Today is August 16th. The only time a player in the MLB was killed during a game happened on this date back in 1920. Ray Chapman from the Indians took a bean ball to the head from Spitballer Carl Mays of the Yankees. I don’t know why I thought of the Red Sox immediately when I thought of this.
Oh, yes I do. It was somewhere in the 6th inning last night, as the Orioles were chalking up 5 runs. I was wishing this was National League and Aaron Cook had to bat against Carl Mays in the next inning. Of course Mays would be 111 years old this November if he were still alive, so I’m thinking his bean ball wouldn’t still have the cheese, as Dennis Eckersley might say….
I think what I liked best about Mays is that he was one of these phony baloney pious types that refused to play on Sunday, but also threw at any batter that dared to crowd the plate. When Mays was with the Red Sox, Ty Cobb threw his bat Mays because he was sick of getting hit with pitches. True to form, May hit Cobb with the very next pitch.
When Chapman got hit with Mays’ killer fastball, he fell twice trying to reach first base. I can’t actually see anyone on this current bloated Red Sox line-up with enough heart to leg out a grounder, let alone trying to reach first on their knees, their brain swelling to the size of a raccoon and blood filling their eyes. As much as I’d like to see it; your Boston Red Sox don’t have the moxie, as they say.
When the benches emptied and players from both teams crowded around the sides of the dieing Chapman, Mays never left the mound. He just stood there tugging on his jock, wondering what he was going to do next Saturday night, with Sunday off and all. Even though he got traded to The Yankees, Mays would have been a perfect fit with today’s Red Sox.
Oh, yes I do. It was somewhere in the 6th inning last night, as the Orioles were chalking up 5 runs. I was wishing this was National League and Aaron Cook had to bat against Carl Mays in the next inning. Of course Mays would be 111 years old this November if he were still alive, so I’m thinking his bean ball wouldn’t still have the cheese, as Dennis Eckersley might say….
I think what I liked best about Mays is that he was one of these phony baloney pious types that refused to play on Sunday, but also threw at any batter that dared to crowd the plate. When Mays was with the Red Sox, Ty Cobb threw his bat Mays because he was sick of getting hit with pitches. True to form, May hit Cobb with the very next pitch.
When Chapman got hit with Mays’ killer fastball, he fell twice trying to reach first base. I can’t actually see anyone on this current bloated Red Sox line-up with enough heart to leg out a grounder, let alone trying to reach first on their knees, their brain swelling to the size of a raccoon and blood filling their eyes. As much as I’d like to see it; your Boston Red Sox don’t have the moxie, as they say.
When the benches emptied and players from both teams crowded around the sides of the dieing Chapman, Mays never left the mound. He just stood there tugging on his jock, wondering what he was going to do next Saturday night, with Sunday off and all. Even though he got traded to The Yankees, Mays would have been a perfect fit with today’s Red Sox.
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