Saturday, December 28, 2013

More Than a Game

People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. 
I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring. 
– Rogers Hornsby

A few years ago, I found an old, broken, worn-out Little League baseball bat in the corner of an antique shop. The bat is a late 1940s or early 1950s Louisville Slugger 125J, Little League model, with a Babe Ruth decal.  The bat had been badly broken, split along the grain, but the break had been carefully repaired. The first repair was probably done with black electrician’s tape judging by the tape residue still on the bat. The second repair was done by tightly wrapping the broken area with steel wire. To say that the bat spoke to me is to use a well-worn cliché, but it spoke to me.





“Label up! Hold the bat with the label up!” Most kids who learned to play baseball in the era before aluminum bats can remember those instructions shouted at them as they hefted the bat at home plate and looked toward the pitcher. The bat in their hands would have been made from ash or oak, and the “label” was more than likely not actually a paper label or decal, but a manufacturer’s trademark branded into the wood. The child knew what the instructions meant, even if he didn’t know why; the maker’s name and emblem should be facing up.

Here’s a picture of the “label” on the Babe Ruth bat, and below it is an example of how it would have looked when it was new:



Before the mid-nineteenth century, baseball players were expected to provide their own bats, and many sizes and shapes of bats were in use. As the game became more organized, rules were imposed to limit the bat diameter and length, although the shapes varied, including some bats with flat hitting surfaces. Bats with rounded barrels soon became the norm, but no matter what the size or shape, wooden bats were still subject to being broken during the course of a ballgame.

The contact between a pitched ball and the bat is an exceptionally violent collision, and occasionally a wooden bat breaks at the moment of impact––usually splitting along the grain of the wood. The best safeguards against breaking a bat are the choice of a strong, close-grained wood for its construction and striking the ball with the edge of the wood's grain rather than the side of the grain. The manufacturers of wooden bats place their trademarks or labels with the alignment of the wood grain in mind; if the label is facing up, the edge of the grain is toward the incoming ball. (1)

The history of Louisville Slugger baseball bats begins with a broken bat. In 1884 Pete Browning, the star player for the Louisville Eclipse baseball team, broke his favorite bat during a game, and Bud Hillerich, the son of a local woodworker, offered to make him a new one. Bud’s father, J. F. Hillerich, owned a shop that produced stair railings, porch columns, and butter churns. Using his father's shop, seventeen-year-old Bud turned a new bat for Mr. Browning, who proceeded to get three hits with it the next day. 

Young Hillerich persuaded his father to add baseball bats to their product line, and they trademarked the name “Louisville Slugger” in 1894. While there have been other manufacturers of wooden baseball bats, the Louisville Slugger has been the best-known wooden baseball bat for well over a century. Frank Bradsby became a partner in the business in 1916, and the firm’s name was changed to The Hillerich and Bradsby Company. By 1923, the company was the largest manufacturer of baseball bats and over the years, baseball legends like Honus Wagner, Rogers Hornsby, Babe Ruth, Lou Gehrig, Jackie Robinson, Ted Williams, Hank Aaron, and Derek Jeter have all swung Louisville Sluggers. 

Broken baseball bats are only useful as kindling for a fire and are usually discarded. However, as with most things, necessity sometimes trumps convenience––and that was the case with our 125J Louisville Slugger.  

One can envision the events unfolding as a dejected child held a broken bat that had seen many days of hard play on the baseball diamond.  The evidence clearly shows an attempted mending with black tape, possibly performed by the child, and a later wound-wire repair likely done by a father, an uncle, or an older friend.



 

The story this bat tells is one about the time and effort spent to repair it and to convince a child that it was still usable and that a new bat was simply out of reach––at least for the time being; it puts us in a precise moment of generosity and affection as well as sharing lessons of perseverance, problem-solving, and frugality. 


The wear on this bat demonstrates that it was used for a considerable amount of time after the repair was completed. One can imagine the emotions of the child changing from those of distress to grudging acceptance and perhaps even to a smile of delight as the bat went back into play and the game went on.

A Louisville 125J, with the Babe Ruth decal in very excellent condition is apparently worth several hundred dollars to collectors. I get that, but I'd rather have this bat––it tells a better story.

“Use it up – wear it out – make it do” is an old adage that we don’t hear or observe much anymore, at least not in the more prosperous parts of the world, but it’s a good lesson to keep in mind––if you want to win the big game. 






Link to the history of the Louisville Slugger:
http://slugger.com/story/history.html
Link to video about The Hillerich and Bradsby Company:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jroExgSSjzo
Link to Rogers Hornsby bio, National Baseball Hall of Fame:
Link to Babe Ruth bio, National Baseball Hall of Fame:
  1. To understand the physics behind the impact between the baseball and the wooden bat, hold a deck of playing cards in your hand and strike a surface with the flat of the cards and notice how the deck flexes and bends.  Now strike with the edge of the deck and notice how differently the cards react. The individual cards represent the grain of the wood, and in this position, much more force is transmitted into the blow. Not only will more force be transmitted to the baseball, but the possibility that the bat will flex and break will be greatly diminished.
Personal note:  
My great-uncle, Texas Grey Burleson, was eight years older than Rogers Hornsby. They both grew up on the Blackland Prairie of Texas in a large bend of the Colorado River known as Hornsby Bend, just east of Austin. Rogers Hornsby went on to great fame as a professional baseball player in the years between 1915 and 1937. As the family legend goes, Uncle Grey was also a very good baseball player, and he also wanted to leave home to play baseball, but was told by his father that baseball was only a game for children.  He soon left home for work as a cowboy in Wyoming, where he married our Aunt Ollie and where they had a wonderful life together.

Rogers Hornsby is buried in his family's cemetery at Hornsby Bend, Texas. Texas Grey Burleson, a favorite fellow in our family, is buried alongside Ollie Burleson, in Buffalo, Wyoming.



Friday, July 19, 2013

Lone Ranger Rides Again – a story about a ranger and his bear, as told/sold on eBay Dec. 2008

A copy of my eBay description for an item I sold online in 2008 follows: I am putting the story up on the blog just for fun.  The Lone Ranger and his fuzzy bear are long gone to a new home, so don't send emails offering me large sums of money for him.  I apologize for the images.  These were photographed long ago and had to be resurrected by the magic of computer technology from an old Word document where they were low-resolution files in a rich text format, which was, in reality, not so rich.





Okay, at first glance, you might think, "Hey, The Lone Ranger is Riding a Bear!"  You would be correct, but that's not the whole story...

I know you can still hear the stirring music from the radio or the black-and-white TV and the announcer saying, "... the daring and resourceful masked rider of the plains led the fight for law and order in the early West. Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear... The Lone Ranger Rides Again!" (Remember the word resourceful.)


Just before the scene opens, the Lone Ranger is sitting astride his fiery horse, Silver, awaiting the return of his trusty Indian (PC apologies) companion, Tonto.  Tonto had ridden into town with orders to skulk around looking for bad guys who were rumored to be planning a hostile takeover of the local home mortgage lender.

As you will recall, Silver was a "fiery" horse and, with the speed of light and in a cloud of dust, Silver made a quick crow-hop to avoid an empty peanut butter jar thrown out of a covered wagon, leaving the Lone Ranger "sittin' on nothin', way up in the air," as the old cowboy song goes.

Well, LR landed pretty hard and realized the jarring thump had stirred his bladder, and he really needed to wet down the dust of the West. 

So... modestly facing an arroyo wall, pistols in hand just in case, he was heeding the call when a black bear came around the corner and thought he looked just like a river salmon!



Lone detected the bear's approach, and with lightning reflexes honed by years of trying to keep his white ranger suit clean in the dusty, dusty Wild West, he turned to face his foe, pistols still in hand.



The bear turned right around, thinking, "Whoa! A man with a mask? What's up with that? Halloween was months ago!  How does he keep that suit so clean? And how did he zip up with a pistol in each hand?"  

While the bear was preoccupied with these "bearzarre" thoughts, LR got the drop on him and hopped (no, not HOPPY -- that's another western––stay with us) on the bear's back, and rode him to a stand-still!




As he sat on the bear, several thoughts went through the Ranger's head.  The first was, "Where the heck is Silver?" The second thought was, "Wow, this furry seat is really comfy on my butt!" The third was, "As a matter of managerial protocol, should I be sitting lower than my trusty companion, Tonto, on his pony, Paint?"  After brief consideration, he shrugged and muttered to himself, "Oh, well, we can catch a prairie dog for Tonto to ride as soon as he gets back from town." 

"A fuzzy bear with the speed of grandma, a few small puffs of dust, and a hearty Hi-Yo, Fuzzy! The Lone Ranger!  With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto (riding Little Sparky), the daring and resourceful masked rider of the plains...  The Lone Ranger rides again!"

Tune in again next week, but until then, this small plastic Lone Ranger figure and plastic bear will be up for grabs.  LR is 2 & 1/2" tall and 2" wide.  Condition is good, with some light wear from play.  Fuzzy is 2" long and in similar condition. He has "Made in Hong Kong" branded on his belly.  How he got out west, I'll never know. They have been riding together on my bookcase for about 20 years.

Good Luck!

The thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
–– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow