“Cap” Anson’s Age, by Richard L. Cary, Jr. (Hyder Ali)

This piece was written by one Richard Leander Cary, Jr., a well-known Chicago sportswriter who wrote principally about horse racing. Cary chose to scribble his musings under the name of an Indian warrior and long-ago Sultan of Mysore, Hyder Ali. And though Cary wasn’t usually much of a baseball writer, Cap Anson apparently caught his eye, and the piece below was published May 1, 1897, in Anson’s twenty-seventh major league season.

It is said that Anson responded to this poem (or, perhaps, to some other complaint about his age) by appearing in a game wearing a gray wig and a waist-long beard. It is also said that he knocked in the winning run of that contest.

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How old is Anson? Ask the stars
That glisten in the hair of Night
When day has drawn her golden bars
To shut the sunbeams from our sight;
The stars were present at his birth —
Were first to welcome him to earth.

How old is Anson? Ask the sun.
That’s seen him play a million times
Where silver rivers laughing run;
And in the tropics’ swelting climes
The sphinx has seen him play baseball
And heard him kick — but that is all.

How old is Anson? Rumor states
He played the game in Paradise,
Where Adam owned his vast estates —
But then such rumors “cut no ice,”
For rumors are but dying lies
That drift about beneath the skies.

How old is Anson? When the ark
First found once more a resting place
Old Noah, groping in the dark,
Discovered Anson on first base —
The grand old man had held it down
In spite of floods that came to drown.

How old is Anson? No one knows!
I saw him playing when a kid,
When I was wearing still short clothes,
And so my father’s father did;
The oldest veterans of them all,
As kids, saw Anson play ball.

Quote of the day

Baseball is for every boy a good, wholesome sport. It brings him out of the close confinement of the schoolroom. It takes the stoop from his shoulders and puts hard, honest muscle all over his frame. It rests his eyes, strengthens his lungs, and teaches him self-reliance and courage. Every mother ought to rejoice when her boy says he is on the school or college nine.

~Walter Camp, 1889

Walter Camp, 1910 (Yale University Manuscripts & Archives Digital Images Database / public domain)

This day in baseball: Reilly repeats hitting for the cycle

On September 19, 1883 at the Bank Street Grounds, the Red Stockings’ John Reilly completed his second cycle in eight days as Cincinnati beat Philadelphia, 12-3, at the Bank Street Grounds. The previous week, the 24-year-old first baseman collected three singles, a double, a triple, and a homer in a 27-5 rout of Pittsburgh Alleghenys.

John Reilly (Library of Congress / public domain)

Why We Love Baseball, by Joe Posnanski

Joe Posnanski wrote for the Kansas City Star throughout my teenage years. In retrospect, I have come to realize that he is a big part of the reason that I became a Royals fan. Because during those years, the Royals were bad. Like, really bad. All the other kids at my middle school and high school would not be caught dead wearing Royals gear, that’s how embarrassing this baseball team was during those years.

Every weekend, my dad would buy the Sunday edition of the Kansas City Star. And every Sunday, I would snag the sports section out of that bulky stack of newspaper and spread out on the floor to read anything that looked even mildly interesting.

It was not long before I became a regular reader of Joe Posnanski’s columns, because this man can write. And he wrote about the Kansas City Royals in a way that I just could not help but love the team, no matter how badly they played. So when my parents gifted me a copy of Why We Love Baseball this past Christmas, I knew I was in for a treat.

The book is subtitled A History in 50 Moments, and the combination of the two titles sum up the book quite aptly. Posnanski writes about fifty moments over the course of the history of the game that demonstrate exactly why we love baseball so much. From Babe Ruth to Shohei Ohtani, from Shoeless Joe to Cal Ripken, Jr., this book curates the greatest moments and retells the stories behind them in a truly captivating style.

But the book doesn’t stop at just those fifty moments. As a bonus, Posnanski throws in multiple collections of five shorter stories. For example, “Five Barehanded Plays” or “Five Catches” or “Five Blunders.” And just before revealing the number one moment in the book, there is “A Moment for Every Team,” that way every fan can find something they can enjoy, regardless of which MLB team they might root for.

And that, I think, is the true value that this book presents: it is a book that any baseball fan can find pleasure in. I also love the fact that this book does not have to be read continuously to be understood. It is essentially a collection of short stories, and, as such, it can be picked up at one’s leisure, anytime the reader is in the mood for a little baseball.

And in the same way Posnanski made me fall in love with the Royals, this book will make any reader fall in love with baseball all over again.

Willie Keeler

Willie Keeler with the New York Highlanders, c. 1903 (public domain / Wikimedia Commons)

William Henry O’Kelleher Jr. (he would later Americanize the name to Keeler) was born in Brooklyn, New York on March 3, 1872. His father, William O’Kelleher Sr., worked as a trolley switch man. Willie Keeler began playing baseball at a young age, and was so good that he was named captain of his high school team as a freshman. His high school career was short-lived, however, as he quit school the following year and went on to play semiprofessional baseball in the New York City area.

After a couple of seasons with the Plainfield Crescent Cities of the Central New Jersey League, Keeler joined the minor league team in Binghamton, New York. He was called up to the New York Giants at the end of the season at the age of 20 years old. Standing only 5-foot-4 and weighing a mere 140 pounds, Keeler was one of the smallest players ever in major league baseball, earning him the nickname “Wee Willie.” Despite his stature, Keeler would establish himself as one of the greatest contact hitters of all time, being notoriously difficult to strike out. His motto at the plate was, “Keep your eye on the ball and hit ‘em where they ain’t.”

Keeler compiled a .341 career batting average, hitting over .300 sixteen times in nineteen seasons, and he hit over .400 once. His best season came in 1897 with the Orioles, when he hit .424 and led the National League with 239 hits in only 129 games. Keeler also started the season with a 44-game hitting streak, beating the previous record of 42. His new mark stood for 44 years before being broken by Joe DiMaggio in 1941.

Keeler twice led his league in batting average and three times in hits. He hit an astounding 206 singles during the 1898 season, a record that stood for more than 100 years. Additionally, Keeler had an on-base percentage of greater than .400 for seven straight seasons, and when Keeler retired in 1910, he was third all-time in hits with 2,932, behind only Cap Anson and Jake Beckley.

Keeler was also a force on the base paths, totaling 495 career stolen bases. Of his 33 career long balls, 30 of them were inside-the-park home runs.

Keeler passed away on January 1, 1923 at the age of 50. He was elected to the Hall of Fame in 1939.

Chicken Wolf

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Jimmy “Chicken” Wolf, 1887 (public domain)

William Van Winkle “Jimmy” Wolf was born on May 12, 1862 in Louisville, Kentucky. He was the only player to appear in the American Association in all ten seasons of its existence. All ten of Wolf’s AA seasons were played for his hometown team, first known as the Louisville Eclipse in 1891, then known as the Louisville Colonels from 1882 to 1891. Wolf set a number of career American Association records: most games played (1,195), total bases (1,921), hits (1,438), doubles (214), and triples (109). 

When the American Association folded, Wolf went on to play for the St. Louis Browns of the National League in 1892, which ended up being his last season in the majors. He played in just three games for the Browns before being let go. He would then play in the minor leagues until 1894, before retiring from baseball.

To Wolf’s family growing up, he was known as “Willie.” The nickname “Chicken” was supposedly given to him by Eclipse teammate, Pete Browning. According to the story, the Eclipse manager instructed the team to eat lightly before a game, but Wolf succumbed to his appetite and stuffed himself on stewed chicken. He then played poorly in the game, committing several errors. Pete Browning made a connection between the stewed chicken and Wolf’s lackluster play and hung the nickname “Chicken” on him. The name caught on with his teammates and the local press. 

About halfway through his professional career, Wolf then became known as “Jimmy” Wolf in the Louisville newspapers. However, the origin or reason for this change remains unknown.

Following the end of his playing career, Wolf returned to Louisville, and in 1894, he joined the Louisville Fire Department. Five years into his firefighting career, while rushing to the scene of a fire, Wolf’s engine collided with a pushcart, and Wolf suffered a serious head injury in the accident. Wolf was declared “mentally unbalanced” and, in 1901, spent time in the Central Asylum for the Insane outside Louisville. Wolf died on May 16, 1903 at City Hospital in Louisville. William Van Winkle Wolf was laid to rest in Louisville’s Cave Hill Cemetery.

This day in baseball: Cunningham’s wild pitch record

In a Players’ League game between the Buffalo Bison and the Chicago Pirates on September 15, 1890, Bison pitcher Bert Cunningham threw five wild pitches in the first inning at South Side Park. This performance established a dubious regular-season record, which would later be matched by Cardinals pitcher Rick Ankiel during a 2000 playoff game against the Mets.

Cunningham was nevertheless inducted into the Delaware Sports Museum and Hall of Fame in 1996.

Bert Cunningham with the Louisville Colonels, 1897 (public domain)

This day in baseball: Paul Hines’s unassisted triple play

On May 8, 1878, outfielder Paul Hines of the Providence Grays took part in what was believed to have been the first known unassisted triple play. Playing at home in the Messer Street Grounds against Boston, runners Jack Manning and Ezra Sutton were on third and second base, respectively. With no outs in the inning, Jack Burdock hit a short fly to left field that Hines ran hard to catch for an out, and he ran all the way to third base to get both Manning and Sutton out. Under the rules of the time, if both players had rounded third on the batted ball, by stepping on the bag, Hines got them both out for not tagging up. However, there is some debate as to whether or not Sutton actually rounded third on the play.

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Paul Hines with the Washington Nationals, 1887 (public domain)