I had nothing to write about Senators’ pitcher Don Johnson. Then I listened to a recorded interview he gave, and now I can’t decide if I am writing about a pawned World Series ring, sleeping in a teepee, Sugar Ray Robinson’s pink Cadillac, Fidel Castro, or surviving taking a bullet.
Happy Halloween! What a perfect time to explore a guy whose nickname makes him sound like a serial killer laying in wait on the Pacific Coast Highway.
I carry a wallet card and am dead tired. Saul Rogovin was also exhaustedly carrying a wallet card when he wasn’t pitching for the Chicago White Sox.
Barney McCoskey looks a lot like Ray Kroc on the front of his 1952 Topps baseball card. Reading the stats on the back, I can’t help but think he bears a closer resemblance to a certain current ballplayer.
What do you need hand over to convince a catcher batting .805 to join your team?
I drove seven hours into West Virginia for the express purpose of killing a man who had famously escaped death. Somehow, it ends up perfectly matching up with my ’52 Topps Gene Bearden baseball card.
It’s not an adventure unless something goes wrong. With all due respect to whoever said that, they didn’t have a Babe Ruth card at stake.
At the outset of the year I set out to plan the perfect trip the National.
