Golden Baseball Magazine
April 2, 2021

“The crowd didn’t dare boo us. The players had them outnumber­ed.”

Ned Garver, who pitched five seasons (1948-52) with the abys­mal St. Louis Browns before sparse crowds at Sportsman’s Park before the team moved to Baltimore.

Cardinals Clubhouse

Post Season Play - 1934

The Gashouse Gang roared to the pennant down the stretch.

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LSU Baseball

Post Season Games - 1986

The Tigers hosted their first NCAAA Regional.

Odd Baseball Facts

Eleven runs in an inning on one hit.

First no-hitter at age 39, then a second one the next year.

  Pivotal World Series Plays

1938 World Series - Game 2

Hartnett leaves Dizzy in too long.

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Baseball Short Story
My Greatest Day in Baseball: Honus Wagner
My Greatest Day as told to John P. Carmichael and other noted sportswriters (1945)
John Henry "Hans" Wagner, whose name is written large in golden baseball letters, was rated the greatest shortstop of all time, and once was called "the best ball player that ever trod in spiked shoes" by John J. McGraw.
When a fellow has played 2,785 games over a span of 21 years it's not the esiest thing in the world to pick out a single contest and say it was his best or that it gave him his biggest thrill. But I was never sharper than in the last game of the World Series our Pirates played with the Detroit Tigers of 1909, and I never walked off any field feeling happier.
I regard that final game with the Bengals as tops because it meant the end of a grand fight against a bunch of real fighters. I'm still willing to testify that the club of Hughie Jennings and Ty Cobb, of "Wahoo Sam" Crawford and Donie Bush, of Davy Jones and George Moriarity, was a holy terror. And it tickles my vanity to think the Pirates outbattled and defeated them.
Cobb stole two bases in the series, but I was lucky and got six. Cobb made six hits, I made eight.
Ask Ty what happened the day he stood on first and yelled at me, "Hey, Kraut Head, I'm comin' down on the next pitch." I told him to come ahead, and by golly, he did. But George Gibson, our catcher, laid the ball perfect, right in my glove and I struck it on Ty as he came in. I guess I wasn't too easy about it, 'cause it took three stitches to sew up his lip. That was the kind of a series it was from start to finish. Fred Clarke, our manager, told us we'd better sharpen our spikes since the Tigers would be sure to, and we took him at his word. We were sorta rough, too, I guess.
Ty Cobb and Honus Wagner - 1909 World Series
L-R: Ty Cobb and Honus Wagner at the 1909 World Series, Hughie Jennings, Fred Clarke
Cobb surprised the Pirates by playing an unusually clean series, but some of the others weren't so careful.
The trouble started in the first game. Both sides had their jockeys warmed up. The Tigers let us have it and we gave it back to 'em with interest. There was a jawing match on nearly every pitch, and it was a good thing we had two of the greatest umpires who ever worked - Bill Klem and "Silk" O'Loughlin. They were young fellows then, but they knew their business and kept us in line. At least there weren't any riots.
In that first game, Fred Clarke hit a home run off Big George Mullin, who was Detroit's best pitcher that year. I followed Clarke at the plate, and I could see that Mullin was boiling, and anxious to get back at us. I always stood pretty far away from the plate, but this time took every inch I could, figuring Mullin would throw at me. I wasn't wrong. He laid his fast ball right in my ribs. Of course, you can't say a thing like that is deliberate, but our boys reckoned it was, and from that minute the rough-housing was on.
We came into the final game tied up at three apiece. It was played in Detroit, and the night before, the Tiger rooters hired two or three bands to play in front of our hotel and keep us awake, but (player-manager) Clarke fooled 'em by taking us all out to the tavern along the lake shore.
We knew our pitcher was going to be Babe Adams, the kid who had won two of our three victories. Babe was hardly old enough to shave, but Clarke had a hunch on him all along. I'll never forget the look on Adams' face when I told him Clarke wanted him to pitch the opener. He asked me if I wasn't fooling and I told him I wasn't and he hadn't better fool, either, when he got on the mound. What a job he did for us.
Charles "Babe" AdamsTommy Leach, PiratesTigers 3B George Moriarty
L-R: Babe Adams, "Wild Bill" Donovan, Tommy Leach , George Moriarity
I guess I don't have to tell you what the feeling was that day. "Wild Bill" Donovan, who started for the Tigers, lived up to his name and we got two runs off him in the second. Mullin came in to pitch in the fourth and couldn't find the plate, either. There were two walks and two singles, giving us two more. In the sixth I got my only hit, but it ws a three-bagger that drove in Clarke and Tommy Leach, and I kept coming and crossed the plate when Davey Jones made a bad throw from the outfield. We certainly didn't need the run we picked up in the seventh, but it made us eight, and with Adams pitching perfect ball that was the score 8 to 0. But it's far from being the whole story.
On my hit Jones kicked the ball into the overflow crowd, trying to hold it to a double under the ground rules, but O'Loughlin saw him and wouldn't allow it. Another time there was a close play at first and the Tiger runner hit Bill Abstein, our first baseman, in the stomach with his fist. Abstein folded up and Ham Hyatt had to take his place. Another Tiger slid into second and cut Jack Miller on the head and leg. Bobby Byrne, out third baseman, banged into Moriarity so hard that Bobby had to leave the field with a broken ankle, and George, who concealed his injury until the next inning, went to the doctor to have 11 stitches put in his knee. Talk about "bean balls" - they were flying around everybody's head all afternoon.