[As I’ve
done each of the
last couple years, an Opening Day series—this time focused on
AmericanStudying some particularly interesting baseball identities. Leading up
to a special Guest Post on a particularly important baseball life!]
On what we don’t
know about some of the all-time greats, and what we do.
There are lots
of reasons why the Negro Leagues comprise a
hugely compelling American history, but near the top of the list would have to
be the “what if?” questions and arguments they create. Take titanic slugger Josh Gibson, for example.
The introductory paragraph in that linked Hall of Fame piece on Gibson says it
all: “The applause Josh Gibson received should have been louder. He was
considered the best power hitter of his era in the Negro baseball leagues and
perhaps even the majors.” Ah, that eternal “perhaps,” the stories and histories
denied to us because of discrimination and exclusion. Later in the same piece,
fellow Negro Leaguer Alonzo Boone argues, “Josh was a better power hitter than
Babe Ruth, Ted Williams, or anybody else I’ve ever seen.” To be clear, such an
assessment is no less valid because Gibson was not allowed to play in the
majors (just as the Negro Leagues were no less authentic than their
counterpart)—but the gap remains, exemplified by one more quote from the piece:
“Negro Leagues statistics of the time are largely incomplete. But the legend of
Gibson’s power has always been larger than life.” So was Babe
Ruth’s legend, of course—but it was accompanied by a career in the majors,
one denied to Gibson and his peers.
As that Hall of
Fame piece notes, Gibson would by the end of his career become the “second-highest
paid player in black baseball, behind Satchel Paige.” And Paige, whom sportswriter
Joe Posnanski has argued was the hardest thrower in baseball history, offers
an even more complex and tantalizing “what if?” scenario, because the legendary
hurler did in fact get the chance to pitch in the majors—but not until he was
42 years old (for the Cleveland Indians in July 1948, a year after Jackie
Robinson’s debut), making Paige’s
the oldest debut in major league history. While his brief major league
service (he finished that season and pitched the next before being released and
returning to the barnstorming circuit) was a mixed success, Paige’s long baseball
career provided another unique opportunity for competition against major
leaguers: in 1946 and 1947, major league star Bob
Feller organized an extensive, nationwide barnstorming tour, and recruited
Paige to lead a team of Negro League all-stars that would compete against
Feller’s major league all-star team. As that linked article notes, the tour
greatly advanced the overall cause of integration in baseball, and undoubtedly
contributed to Branch Rickey’s decision to sign Robinson the following year.
But Feller also emphasized the tour’s more specific contribution to perceptions
of Paige himself: “the case for Satchel Paige,” he argued, “has been made in
part by what baseball people saw in his outstanding performances against my
barnstorming team.”
The fact that a “case”
had to be made for Paige’s greatness at all, and will to a degree always have
to be made (although both Paige and Gibson were voted into the Hall of Fame, the sport’s
highest measure of success), reflects once again those eternal gaps in our
stories and histories. But no athlete (or person) is summed up solely by such professional
judgments in any case, and Paige’s life
represents an amazing, 20th century American story on many other
levels: his childhood in Mobile, Alabama, the son of two domestic workers; his
own youthful work to help support that family, carrying bags at the train
station (one
possible source for the nickname Satchel); the truancy and theft charges that
landed him in an Industrial School for Negro Children, where ironically he
first developed the pitching skills that would take him far from that place;
and his truly nationwide and globe-trotting experiences as a semi-pro and
barnstormer (often pursued alongside his service in the Negro Leagues),
including stints in Cuba, the Dominican Republic, Mexico, and Puerto Rico.
While we cannot forget the racism and exclusion that denied men like Paige and
Gibson many opportunities, we at the same time can and must remember the
amazing, legendary, inspiring lives (in and out of baseball) they and many
others led just the same.
Next baseball
llife tomorrow,
Ben
PS. What do you
think? Baseball lives or stories you’d highlight?
My suggestion would be Henry Aaron, who epitomized a steady greatness that allowed fans to almost take him for granted. Willie Mays from the same era is lionized (with good reason) as the greatest living player, and Roberto Clemente is revered as a sort of demigod. But Aaron was just excellent every day. He never hit more than 47 HR in a season, but was so consistent - day after day, year after year - that he set the baseball HR record (and endured extreme racism and death threats along the way). At the same time, Aaron was low-key enough that Baseball Commissioner Bowie Kuhn felt comfortable skipping the record-setting game.
ReplyDeleteTotally agree, Tim! As a child growing up a Braves fan Aaron was his own kind of demigod to me, but it is interesting that he's continued to have that low-key but constant presence in baseball ever since his retirement as well.
ReplyDeleteThanks,
Ben