Need a shoutout today to the great Albert Pujols, whose last year has been a wonderful victory lap back in a St. Louis uniform. Even better, he's returned to being a useful player in a part-time role, worth 1.5 WAR, which is a worthy major...
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This is the grave of Waite Hoyt. Born in 1899 in Brooklyn, Hoyt was such a great high school pitching prospect that Giants manager John McGraw signed him to a.
This is the grave of Buck O'Neil. Born in 1911 in Carabelle, Florida, O'Neil grew up in Sarasota. His father ran a pool hall, which made him pretty middle class.
This is the grave of Powel Crosley. Born in 1886 in Cincinnati, Crosley grew up in a well-off suburban household. He was one in a long line of American tinkerers and given that he was a kid when the automobile took off, this new technology...
This is the grave of Billy Meyer. Born in 1892 or 1893 (dates differ here) in Knoxville, Tennessee, Meyer had the great passion of baseball. He grew up with a.
Roger Angell has died. He has a very strong claim to be the greatest baseball writer in history. I loved his late life writing in The New Yorker so much..
This is the grave of Harry Kalas. Born in 1936 in Napierville, Illinois, Kalas had something an interesting background. He was Greek-American, but his father was a Methodist minister. Can't as say I've known a lot of Greek Methodists. Anyway, he graduated from high school...
This is the grave of Ray Chapman. Born in Beaver Dam, Kentucky in 1891, Chapman was an outstanding baseball player and so became a star in Herrin, Illinois, where his.
This is the grave of Smokey Joe Williams. Born in 1886 in Seguin, Texas, Williams was half Black and half Comanche. Such relationships were quite common in this era. Williams.
This is the grave of Earle Combs. Born in 1899 in Pebworth, Kentucky, Combs was a huge baseball fan from the time he was a small child. His family was evidently pretty poor and he had to make his own balls out of whatever he...
The world is uniting against a set of monsters declaring war on innocent people. That's right, the baseball owners who are destroying the game in order to tank and make.
This is the grave of Wee Willie Keeler. Born in Brooklyn in 1872, William Henry O'Kelleher, Jr. grew up in the New York working class of the Gilded Age. His.