A Random Tribute to Bob Feller

  It’s mighty hard to set major league records when you’re crouched down in a U-boat with bombs bursting around it. But somehow, inexplicably, Mr. Bob Feller of the Cleveland Indians managed to do pretty well in that department even though he spent the prime of his career some 3,000 miles from the nearest American … Continue reading A Random Tribute to Bob Feller

Black Yarn: A Fictional Series (part 7/10)

cont’d from parts 1/10 , 2/10, 3/10, 4/10, 5/10, 6/10) Honus O’Malley couldn’t have been happier to learn of McGraw’s tragic accident--not if he’d tripped into a pot of gold after hearing about it. He organized a half-hearted search party to go off hunting for Sullivan and Meriwiskey, mostly to soften the blow of his … Continue reading Black Yarn: A Fictional Series (part 7/10)

Black Yarn: A Fictional Series (part 6/10)

cont’d from parts (1/10 , 2/10, 3/10, 4/10, 5/10) McGRAW In the weeks that followed Grizzly’s passing, old McGraw was a madman. And when I say the man had gone mad, I’m not just saying it for dramatic effect. For example, one day I’m just doing my normal thing up in the coal breaker, sorting … Continue reading Black Yarn: A Fictional Series (part 6/10)

Black Yarn: A Fictional Series (Part 5/10)

cont’d from parts 1/10 , 2/10, 3/10, 4/10 Grizzly Bear Mining was hard work and there weren’t a whole lot of breaks when you were down in the hole all day, but every once in awhile you’d get a little bit of down time. Mostly, it was for pretty tame reasons, like the engineers going … Continue reading Black Yarn: A Fictional Series (Part 5/10)

A Random Tribute to Joe DiMaggio’s 56-Game Hitting Streak

  May 15, 1941- Joe DiMaggio, the Yankee Clipper, ripped a single off of White Sox pitcher Eddie Smith. He was a wiry, young Italian-American who had learned the game of baseball on the sandlots of San Francisco and had grown to play centerfield for the New York Yankees. He didn’t know it at the … Continue reading A Random Tribute to Joe DiMaggio’s 56-Game Hitting Streak

Black Yarn: A Fictional Series (part 4/10)

cont’d from parts 1/10 , 2/10, 3/10 Clean Livin’ When it comes to Clean-Livin’, I don’t know where to begin. I guess I need to tell it to you as if it were a ball game. Old Rockford would have wanted it that way. ‘Course, the whole story fits in rather ironically with the last … Continue reading Black Yarn: A Fictional Series (part 4/10)

Black Yarn: A Fictional Series (part 3/10)

cont'd from parts 1/10 , 2/10 The Chief My duties at the Bull’s Head Tavern were not complex. Between sudsin’ up empty goblets and spit-shining shot glasses, I’d take my hand at the old broom and keep Pop’s floor so clean you could eat off it, though I would never have recommended the practice. As … Continue reading Black Yarn: A Fictional Series (part 3/10)

A Random Tribute to Stan Coveleski

For a man whose career started as a 14-year-old breaker boy in the Pennsylvania coal mines--where he mucked through slag for 60 cents a day--Stan Coveleski sure came a long way. The Polish Prince was such a hard worker and endured so many hours underground he once said, “I got to thinking the sun only … Continue reading A Random Tribute to Stan Coveleski