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Old Sport Shorts: Big Klu #118

A friend of my just gave me an Indiana University basketball program for a 1945 game against the Minnesota Golden Gophers.  It was six years before I was born, so to find something older than me is always rewarding.  The game itself took place in the war years, so players were lost from the starting line-up to serve our country.  The Hoosiers, were in fact coached by Harry Good, who replaced Branch McCracken on a interim basis the year before, allowing McCracken to serve his duties as a lieutenant in the U.S. Navy.  Coach McCracken, who’s Hurryin’ Hoosiers won the National Championship in 1940, would return to lead the team in 1946.

The 1944-45 season was unremarkable.  The team finished 10-11, 3-9 in the Conference, and did not qualify for post-season action.  They lost eight of their last nine games, including that 48-56 game against the Golden Gophers, following leading scorer Gene Faris departure from the team for his call to military service.  The game program was dated February 3, 1945, my Dad’s 24th birthday, and was distributed to fans during that unfortunate losing streak. My father had graduated from I.U. in 1942 along with my mother who was one-day younger. They married January 5, 1946, two days after the Hoosiers beat Butler 58-47 as part of an eight game winning streak in the final year of Harry Good’s tenure as interim coach.

There wasn’t much documented about the 1944-45 Minnesota Golden Gophers.  They were coached for that single season by Weston Mitchell and finished the year at 8-13, including a loss to the Hurryin’ Hoosiers just prior to the long losing streak.  I.U.’s Ray Brandenburg hit a last-second shot for that 48-46 victory.  James Copeland, from my mom’s hometown of Elwood, Indiana, had 11 points to go with Brandenburg’s 10, and Gene Faris, in his last I.U. game until he returned from war duty in 1947, led the Hoosiers with 13 points.

In my opinion, the real story of the 1944-45 Hurryin’ Hoosiers was a bench player by the name of Ted Kluszewski.  He was a 6’2″ freshman that year from Argos, Illinois and only played in two games.  Kluszewski excelled in football and baseball at I.U.  He probably joined the basketball team as a result of the attrition of players due to the war.  The war affected his life in a positive way, as travel restrictions forced the Cincinnati Reds, who traditionally held spring training in Tampa, Florida, to train at Indiana from 1943-45.  Kluszewski’s batting power drew the attention of Reds’ groundskeeper Matty Schwab and eventually team scouts offered him a contract.  Kluszewski hit .443 for the I.U. baseball team in 1945 and was a football star on the 9-0-1 team, where he earned first-team Big Ten honors as an End. The team finished 4th in the final AP poll, just behind National Champion Army.  Football kept Ted at I.U. until his graduation in 1946.  By 1948, he was the Reds’ starting first baseman, where in a controversial move, he cut off the sleeves of his uniform to accommodate his massive shoulders and biceps.

“Big Klu” was a career .298 hitter with 279 home runs and 1,028 RBI in 1,718 games over 15 years.  In ten of those years, he walked more often than he struck out, and during the 1955 season he hit 47 home runs and only struck out 40 times, a feat no one has yet to duplicate. He left the Reds in 1957, then played 100 games for the Pittsburgh Pirates, and traded to the Chicago White Sox at the end of the 1959 season, who were in a close pennant race.

He joined the “Go-Go” Sox in August of 1959 and powered them to the American League crown.  In the first game of the World Series against the Dodgers, he hit two home runs and drove in five for an 11-0 White Sox rout.  He ended up hitting .391 in the series with 3 HR and 10 RBI, and earned three 1960 Ford Falcons from Jim Moran, a Chicago automobile dealer.  Kluszewski also achieved notoriety in having his name misspelled on the back of Bill Veek’s ground-breaking innovation to baseball jerseys.  When Major League Baseball expanded in 1960, he was left unprotected and traded to the Los Angeles Angels for his final season.  He died at age 63, after retiring as a Reds’ hitting coach.

The 1959 “Go-Go” Sox also featured my first baseball hero, Sherm Lollar.  Sherm had a home run in game 4 of the series, the only other White Sox victory.  Kluszewski’s third homer came in game 6, but the Dodgers prevailed to take the World Series.  The “Big Klu” and Sherm Lollar connection is what makes the I.U. basketball program a special part of my collection.  It also brings the two sports, basketball and football, together for a brief moment in history; and recognizes my dad’s birthday that he probably celebrated serving our country.

Old Sport Shorts: Cubs win..Cubs win…#116

It’s always worth a celebration when the Cubs beat the evil Cardinals, especially following the disappointment of six consecutive losses in California.  There was no sign of a leisure suit at Wrigley Field this afternoon.  I’ve been pretty hard on the Cubs the past couple of posts (Old Sport Shorts: #98 and #101) and especially on the rookie, Ian Happ. Happ did get a hit today in the 3-2 Cubs victory.  I’m Happ-y for him!

Dexter Fowler was presented with his World Series ring in a ceremony prior to the game, and then proceeded to hit a home run in his first at bat against John Lackey.  It was only one of two hits off Lackey.  The Cardinals scored again in the second for a 2-0 lead, but it turned out to be their final run of the afternoon.  Lackey pitched well, but Strop got the win after Rizzo scored in the bottom of the 8th on Heyward’s sacrifice.  Wade Davis shut down the Cardinals in the 9th for the save. The Mighty Schwarber still continues to struggle (see post #64)

The bleeding has finally stopped, and hopefully the Cubs can continue their momentum.  They need to sweep this series to solidify their wavering dominance over their rival and claim the top spot in the division.  The leading Brewers match up against the Dodgers this weekend, so a couple more Cubs wins could seal the deal.

The White Sox just fell behind the Tigers in the first inning of their series opener.  I’m still hoping for a rematch of the 1906 World Series.  Ty Cobb and the Tigers were on the short end of the back-to-back Cub Championships of 1907 and 1908.  It was a long time ago, I know, but after last year’s Cubs World Series victory, anything is possible!

Cubs win….Cubs win….Fly the W

Old Sport Shorts: Fake memorabilia #102

I came across a couple of baseball treasures this past weekend.  I was able to add to my “unmatched” Sherm Lollar collection (Old Sport Shorts #5: Who was that masked man?) and I bought a glass sign that says, “COMISKEY PARK TICKET OFFICE.”  It’s a cool addition to the office.  The glass is chipped, the paint weathered, and the bottom line: fake.   The guy who sold it to me for “less than half of what he paid for it” had thought it to be an original.  He is an experienced collector who was fooled at its authenticity.  “They can just about fake anything anymore,” were his words of frustration.  I didn’t really care if it was original or not, and certainly didn’t want to pay the price of the original – if it even exists.

Caveat Emptor were the Latin words for “let the buyer beware,” I had learned back in business school at Indiana University.  With modern technology, it’s just as easy make an exact copy of something, as it is to detect if it’s an original or not.  It applies to all things of value, including fine wine if you watch the movie, “Sour Grapes.”  If there are two things that the move to Oregon three years ago taught me, wine and baseball top any list.  In my short time here, I’ve visited more wineries than ever, helped grow grapes, and have never had in my possession so many bottles.  By the same token, I’ve rekindled a childhood interest in baseball cards, become a student of baseball history, and attended more baseball card collector shows than at any point in my life.

Can I tell a fake from an original?  No.  I just like to be surrounded by baseball history and never want to run out of wine.  Would I invest in anything of value? No.  I think I would be equally happy with a fake Monet, since I also have one of those in my office.  I drink fake Coke, have a few fake teeth, and even have a fake watch.  At one time, I had a fake ID, but you don’t need one anymore if you’re of retirement age like me.  I do have a couple of originals in my collection, but none are of significant value to anyone else but me.

The same friend who sold me the Comiskey Park sign, also threw in an original Sports Illustrated poster of Walt “No Neck” Williams, another White Sox player like Sherm Lollar that few care about but me.  As part of the “deal,” I’m also getting a fake copy of the Chicago Daily News from September 25, 1920 with the headline, “EIGHT OF WHITE SOX INDICTED.” It’s got fake yellow coloring, fake creases and folds, and fake photos of the infamous Black Sox players accused of throwing the 1919 World Series.  It will still look good in my office, and the price was right.  It is r”rare” when the White Sox make the World Series, let alone give it away.

Fortunately, I also doubt that my son is anxious for my death just so he can inherit my valuable collection of fakes, unknowns, and has-beens.  I did leave them for him in my will, anyway since I do have a fake Ernie Banks jersey with a certified autograph, and other signed items that I witnessed personally.  They will all probably be deemed fake sometime in the future.  Sorry, kid!

Old Sport Shorts: Oooo for California #101

Well, the “Anchorman” outing (see Post for Old Sport Shorts #98) to California ended 0-6, with the Cubs getting only 3 hits and 1 run for Jake Arrieta in the final game of a “leisurely” road trip.  I suggest we burn those costumes and approach the next road trip with a more serious attitude.  In the meantime, get ready for the Cardinals.  Not only can the Cubs snap their longest losing streak in recent memory, but also take control of the Central Division.

No more leisure suits.  No more jet-lag inspired baseball.  No more leisurely attitude.  An attitude that was no better demonstrated than Ian Happ’s lackadaisical, “happ-hazard” throw to the plate that allowed the winning run to score for the Padres.  His place in the Majors may be short-lived. In fact, he may not be there long enough to get his leisure suit back from the cleaners!

There was some confusion earlier this year between my son and I on who was going to renew the subscription to mlb.com.  He finally paid the bill and today’s game was the first I was able to watch on his dime.  He has a lot of dimes to go to repay me!  I happened to tune-in around the 7th inning, and watched the Cubs squander a chance to score a tie-breaking run.  I then knew that when the Happ throw went high that the more aggressive Padres were in control for good.

The weather looked good.  The Padres played well.   Arietta had it together, but Joe Maddon  probably should have left him in to hit.  Russell looked rusty as a pinch-hitter, and then shit “happ-ens.”

Ooooooh for California was an embarrassment,   Don’t look back.  Crush the evil Cardinals.

Old Sport Shorts: #98 Cub woes, Sox hopes

It’s been five straight losses for the Cubs – three to the Dodgers and two to the Padres.  I can’t remember the last time that has happened, but it used to be the norm before last year’s Championship season.  This particular road trip started with the Cubs adopting an “Anchorman” theme for their traveling attire.  Their Ron Burgundy (Will Ferrell) outfits attracted a lot of attention, including a special baseball card featuring Kyle Schwarber and Anthony Rizzo that Topps produced for the occasion.   Disco-era dews, gold chains, and flashy suits were supposed to set a carefree tone for the trip west.  Instead, the World Champion Cubs have played like Ron Burgundy!

After some quick research, the Cubs did have a five-game skid back in July of last year, so it’s no reason to panic.  The rest of their division have struggled, as well, and the Cubs only remain 1.5 games behind the first-place Brewers and tied with the Cardinals.  However, they are only 2 games ahead of the last-place Pirates.  It’s not so disturbing that they lost to the Dodgers, but San Diego is 21-33 for the season.  The Cubs are now below .500 at 25-26, after a decent first half of the month.

It’s too early to tell if the Cubs can regain their swagger from last year.  They have not been plagued with injuries, just poor starting pitching.   Also, Kyle Schwarber, despite great expectations, is hitting a miserable .174 with only 8 home runs, and only Miguel Montero (.309) is hitting over .300.  They’ve also only scored 8 runs during this five-game losing streak, while giving up 29.  The month of June will tell the tale, as they return to division play at Wrigley with a four-game series against the Cardinals.

It’s time to fly the “W” again, as Jake Arrieta takes the mound today with a disappointing 4.92 ERA.  Jake has struggled in his starts so far this season, so let’s hope he can get it together in sunny San Diego.  The last time the Cubs won back-to-back World Series, it wasn’t easy either.  Back in 1908, they won 99 games, but still needed two key umpire decisions to even return to the Series.  We’ll need that kind of magic this year!

Apparently, even Joe Madden has finally bought a leisure suit, so they haven’t totally given up on the “Anchorman” theme.  Hopefully, they can salvage one game today and head home in style.  If not, I would certainly not miss the Ron Burgundy look.

Meanwhile, on the south side of Chicago, the White Sox are 3.5 games behind the division leaders, Minnesota and Cleveland.  The Indians, hoping for World Series revenge against the Cubs, are in a better position to get there than the defending Champions.  The Indians have won 27 games, keeping pace with the Major League leaders, including the Red Sox, who battle the White Sox today.  White Sox fans gave Chris Sale a standing ovation in his return to the Windy City last night, and proceeded to get the win 13-7.  The White Sox won the series opener after taking 3 out of 4 from the Tigers.  They hope to recapture their momentum with Mike Pelfrey on the mound against Drew Pomeranz.  Let’s see if we can “Guarantee” a home field victory for the Pale Hose!

While Cleveland is looking for revenge, I’m still looking for a Cubs vs. White Sox World Series rematch.  Another Cubs World Series would be even sweeter if they could beat the White Sox and get retribution for the 1906 loss.  Let’s Go Back-to-Back!

Retirement is not without Hassles: D-Day Revisited #89

Another long bus ride with yet another tour guide that I can’t fully understand.  I think she spoke  for a full two hours without taking a breath, then read us the entire Bible.  You can’t stop verbal diarrhea with Imodium!

When we do get off the bus, my wife is always 10 steps ahead of me.  But only after 10 a.m.- before that she walks while I run.  I then slow down for the remainder of the day, while she speeds up.  She’s as frustrated as anyone with the lethargic, unruly pace of group travel: in her words,”like herding cats.”  I guess cats don’t follow directions very well!

Our first stops were Caen, Sword Beach, Juno Beach, and Gold Beach – Arromanches.  A museum film explained the Mulberry Operation, the remains of which still litter the shore line.  Its construction allowed 220,000 soldiers, 530,000 tons of supplies, and 39,000 vehicles to pass through Normandy following D-Day.

We had sauerkraut for lunch again today – standard fare in the Normandy region?  Between Hitler and sauerkraut,  two reasons to dislike Germany.  I did take German in High School and College, but have yet to travel there.  Germany also gave us the polka and the accordion from yesterday’s theme luncheon.   Their influence in Northern France still exists despite our efforts to drive them out!

A very emotional stop was next – to see the American Cemetery on Omaha Beach – 10,000 white marble crosses, all identical with the exception of those of Jewish faith.  It was a gorgeous sunny day as we paid tribute to those who died for and served our country.  Words can’t express my gratitude for my Father and other veteran’s who gave me this beautiful day to honor  them.

Further on down the road, we parked to gather sand from Omaha Beach.  Hopefully, there will be enough for everyone to take home.  We bought and filled a commemorative glass bottle  to remind us of what a bad day is really like.  American Veterans thank you!

Security was an issue with every monument we visited.  One of my fellow travelers was practically down to his underwear while trying to pass through the metal detectors.  I joked that he must have “a mind like a steel trap.”  It turned out to be his belt buckle, and he’s not even from Texas!

I went up to “thank” one of our Veteran’s on our tour for his service, while standing on Omaha Beach.  He is from “The Big Buckle State” (and wearing the Texas Star on his shirt to prove it), and served in Vietnam.  He was paraphrasing a Commander’s harsh words to his men in trying to get them to move up the cliffs, rather than freeze there in shock like sitting ducks.  “There are two types of men on this beach, those that are dead and those who will die.  Now let’s move!”  It sounded like something John Wayne might say!

Today gave me plenty to be thankful for – I’m counting the ways.  I’m particularly thankful that when this trip is over in four days, I won’t have to go back to work.  Let’s motor on back to the boat and toast  to our good retirement fortune.  Wine Time!

Old Sport Shorts: “Schwarber at the Bat” Casey revisited #64

Schwarber at the Bat

It’s been an up and down affair,,

The Cubs an early lead.

But the Tribe tied it up,

Extra innings was the need.

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Bryant took the grounder,

Then slipped on the wet grass.

Would his throw get to Rizzo?

Or another sad year pass?

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Let’s go back to the beginning,

A Hundred Eight years ago.

Tinker, Evers, and Chance,

Won it last, you know.

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In fact, they won it back-to-back,

Cubs haven’t won it since.

All that talk of a curse,

Have kept fans in suspense.

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There was no Wrigleyville back then,

Games at the West Side Grounds.

Overall and Mordecai,

Were flawless, so it sounds.

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There was joy felt in Chicago,

Would it happen ever again?

Or would the Cubs strike out?

And never get that win?

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Then along came Rizzo,

Bryant and Zobrist, too.

A closer named Chapman,

All wearing Cubbie Blue.

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Jake, Kyle,  John, and Jon,

Took their places on the mound.

And the magician, Javy Baez,

Made the defense sound.

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Russell handled shortstop,

Grandpa Ross behind the plate.

But the Mighty Schwarber,

Would sadly have to wait.

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Let’s not forget Coach Maddon,

Or Epstein’s brilliant ways.

And thank the Rickett’s family,

For the “Fly the W” craze.

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A Hundred Three wins later,

Put the Cardinals in their place.

Joy again in Wrigleyville.

They Won the Pennant race.

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Then they took the Giants,

With the Dodgers next.

Now can they win the Series?

No sane fan should expect.

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To Cleveland for game one,

With some hope it appears.

They haven’t won it either,

In the last seventy years.

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Cubby spirits get a needed boost,

Mighty Schwarber’s at the bat.

But his double is not enough,

The Tribe clouts more than that.

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Schwarber strikes harder,

And Jake wins game two.

But next day Cubs bats were silent,

No runs, and hits were few.

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At last to Wrigleyville they go,

But down two games to one.

The stands are quiet at the end,

After the Kipnis home run.

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No joy in Wrigleyville that night,

Cub chances growing thin.

The Indians were in command,

As Cory Kluber wins again.

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As Game Five approached,

Tension filled Chicago’s air.

But Bryant slugged one deep,

One game closer to being square.

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They could lose no more,

And expect to ever win.

Return to hostile Cleveland,

Can the Cubs prevail again?

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Game Six little doubt,

Chapman’s arm overused?

But with Russell’s Grand Slam,

Indian confidence was bruised.

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It was down to one game,

In a duel to be best.

Hendricks for the Cubs,

Kluber not much rest.

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Chicago jumped out early,

Up by four in the Fifth.

By taking Kyle out,

Did the Tribe get a gift?

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David Ross had made an error,

And Cleveland made him pay.

Then he homered next time up,

This hIs final game to play.

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In the bottom of the Eighth,

Chapman showed his wear.

And had every Cubs fan,

On the edge of their chair.

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Those Indians wouldn’t quit,

Rajai Davis tied the score.

But Chapman retired the side,

And wasn’t shown the door.

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Two teams of such ill fate,

Only one would end their drought.

Two fly balls would end the Ninth,

Kipnis, like Casey, struck out!

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And where was Wild Thing?

Cleveland fans might wonder.

Would this have a happy ending,

Or would it end in blunder?

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The rain comes pouring down,

With no decision after Nine.

Heyward gave his pep talk,

Was this delay by design?

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Once their wits were gathered,

The Cubs came out possessed.

They took the lead again,

And played their very best.

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Mighty Schwarber a lead off single,

Junior’s pinch-run speedy wheels.

Zobrist earned an M.V.P.,

Then Migel Montero deals.

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And would that be enough?

I guess we’ll finally know.

Montgomery got the grounder,

Bryant made the slippery throw.

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Suspense  is where we left you,

Would Bryant’s throw fly true?

Or would the curse continue,

And leave Cubs’ fans more Blue?

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I think you know the answer?

There’s no one left to blame.

The Cubs are now World Champions,

Wrigleyville will never be the same.

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copyright May 2017 johnstonwrites.com

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Here was the original “Casey at the Bat” poem, written in 1888:


Ernest Lawrence Thayer

The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day:
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play,
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.
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A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to the hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, “If only Casey could but get a whack at that—
We’d put up even money now, with Casey at the bat.”
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But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
And the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
For there seemed but little chance of Casey getting to the bat.
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But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despisèd, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred,
There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.
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Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.
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There was ease in Casey’s manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Casey’s bearing and a smile lit Casey’s face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt ‘twas Casey at the bat.
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Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt;
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance flashed in Casey’s eye, a sneer curled Casey’s lip.
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And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped—
“That ain’t my style," said Casey. “Strike one!” the umpire said.
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From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore;
“Kill him! Kill the umpire!” shouted someone on the stand;
And it’s likely they’d have killed him had not Casey raised his hand.
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With a smile of Christian charity great Casey’s visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun sphere flew;
But Casey still ignored it and the umpire said, “Strike two!”
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“Fraud!” cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered “Fraud!”
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn’t let that ball go by again.
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The sneer is gone from Casey’s lip, his teeth are clenched in hate,
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate;
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey’s blow.
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Oh, somewhere in this favoured land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light;
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout,
But there is no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey has struck out.
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Retirement is not without Hassles: Finding the right place to live #63

I ran in the rain again this morning.  Just a fine mist – but still annoying.  At least it was 50 degrees, but still very wet.  When you imagine retirement, I’m guessing that most of us think of warm, dry weather.  In the Midwest, we called them snow birds, retirees who would migrate south to the Gulf of Mexico cities.  Here in Portland, to escape the rainy season, the migration is to California, Arizona, and New Mexico.  With my wife’s career, it looks like I will have to continue to adapt to the Portland climate, at least for the next five years.

There are many things attractive to me about the Portland area.  Let me count the ways!  First, we have many good friends that live here.  Secondly, the weather is just gorgeous once the rain finally stops.  Thirdly, there are many great restaurants and music venues.  Number four, the coast and the mountains are just an hour away, with loads of activities like skiing, snowboarding, boating, fishing, beach combing, climbing, and even surfing.  Finally, there’s lots of great sports in the city including the Trailblazers, Timbers, and Winterhawks.  The Oregon Ducks and the Oregon State Beavers play just down the road, and the Mariners are a short drive to the north.  We also  have Portland, Portland State, and other fine area colleges and universities that not only offer sports, but also many cultural and educational opportunities that make our city great.

We’re know as “Rip City,” named for the Trailblazers ability to “rip the nets.”  We’re also known as the “Rose City,” one of the beautiful by-products of the rain.  I wrote this poem when we first moved to Portland:

 

Drip City

The mountains beautiful,

The dampness sucks.

Portland weather?

Lovely For Ducks

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The roses flourish,

The trees are tall.

But this much rain,

I can’t recall.

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It’s cool and damp,

A Duck kinda’ day.

Often settle on,

Indoors to play.

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The skies open,

The rivers rise.

Wear waterproof gear,

If you’re wise.

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Use an umbrella?

Don’t be a fool.

To carry one’s,

Apparently un-cool.

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Two state mascots,

Lead our teams.

Both like water,

So It seems.

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Storm drains,

Not worth a damn.

We need the Beaver,

To build a dam.

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Ducks, of course,

Give us Down.

They’re repelled,

When rain falls down.

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Ducks and Beavers,

A Civil War.

Game Day Forecast?

It might pour.

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Gray skies,

Constant drizzle.

Green moss,

Spirits fizzle.

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My shoes are soaked,

My toes feel cold.

My hair’s a curl,

Sunshine on hold.

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7 day outlook?

What’s in store?

Heavy moisture,

This weekend more.

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So having teams,

Play under cover.

Makes good sense,

Fans soon discover.

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So basketball,

As hot as it gets.

And gives us cheer,

Until the rain quits.

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The Blazers backcourt,

On the radio shows.

Were just renamed,

The two “Rain Bros.”

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They call it “Rip City,”

When they tickle the net.

But consider “Drip City,”

Because it’s so wet

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Round Ball games,

Make your day?

The sun always shines,

When the Timbers play.

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Or go to the mountains,

Where rain is snow.

Downhill skiing,

Ready, set, go.

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Be a good sport,

Or just pretend.

After a few months,

It will end.

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When summer comes,

Well worth the wait.

Out comes our rainbow,

The weather’s great.

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Copyright 2014 johnstonwrites.com

Old Sport Shorts: Headlines #60

I lived in the past this morning, spending several hours reminiscing with vendors at a local baseball card and collectibles show.  I went with the sole intention of buying some Cub and White Sox baseball cards from the early 1900s, but walked away with what I consider to be a treasure. It jumped out at me as I walked by a display table, wondering what in the heck it was doing in Portland, Oregon?  There was booth after booth of Oregon Ducks and Oregon State Beavers memorabilia that I typically see at these shows around our area.  Occasionally, I’ll see Washington Huskies, Washington State  Cougars, or Gonzaga merchandise, maybe even some California team items.  It only makes sense that people in this area are going to be more interested in teams that are close by, and every good merchant knows about targeting their audience. I would have never have expected to see an item from my Alma Mater, Indiana University at a local show.   That’s why I had to buy it.

It was a framed Velox from the front page of the Indiana Daily Student, the University’s newspaper from Tuesday, March 31, 1987.  The day it was published I was in New Orleans watching Keith Smart hit a last second shot against Syracuse to claim Indiana’s 5th NCAA Basketball Championship.  It was a magical moment in my life that was the climax of an unforgettable week of travel to and from New Orleans, several sleepless nights on the floor of house that was surprisingly under construction and had no furniture,  and night after night of fan rallies, not to mention the excessive drinking and partying that New Orleans is famous for.  After all, I was 34 years young with a family and didn’t get out of town by myself very often.  Without a doubt, I overdid it, but would be happy to do it again!

Admittedly, I’m an I.U. Basketball geek!  There’s a photo of that winning shot in my home office that is called simply, “The Shot.”  I have a custom I.U. jewelry box that plays the final seconds of the actual radio broadcast of that shot when you open its lid.  I also have framed jerseys and photos from the 1976 and 1981 Championships that I was fortunate to enjoy.  By 1987 it was getting to be a habit for Bob Knight and his Indiana teams, so I always expected to go to another one.  Unfortunately, it hasn’t happened in 30 years.  As a result, I have to live in the past with these memory aids that adorn my walls.

The headline on the front page reads, “IU WINS IT ALL!”  The accompanying story focuses, as only a campus publication would, on the student celebration rather than the game itself.  It does have a box score of the game and a photo of Steve Alford, Todd Meier, and Daryl Thomas hoisting the Championship Trophy.  A copy of the paper would have set you back 25 cents, and the frame and red matting is worth more than what I paid for it this morning.  The man who sold it to me owned a moving company and got it from a Beaverton, Oregon home.  He was not sure why the owner did not want to move it again.  There was a strip of masking tape on the back that noted, “Office #11 Center Behind Lamp.”  There was also a sticker from the framing company in Mishawaka, Indiana, just about 10 miles from my home town.  I’ll never know how it ended up in Oregon, but I’m glad that I was able to give it another good home.   The other coincidence was that he just picked it up last week, so this was the first time it was offered for sale, and I happened to be there at the right time.

It was all as if it was meant to be! The framed piece and I came together, after moving across the country 2,193 miles. Oh, and one more thing! As I was loading into the trunk of my car, my jaw dropped as I took a minute to fully read the article.  In one of the paragraphs it stated: “This is what University life is all about! yelled junior Matt Gaston between swigs of beer.  I met Matt Gaston several years later in Indianapolis, so it will be a good reason to get back in touch with him.  I wonder if he ever saw the paper, or if he was too hungover to care.  Maybe it will renew our friendship, since I know from Facebook posts that he is a baseball fan and follows the Nats and our Hoosiers from his D.C. home?

Old Sport Shorts: I’ll Take A Chance #54

I’ve added Frank Chance to my baseball card collection.  A T-206 Sweet Caporal “The Standard for Years” tobacco card from  1909-1910.   This particular card was of interest to me since it was issued just after the last year that the Cubs had won the World Series in 1908.  First Baseman Frank Chance batted .421 against the Tigers in those games.  The Sweet Caporal  cigarette brand was created by the Kinney Tobacco Company.  Kinney merged in 1890 into the American Tobacco Company and continued sales in Canada until 2011.  The Frank Chance card is also part of the series that includes the “most famous collectible,” the Honus Wagner T-206 trading card, as described by the National Baseball Hall of Fame.   Wagner apparently refused to allow production of his card to continue, so only 50 to 200 of these cards were ever distributed to the public (exact number unknown).  The limited supply is what escalated its value.

Trade Cards, as they were called, were a popular form of advertising, with baseball cards making up only a small fraction of the total distribution.  The original N-series, issued in the 1880s, on Kinney Bro’s High Class Cigarettes, that included Sweet Caporal, featured cards of multiple topics:  Actresses, Animals, Military, Fish, Famous Gems of the World, Famous Running Horses, Novelties, Naval Vessels of the World, Butterflies of the World, Flags of All Nations, and Surf Beauties, among others.   Other tobacco competitors like Goodwin & Co. issued Old Judge cards, inserted them both as a “stiffener” for their cigarette packs and to boost sales.   Allen and Ginter, Buchner & Co., Mayo & Co., and Kimball produced higher quality cards.  Yum Yum tobacco, S.H. Hess, and Four Base Hits card inserts are very rare.  Most of these tobacco company insert cards are much smaller in size than modern day baseball cards.

Honus Wagner, “The Flying Dutchman,” starred for the Pittsburgh Pirates in 1908, losing the National League Pennant by one game to the World Champion Cubs.  At that time, there was of course no instant replay and the fans were not confined to the stands.  In a late September controversial play that would ultimately determine the fate of both teams, the Cubs held a 2-0 lead.  The bases were loaded and Ed Abbaticchio, Wagner’s good friend and teammate was at the plate.  His hot smash down the third base line was ruled foul after hitting a fan.  Now considered an urban legend, in a court battle several months later initiated by the woman who was struck by that ball, it was conclusively established that she was standing in fair territory.  That was not the only controversy in the Cubs 1908 Championship drive.  This was the same official that ruled at the infamous “Merkle game” earlier that year that led to a “playoff” game, a Cubs 4-2 victory to end the regular season and send them to the World Series.

As a collector and a Cubs fan, I wanted cards from the most memorable players from those Championship teams, including Chance, Mordecai “Three Finger” Brown, Johnny Evers, and Joe Tinker.  That’s right – I’ll take a Chance, plus a Brown, Evers, and Tinker.  It was also suggested that I take a card from Orval Overall who won the final World Series game in 1908.  Mordecai won games 1 and 4 while Orval won games 2 and 5.  Joe Tinker hit a home run off Christy Mathewson and Johnny Evers alerted umpire Hank O’Day to Merkle’s base running boner.  In the “playoff” game, Tinker hit a trip off Mathewson that started the rally that gave the Cubs the victory.  Finally, as a poet, I was most aware of the Tinkers, Evers, and Chance threesome, the Cubs double-play combination that achieved mythological status through this poem:

Baseball’s Sad Lexicon

These are the saddest of possible words”

“Tinker to Evers to Chance”

Trio of bear cubs, and fleeter than birds.

Tinker and Evers and Chance.

Ruthlessly pricking our gonfalon bubble,

Making a Giant hit into a double –

Words that are heavy with nothing but trouble:

“Tinker to Evers to Chance”

Franklin Pierce Adams wrote a weekly column for the New York Evening Mail, called “Always in Good Humor.”  He is credited with this poem, from the viewpoint of a Giants fan,  that even he thought never would be memorable.

History is a product of the right people being in the right place at the right time, and this team is certainly reflective of this phenomenon. Frank Chance joined the Chicago Cubs in 1898 as a reserve catcher.  Chance opposed his move to First Base and even threatened to quit following Manager Frank Selee’s shuffle of the lineup.  He eventually replaced Salee as Manager of the team in 1905 but continued playing. Joe Tinker was a third baseman in the minors but made the club as a shortstop.  Evers position at second was a result of Bobby Lowe’s injury.  The rest is poetic justice.

Were they really worthy of being legendary?  Probably not!  The double-play combination of Frank Chance, Joe Tinker, and Johnny Evers, ranked only third in the National League at that time with a total of 491 between 1906-1910.  There were also no double plays during any one of their 21 World Series games.  Plus, They were prone to many errors, considering the poor field conditions of their time.

The 2016-2017 Cubs version of Tinker, Evers, and Chance is Russell, Baez, and Rizzo.  The modern day trio has yet to solidify their everyday positions, since Kris Bryant and Ben Zobrist have such great versatility.  It’s not such a bad problem to have!  By the way, I have all their cards in my collection, as well.  Will they go back-to-back like their predecessors?  I will write them a poem if they do!

 

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