Showing posts with label Negro Leagues. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Negro Leagues. Show all posts

Monday, March 16, 2009

Baseball Place No. 30: Negro League fields; Alernative place No. 30A: Negro League salutes at Tiger Stadium and Comerica Park



There aren’t many tangible links to the Negro Leagues remaining.

Josh Pahigian takes us to Pittsburgh for some traces of history as spot No. 30 in his “101 Baseball Places to Visit Before You Strike Out.”

But it sounds like anybody making the trip would be disappointed.

There just isn’t much left of the places where Josh Gibson, Cool Papa Bell and Oscar Charleston called home.

West Field in Munhall is dilapidated, but is the most intact, with bleachers, dugouts and locker rooms remaining.

There’s a plaque commemorating Gibson where Ammon Field once stood, and another marking the Crawfords is in front of the Crawford Grill, which has stood since the 1920s and was popular with black musicians and ballplayers.

I’ve never been to a Negro League game, and never sought out any of these plaques. But I have seen people play baseball in Negro League uniforms.

That brings us to:

Alternate place No. 30A: Salutes to Negro Leagues at Tiger Stadium and Comerica Park.

Tigers closer Mike Henneman

I love it when the Tigers don the uniforms of the Detroit Stars. I’ve three games where the team saluted the Negro Leagues, twice against the Royals wearing Kansas City Monarchs uniforms, and once against the Reds reborn as the Cincinnati Buckeyes.
Travis Fryman and Sparky Anderson show off their Detroit Stars uniforms.

The game on July 8, 1995 stands out, and it’s a little embarrassing. Here’s a tale from the archives.

We were excited because some of the Negro League stars would be on hand to sign autographs. Historic uniforms and free autographs – that’s all good. I have a lot of respect for these players.

I never will be able to imagine how frustrating and hurtful it must have been to be prevented from playing in the Major Leagues because of their race.

Wally Joyner looked sharp as a member of the Kansas City Monarchs.

Will and I arrived early and hopped on the line where Ted “Double Duty” Radcliffe, Lester Lockett and Dennis Biddle were signing; all were in good spirits and sharing stories about their playing days.

There was a woman sitting behind the table, too. Some people were asking for her autograph, which I thought was strange. I didn’t know if she was a player’s wife or an assistant. We made polite small talk while waiting my turn to pass a ball to the next player.

Signatures secured, we slipped down to the field to watch batting practice and snap some photos of the players in their Negro League uniforms.

I miss Tiger Stadium. What a great plce to see a game.

One of things I enjoyed most about old Tiger Stadium was that you could get right down near the field.

Before long, “Double Duty” then 93, was brought on to the field for some television interviews.

Ted "Double Duty" Radcliffe was 93 at the time.

Before the game, the Tigers brought each of the Negro Leaguers out on the field, and I noticed the woman walked out with the rest.

The Tigers announcer introduced her as Mamie “Peanut” Johnson, one of three women to play in the Negro Leagues in the 1950s.

Will looked over and said “Oops!”I was deeply embarrassed, exposed as both ignorant and sexist in one swoop.

Later I did the research. Johnson -- a right-handed pitcher -- and teammates Toni Stone and Connie Morgan played for the Indianapolis Clowns. Johnson posted a 33-8 record and credits Satchel Paige with helping her with her curve ball.

She was called "Peanut" after Monarchs third baseman Hank Bayliss came to bat against her and called out “You're nothing but a peanut!” Johnson struck him out and the name stuck.

Remember that scene in “A League of Their Own” when the black woman picks up and overthrown ball and whips it back on to the field? That’s a tribute to Johnson, who was turned away from a tryout when All American Girls Professional Baseball League would not allow black women to play in the all-white league.

Johnson taught me a lesson that day, and she’s still teaching, speaking about Negro League history around the country.The other players I met that day also have interesting stories.

Radcliffe got his nickname in the 1932 Negro League World Series, when he caught Paige in the first game of a doubleheader, then pitched a shutout in the second game.

Biddle, who pitched for the Chicago American Giants, tied Bob Feller’s record of winning five games as a 17-year-old in 1953, turned 18 and won 10 more. He injured his arm and was out of the game by 19. Today he is an executive with the Helmar Brewing Company.

Lockett played during the 1930s and 1940s with the Birmingham Black Barons, Philadelphia Stars, Cincinnati Clowns, Chicago American Giants and the Baltimore Elite Giants, hitting more than .400 twice.

I humbly apologize to Mrs. Johnson, and if I ever have the opportunity I’d be honored to have her sign my Negro leagues ball.

Sunday, February 08, 2009

Baseball Place No. 3: The Negro Leagues Baseball Museum


It was just a coincidence that, while on an assignment in Kansas City, my interviews were wrapped up with just enough time for a little side trip.

And our timing could not have been better.

Josh Pahigian’s stop No. 3 in his “101 Baseball Places to See Before You Strike Out” is the Negro Leagues Baseball Museum, which is connected to a jazz museum, another near place to visit.

What made our visit even more special was a chance encounter with Buck O’Neil.

This was in 2006, and days before the Baseball Hall of Fame announced it would be enshrining a large group of Negro League players, managers and owners.

It was widely believed that O’Neil, a 94-year-old gentleman and great baseball ambassador, would be among those selected.

He was a frequent visitor to the Negro League museum, and on this day he was to be interviewed about the selection.

Our story about that day is here


And days later we learned that 16 people were picked, but O’Neil fell one vote short. It was a sign of his graciousness that he was on hand in Cooperstown to help induct those people.

We lost Buck O’Neil on Oct. 6 of that year. It was an honor to meet him.

The Negro Leagues and Jazz Museum is located in an historical district with renovated shops and theaters.