/TR), born in Beeville, Texas on July 3, 1896, was a speedy outfielder with a strong arm. Over his twelve-season career with the New York Yankees, New York Giants, Philadelphia Phillies, and Cincinnati Reds, Curt batted .304, striking out only 254 times in 4,858 official times at bat. He collected 235 doubles, 117 triples, and 64 home runs, and once hit two triples in the same inning against the Braves in 1926.  Walker also had 20 triples for the year in 1926. In 2001, Curt Walker was inducted into the Texas Baseball Hall of Fame.

Lefty Lloyd Brown (MLB 1925, 1928-37, 1940)

Lefty Lloyd Brown (BL/TL), born in Beeville, Texas on December 25, 1904, won 91 games, lost 105, and recorded an earned run average of 4.20 in twelve seasons of work for the Brooklyn Robins, St. Louis Browns, Boston Red Sox, Cleveland Indians, and Philadelphia Phillies. He struck out 510 and walked 590 in 1,693 innings, completing 77 of the 181 games he started. He also is retroactively credited with 21 saves in relief, a stat they didn’t keep back in those days. Brown also holds the ignominious record of having surrendered four of the twenty-three record grand slam homers belted by the great Lou Gehrig.

Eddie Taubensee (MLB 1991-2001)

In his eleven big league seasons, Eddie Taubensee (BL/TR) was born in Beeville, Texas on October 31, 1968. Eddie was a good hitting catcher, posting a career batting average of .273 with 151 doubles, 9 triples, and 94 homers. He struck out 574 times in 2,874 times at bat, walking 255 times. He played for the Cleveland Indians, the Houston Astros, the Cincinnati Reds, and a final short season again with the Indians, the club that gave him his start.

Rudy Jaramillo (Minor Leagues, 1973-76)

Rudy Jaramillo (BL/TR) is a Beevillian by family background, but he actually was born in Dallas, Texas on September 20, 1950. After a so-so four seasons as a .258 minor league hitter, Rudy and others discovered that he had a personal talent for teaching others what he had not been able to do himself. He became a successful hitting coach for the Houston Astros and Texas Rangers and will now serve in that same capacity for the 2010 Chicago Cubs. The list of men who were actually better teachers of hitting than they were producers of hits is a long and interesting one – and Beevillian Rudy Jaramillo deserves an honored place in that company. He’s already done well enough teaching others to have been inducted into the Texas Baseball Hall of Fame in 2002.

Overall, these men speak for a pretty fair record of baseball achievement for a small Texas town. For these and many other reasons, I’ll always be proud of my birthplace. Second to Houston, Beeville once was home.

Beeville’s Five Native Big Leaguers, Part 1.

February 25, 2010

Beeville Bee Publisher/Editor W.O. McCurdy Took This Photo Around 1896.

My grandfather took this photo of Beeville, Texas about 9:30 AM, judging from the shadows. When I retraced the location of this shot, this is the perspective he would have had from the front door of his newspaper office on Washington Street, the main street in Beeville. I’m guessing the year must have been around 1896, but it could have been slightly later. I doubt it was anywhere close to 1906. Beeville had a few automobiles by that time. These would have been visible on market day. The big banner announcing “BASE BALL TO DAY” would have been a big deal back then, but I’ve never had the time in recent years to go to Beeville long enough to search the old newspaper files at the local library. I simply inherited this photo through my late father several years ago.

Here's the same perspective from above. I took this one in 1997,

Notice all the change in things over a century passage of time. Somewhere along the way, someone removed the ornate architectural street facing atop the drugstore up in the far right corner and, of course, there are no more horses and wagon wheels on Washington, except on the annual Western Days rodeo parade each October,

Beeville is my birthplace, but it’s also the birthplace of five former major leaguers who played a heck of a lot better than I ever did. Four of them played in the big leagues for extended career time. The other never played in the big leagues, but he’s made an active career for himself over recent years as a respected team batting coach.

Tomorrow I will continue this little trip to the place of my birth with some capsule information about Beeville’s five big leaguers: Bert Gallia, Curt Walker, Lefty Lloyd Brown, Eddie Taubensee, and Rudy Jaramillo.

Five major leaguers? That’s pretty good production for the sleepy little oil and cattle town that rests 53 miles west of Victoria and 50 miles north of Corpus Christi. Back in 1920, at the heart of the time that one of them was wrapping up a big league career and two others were just starting, Beeville only had a city population of 3,062 hardy souls and there were only 16 major league clubs.

More tomorrow.

Joe Hunter Field, Beeville, Texas.

February 23, 2010

Joe Hunter Field, Beeville, Texas.

When Coastal Bend College first opened as Bee County College in Beeville, Texas back in 1967, funds for an athletic department of any kind did not exist beyond marginal money for basketball and baseball. The first “Cougar” teams had to share the playing facilities of A.C. Jones High School, home of the mighty Beeville Trojans.

In case you’ve never heard of it, Beeville is located about fifty-three miles west of Victoria and fifty miles north of Corpus Christi. It’s special to me as the original home of my family, the place I was born. My brother and sister live there and my parents are buried there. It’s just not all the way home for me. Home for me is Houston, the place where I grew up from age five, the place where my old bones will someday be interred. I’m still attached to Beeville as the home of my people since the 19th century.

Beeville also is the birthplace of four former major leaguers: outfielder Curt Walker (1919-30) .304 lifetime, struck out only 254 times in 4,858 times at bat, Texas Baseball Hall of Fame, 2001; pitcher Melvin “Bert” Gallia (1912-20) 66-68, 3.14 ERA; pitcher “Lefty” Lloyd Brown (1925, 1928-37, 1940) 91-105, 4.20; and Eddie Taubensee (1991-2001) .273 BA, 94 HR. Major league hitting coach Rudy Jaramillo also is a native of Beeville. That’s a pretty good baseball production record for a little cattle, oil and gas, and now penitentiary town in South Texas. Don’t you think?

Joe Hunter Field was a Ranching Widow’s Gift.

The college acquired its beautiful baseball park in the early 1970s as a construction gift on land they owned at campus site north of Beeville. The Joe Hunter family donated the funds needed to construct the stands and cultivate the playing field, but the oral history of how the gift took shape is even richer as a gift.

The story is that Mrs. Joe Hunter went to the college after her rancher husband died, saying that she wanted to make a contribution to the school in her husband’s name. Someone from the college suggested that she consider donating money for the construction of a college library, but Mrs. Hunter apparently killed that idea right off the bat and then got down to business on what she really wanted to do.

“Old Joe never read a book or went near a library in his whole life,” she supposedly said, “but he loved baseball. I’d love to build you a baseball park and put Joe’s name on it.” And that’s exactly what she did.

For years, “Bee County College” operated from one of the finest small school baseball parks in the nation. They even leased Joe Hunter Field for use by the professional Beeville Bees in the short-lived independent Gulf Coast League (1976-77) and also made it available to Jones High School and various spring high school playoff games. The place had an enclosed press box, a PA system, and seating capacity for about 1,000 fans.

Unfortunately, the first recession in the oil market of 1983 soon took its economic toll on what the college could afford and they dropped both their baseball and basketball programs. The ballpark stayed afloat as the Home of the Beeville Trojan high school team and an occasional playoff game. In spite of the missing college program, Coastal Bend College maintained the field and protected “Joe Hunter” from going to seed.

The left field line is 26 feet further than Minute Maid Park.

Joe Hunter was and is – a pitcher’s park. Facing southeast, the springtime winds from Copano Bay only have about thirty crow-fly miles to travel before they blow in over the outfield walls in center and right, and these distances aren’t cheap. The distances are about 341 down the line, 375 in the power alleys, and 400 in straight away center.

The good news is that junior college baseball may be returning soon to Joe Hunter Field. I’m not sure if that means we’re looking at a patch of blue in the gray skies of this economic recession – or if it means that Beevillians are just tired of missing their baseball. Maybe it’s a little of both.

Beeville has always been a baseball town.

Eckhardt: A Tale of Two Oxen.

February 22, 2010

Ox Eckhardt's .367 lifetime BA Beats Cobb by Fractions for Best All Time in Professional Baseball. He also played Football for the Texas Longhorns & New York (NFL) Giants.

Professional baseball player Oscar “Ox” Eckhardt (BL/TR) was born in Yorktown, Texas on December 23, 1901. At 6’1″ and 185 pounds, Ox was big enough in his time to also have played quarterback, halfback, and fullback in football for the Texas Longhorns and then briefly for the New York (NFL) Giants.

In 14 seasons (1925, 1928-1940) as a minor leaguer, Ox also hit .367, compiling 2,773 hits in 7.563 official times at bat. By a measure of some fractions, Ox Eckhardt edges Ty Cobb for the highest career batting average in professional baseball history.

Ox was a high batting average terror in the Pacific Coast League for years, winning several batting championships, once hitting .414 with 315 hits for Mission in 1933. What a terror he must have been to the pitchers on the West Coast that year.

Maybe “pest” is a better word for Ox. Years ago, I asked my dear friend, the late Red Munger, if he remembered Ox Eckhardt from those days. “Oh sure,” Red said, “Ox was the kind of guy who just liked to stick his lefthanded bat out there and hit the ball to the opposite left field. He had no power at all, but he had a great ability to just bloop that little hit to a soft spot over the infielders’ heads. If I could get him to top the ball on the ground, he made for an easy out. It just wasn’t easy getting him to do that.”

Red’s words stayed with me when I first started reading about Eckhardt’s two failures at the major league level. There really weren’t two Ox Eckhardts. It was a matter of the one Ox getting a very different result with his “Punch and Judy” dedication as a hitter at the major league level. In his first time up with the Boston Braves in 1932, Ox only got eight official at bats for two hits before he was shuffled back to the Pacific Coast League. His second and final trial came in spring training with manager Casey Stengel and the 1936 Brooklyn Dodgers. Things started auspiciously too.

Anxious to get any kind of pop into their lineup, the Dodgers agreed to Ox’s advance request for a double room in Florida, one of the concessions they made to a guy who just hit .399 with 283 season hits during the 1935 PCL season. The Dodgers assumed that Ox was bringing his wife to spring training with him.

(There’s that assumption flaw again. We don’t simply fall trap to it in research. It’s also an everyday error possibility.)

Ox showed up with his pet, a very large St. Bernard dog. “I thought he’d enjoy seeing how a major league club setup works in spring training,” Ox explained.

Ox and his dog got through spring training, but they did not survive Ox’s inability to adapt to major league pitching and defenses, nor could he use manager Stengel’s counsel to pull the ball.  All Ox knew how to do was hit the ball the other way. The major league third basemen simply played him down the line and the major league pitchers got him to hit the ball on the ground at the fielders.

On defense, Ox lived up to his name.

Ox was 8 for 44 with 6 singles, 1 double, 1 homer, a .182 batting average, and 1 ticket back to the Pacific Coast League by the middle of May 1936. He never got another big league trial, but he continued to bust ’em at the minor league level.

Ox Eckhardt passed away in Yorktown, Texas on April 22, 1951 at the age of 49. He is buried in the Oakwood Cemetery in Austin, Texas. His memory lives on as one of the most colorful hitters in baseball history. A .367 lifetime batting average is nothing to sneeze at as we walk away. It deserves attention, no matter how Ox’s style may have limited his full potential as a productive major league hitter, one who might have achieved  a major league career that could have been comparable to his minor league attainments.

As things turned out, we will just have to leave Ox Eckhardt over there in that large mountain we all know pretty much in the same way as the “might have been/woulda, coulda, shoulda” pile.

Good luck, Ghost of Ox, wherever you may be. Hope you finally found some new ways to hit ’em where they ain’t.

Research 101: WATCH YOUR ASSumptions!

February 21, 2010

19th Century Base Ball? Don't Assume that either Third Baseman John Civitello or Hurler Robert Blair of the Houston Babies are Really That Old!

People have asked me why I spend so much free time researching Houston history, especially Houston baseball history. My answer is simple: I love Houston. I love baseball. I love research. And I have an unquenchable fire in my belly for separating what’s true from what we assume is true.

Rule Number One in Social Research 101 is “Never Assume.” And what does that mean? It means just about everything. It means: (1) Never assume that secondary sources of information are good enough if you can get to the primary sources these secondary sources examined to form their own conclusions. (2) Never assume that what we don’t know, we can’t find out. (3) Never assume that we shall ever discover all possible sources of information on a given subject. The work goes on forever. We just have to close the gate every now and then and report “what we know, so far.”

Here’s the major problem by comparison to a court of law on current criminal allegations. In a court of law, the court will examine the direct evidence, the direct witnesses, and maybe even hear directly from the people who are being charged with a criminal act. In historical research, we are examining events that took place years and sometimes lifetimes ago. All the living human sources of primary testimony are most likely dead. That leaves us with witness writings, and mainly newspaper accounts, as testimony of what happened long ago as our primary sources of the facts about the past – and these are always affected by the infusion of personal opinion and what the writer from long ago thought was important to share with us about the facts of a situation – and these are also affected by his or her agenda for writing in the first place.

Here’s what you learn quickly, if your research efforts are serious – and let’s use baseball research about Houston as an example. We’ll simply name it for what it is. Rule Number Two in Social Research is “Newspapers write to sell newspapers. They don’t write for the sake of preserving facts for history.” The best example from my local baseball research is over the question of certainty about the location of the first Houston baseball field of our 1888 first professional Houston team. A nameless writer for the Houston Post covered the first exhibition game played at “Houston Base Ball Park,” but he (gender assumption) never recorded in his story where it was located. As a news writer writing news for those times, he was free to assume that his readers already had that information from their personal experience. The assumption carried forward, at least, in all the game stories I’ve found to date. No one actually writes down the address or specific location of the park. Peripheral research “suggests” that the first park was located on the same site that became West End Park in 1907, but that’s only an assumption. It’s not proof certain.

So what? So what if we don’t ever know where the first ballpark was located?

If you have to ask those questions, you’re part of the problem, not part of the solution. All I can offer is going to sound like some kind of Jughead research professor talking, but that’s OK with me. As far as I’m concerned, the answers are this simple: The more we know about who, when, where, what, and how people came together in the past to do anything of note, the more we know about the birth of ideas and decisions that continue to shape our lives through today.

On April 16, 1861, a man named F.A. Rice led a group of Houstonians in a meeting room above J.H. Evans’s Store on Market Square to form the first Houston Base Ball Club. Because of Texas’s very recent secession from the Union, further recruitment of players for organized play was effectively delayed until after the Civil War, but the fact of this group’s actions verifies the formal existence of baseball in Houston to that date of some 149 years ago. Baseball was born in Houston prior to the Civil War, and not as a result of the great conflict, as previously assumed. That fact is big. Any story of Houston baseball history begins with it.

Research Number Three in Social Research: “If you forget anything, see Rule One.”

Knuckleballer Al Papai.

February 19, 2010

Al Papai went 21-10 & 23-9 for the 1947 & 1951 Houston Buff Champs.

Al Papai brought two things to every game I ever saw him pitch: a dead pan facial expression and a knuckleball that floated all over the place. When it floated near the plate, he was often virtually unhittable as a 21-game winner for the Texas League and Dixie Series champion Houston Buffs of 1947. Returning to the Buffs in 1951, Papai went even deeper into the win column, finishing a second Texas League pennant season for the Buffs with a record of 23-9. At 6’3″ and 185 pounds, Papai resembled a string bean vine that  delivered unhittable grapefruit pitches. They twitched, wobbled, and floated, but you didn’t hit ’em far.
Papai pitched two additional years for less talented Buff clubs. He was 14-13 for the 8th and last place 1952 Houston Buffs and 11-16 for the 6th place Houston club. Over the course of his 14-season minor league career (1940-1958), Al Papai compiled a career record of 173 wins, 128 losses, and an earned run average of 3.29. His four 20 plus win seasons as a minor league pitcher all came late at ages 30, 34, 38, and 39. His last two big years came as a 23-7 mark for Oklahoma City of the Texas League in 1955 and a fine 20-10 record for Memphis of the Southern Association in 1956.
Al started late, but he was a gamer. During his four major league seasons (1948-1950, 1955), Al Papai never could find the consistency that would have allowed him the career path of the great Hoyt Wilhelm. He was just too out of control too often and too hittable to make it in the big leagues. In his various time with the Cardinals, Browns, Red Sox, and White Sox, Al Papai compiled a career major league record of 9 wins,  14 losses and an earned run average of 5.37. In 239.2 innings of major league work, he walked 138 and struck out only 70.
Papai did possess a dry sense of humor. Former ’51 Buff teammate Larry Miggins tells the story of how Al Papai served as escort to one of several young bathing beauties at Buff Stadium in 1951 who were competing for the title of “Miss Houston Buff.” Papai’s responsibility was for a beautiful girl named Kathryn Grandstaff, the eventual winner. That same girl went on to Hollywood from her bathing beauty days at Buff Stadium to become an actress named “Kathryn Grant” and the eventual new wife of singer Bing Crosby. Advised of her success at a later meeting with Miggins, Papai commented that “I just hope she remembers that I made her what she is today.” – That must have been one powerful walk, Al!
This memory is trying to conclude on a sad note. In 1995, I was helping the late Allen Russell locate the addresses of his former players for an invitation to a “Last Roundup of the Houston Buffs” in early October 1995. Papai’s was one of the last addresses we located, but his invitation went out in early September.
We soon learned that Al’s invitation had arrived on the afternoon of his funeral in Springfield, Illinois. He had passed away on September 7, 1995 at the age of 77. His lovely widow came in his behalf and I refuse to be sad about Al Papai. He was a great guy who gave it all he had. With a little more relaxation in his inner temperament, he might have had a career equal to Wilhelm’s. He certainly had the mechanics of the knuckleball in place. He just seemed to falter in the bigs from that old bugaboo of trying too hard.
Anybody out there ever run into that problem?





The 1st Great Buff: Tris Speaker.

February 16, 2010

Tris Speaker's .314 Buff BA in 1907 Led the Texas League.

Tris Speaker hailed from Hubbard, Texas. He grew up playing baseball at the turn of the 20th century, a time when great contact hitters and fielders with built- radar screens for flying things did not go nameless for long among the early bush-beating scouts in the boondocks. Add to Speaker’s resume his intelligence, speed, baseball intuition, and quickness of mind and body reaction to events on the field. Speaker had it all.

He played his first season at age 18 for the Cleburne Railroaders of the Texas League. He batted only .268 with one homer in 82 games, but it was a pitcher’s league and a pitching season. Teammate George Whiteman led the league in hitting that season with an average of only .284. On defense, Speaker shone bright and true in the outfield from early on. He could catch anything in the air that was humanly reachable.

In 1907, the Houston Buffs celebrated their return to the Texas League from four years of toil in the South Texas League by signing Speaker for their club. Speaker promptly used the opportunity to become a 19-year old batting champion. His .314 mark led all others. and his 32 doubles and 12 triples shone forth as a preview of things to come. For the time, they were good enough to prompt his sale late in the season to the Boston American League club.

Speaker hit a buck fifty-eight in 19 times at bat for the 1907 Boston Americans, who then turned around and sold his contract to Little Rock in 1908. Speaker responded by hitting .350 in 127 games for Little Rock and the Bostons bought him back near season’s end. He only hit .224 in 31 games as a 1908 Boston tail-ender, but the corner had been turned. Tris Speaker would see the underside of .300 only twice more in his next twenty years of major league play.

He would leave the game with 3,514 hits over 22 major league seasons (1902-1928), a lifetime batting average of .345, and the all time baseball record for doubles at 792. He won a batting championship by hitting .386 for Cleveland in 1916 and he won a World Series as playing manager of the Indians in 1920. He earlier won two World Series as a player for the 1912 and 1915 Boston Red Sox.

As a fielder, Speaker was renown for playing shallow because of his ability to go back and get the long ball.  He also holds the record for most unassisted double plays performed by a center fielder over a lifetime career. His 449 career assist also are a record for big league outfielders.

The achievements are two numerous to list. These are the amazing ones to me: (1) the man batted over .380 five times; and (2) he struck out only 220 times in 10,195 times at bat in the big leagues. Tris Speaker was elected to the Baseball Hall of Fame in 1937 – a full two years before the place even opened to the public and became physically prepared to conduct its first 1939 induction ceremony.

Without a doubt in my mind, The Grey Eagle is the greatest former Houston Buff of all time. Dizzy Dean is my choice as second man on that very short, but very special list.

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The Father of the Texas League.

February 11, 2010

John J. McCloskey: Father of the Texas League & 1st Houston Pennant Manager.

As we’ve recently examined on these pages, professional baseball got off to a rough start with the 1888 Texas League season. Ballparks had to be built; patterns of regular game attendnce had to be established; players had to be signed and paid; weather and transportation had to cooperate so that games could be played on time as advertised; and ball club owners had to devise ways of making all this happen without losing money.

How this all happened over time is a total testament to patience, will, passion, and the power of professional baseball to become the first American sport to win over the hearts and minds of the American public. It didn’t come as easy as the “if you build it, they will come” exhortation from the movie “Field of Dreams”,  but it happened in Texas too, thanks to numerous pioneers, and none more notable of mention than John J. McCloskey, the man we remember today as “The Father of the Texas League”.

It all started innocently enough.

In the early fall of 1887, the world champion St. Louis Browns of Charlie Comiskey and the New York Giants of John Montgomery Ward toured Texas, mostly playing local amateur town teams that possessed only that “snowball-in-hell” chance of winning. None did.

Another team of younger minor league stars from Joplin, Missouri also came through Texas at this time and just “happened” to intersect with the Giants in Austin. The Joplins were led by a “black-haired lively young Irishman” named John J. McCloskey. In little time flat, McCloskey had arranged for a series of three games in Austin, pitting his Joplins against the Giants for what promised to be the biggest crowds that either team had seen in their separate barnstorming tours.

It was the perfect wild west scenario – a gunfight between the old established gunslinger (the Giants) and Billy the Kid (the Joplins). We don’t know today how much McCloskey played up that angle, but it would be very surprising to learn that he did not. From what we can know of the man, he was a fellow who loved baseball, but one who also possessed that P.T. Barnum huckster spirit for selling whatever angle he could find that would lure crowds to the game.

In spite of three future Hall of Fame members (John Montgomery Ward, Buck Ewing, and Tim Keefe), the Giants quickly dropped two games to the young and spirited men of Joplin. For some reason, weather or travel plan conflicts entering into it, the third game was not played and the Giants left town.

The smoke that lingered in Austin after the Giants-Joplin games included a taste for the blood offerings of professional baseball and the willing guidance of one John J McCloskey on how a Texas League of Professional Baseball Clubs could be put together fairly quickly.

McCloskey and his young Joplin aces gave Austin supporters the nucleus for a good club as “Big John” and his group spread out to all the other larger cities in the state, and as far away as New Orleans, and they recruited participants in the formation of the Texas League.

The Texas League got underway in 1888. The rest is history, shaky history, but successful history over time. The unchallenged, clearest thing about it is that John J. McCloskey, indeed, was the true Father of the Texas League. His baseball DNA is all over every park built for play in the Texas League from 1887 through about 1900.