The name “John Curtis” has entered my consciousness on two occasions. One of them dates back to the old television show, The Waltons. Do you remember when Mary Ellen Walton, the eldest daughter to John and Oliva Walton, gave birth to a boy? He was given the name of John-Curtis Walton. The name of John […]
It takes courage and resolve to stare down terminal cancer.
I’ll admit it; there are perks that come with working at the Hall of Fame. One of those benefits involves the occasional visit from a retired major leaguer. We had one just last week, when former Kansas City and Oakland A’s second baseman Dick Green came to Cooperstown. Accompanied by his wife, Lia, Green got […]
When we were growing up in the early 1970s, we had fun saying Jim Fregosi’s name. It rhymed with Bela Lugosi, one of my favorite stars of the horror genre. Fregosi and Lugosi. We rhymed those names so often that other kids, the ones who didn’t follow baseball, must have thought it was Lugosi who […]
The story of a man who used to go by a different name and a team which almost played in a different city.
The name is forgotten now, but at one time this man was one big deal.
All athletes are vulnerable, but this man was something special.
He could field, he could broadcast, and he could supply a good quote, too.
I’ve seen Andruw Jones, Jim Edmonds, Devon White, Cesar Geronimo and even Willie Mays at the tail end of his career, but I can’t consider any of them the best defensive center fielder I’ve watched. That honor still belongs to Paul Blair, who died last week from a heart attack. When it comes to center […]
For the final time, we look at Topps in 1973. Let’s find out more about this man’s identity.
A journeyman ballplayer has maximized his contribution to the game.
Call him Selma, or call him Mortimer Snerd.
He’s best known as a Miracle Met, but maybe that shouldn’t be the case anymore.
He is forgotten now, but at one time, he was a pretty big deal.
Who says baseball doesn’t change? Some old footage obliterates that myth.
He didn’t much look like a ballplayer, but he was darned good for awhile.
His nickname was “Groove,” a particularly apt name for the 1970s.
Some careers end under mysterious circumstances.
This Beetle wasn’t one of the Fab Four, but he was pretty good.
A new book is making news, but is the charge legitimate?