BASEBALL: the OLD DAYS (Originally Published July 1977)
BASEBALL: THE OLD DAYS (Originally published July 1977) A recent article in Sports Illustrated on Roger Marris brought back memories of baseball—the baseball that once was played more than fifty years ago. In 1961, Marris broke the old Babe Ruth record and, with Mantle batting behind him in the clean-up spot, made up half of the combination the Home Run Twins, which belted out a total of 115 homers that season. Marris' career in the lime-light was relatively short lived as compared to heroes like Ruth and DiMaggio, who preceded him and Mantle who outlasted him. But Marris and Mantle weren't even born fifty years ago. My own baseball heroes were guys you never heard of, like "Deadpan" Bob Dowie, "Oyster Joe" Martina and Ollie Tucker. They used to play for the New Orleans Pelicans back in the 1920s, and they played in old Alex Heinemann’s ballpark on the corner of Tulane and Carrollton Avenues next to the railroad tracks and the New Basin Canal where the Fontainebleau Hotel now stands. Alex was a crusty, cigar-smoking, elderly bachelor, a supposedly philanthropic gent who loved all children. He was especially fond of young boys wearing tight britches. After Alex died, they changed the name of his park to Pelican Stadium. Anyway, in those days, unless you lived in one of the eleven major league cities, the real baseball heroes were those in your hometown, playing in a league like the old Class AA Southern Association or, over here in Georgia, the Sally League. Sure, we kept up with the majors and knew about the Indians and Senators, and about John McGraw's Giants or Connie Mack's Athletics, and the big stars like Tris Speaker, Ty Cobb, Babe Ruth, Walter "Big Train" Johnson, "Dizzy" Vance and Hank De Berry, but they were just sport page names of teams and players we read about but never saw unless they happened to come through town for a preseason exhibition with the local club.
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