Harry Frazee

by Michael Ceraolo

I was the first owner who wasn’t handpicked by Johnson,
and I was the first owner to remind him
that he worked for us, not the other way around
Two strikes against me
Most of the transactions I made
were not thought of poorly at the time;
it is only in retrospect that some look bad
And even among these I wasn’t always to blame:
it was years after I sold the team
that one of the players we acquired
in one of the so-called bad moves, Lefty O’Doul,
was sent elsewhere and became a quality player
Even selling the Babe was defensible:
we finished sixth in the standings and fifth in attendance
even with him; he wanted more money,
and it’s extremely doubtful
he would have become in Boston what he became in New York
And I sold the team to Bob Quinn in 1923,
so their finishing last seven of the next eight years
wasn’t my responsibility: remember,
there were no farm systems back then
Every year you had to acquire some new players
in order to improve your team;
if Quinn didn’t have the wherewithal
to do the job, that was on him,
not on me or any supposed curse
But Quinn was a baseball guy, not a theater guy,
and so he escaped the blame from sportswriters
Strike three against me:
having my baseball reputation in the hands of sportswriters
No one should ever have his reputation in such hands

Life Lessons for a Cleveland Fan

Memoir by Stan Klein

growing up in a city with a marginally competitive baseball team prepares one for life.

finances are always a problem, a constant lack of supportive friends, and a lifetime of consistent doubt.

the team can never afford the ideal of standard stars, so they have rosters full of talented problem players or those with curious issues with daily living, along with the majority of eager faces with spotty talent, filled in with aged players hoping to qualify for a pension.

mostly people like the ones you will end up working with in your day-to-day existence.

the experience gives you keys to understanding and eventually finding a humorous acceptance of disappointment.

have your championships, give me more vern fullers, duke simms, and joe charboneaus. no wins just smiles at our own shortcomings.

 

Stan Klein is an artist, gallery director, and former Little League umpire.

Mel Ott

by Michael Ceraolo

During my playing days I was noted
for my unusual batting stance and hitting home runs,
but now I think I’m mostly known
as the object of Durocher’s derisive remark
about where being a nice guy gets you
Though I didn’t have the success as a manager that he did,
the suggestion that being a nice guy
means you can’t be competitive or successful
is too ridiculous to even discuss,
something only Durocher could have come up with
I don’t see how my playing record
could have been improved by a nasty disposition

Thoughts on Updike’s ‘Hub Fans Bid Kid Adieu’ After 60 Long Years

by Matt Lindon

Ted Williams despised Yankee Stadium
The size and shadows persist
Built on a glacial wetland
Underlined by polished schist

So the outfield was sub-irrigated
Into a slow and swampy sod
Naturally moist and ever green
On which Mickey Mantle plod

All the people sitting around Updike
at Ted’s final home win
In the moist autumn wetland ballpark
In Boston’s Post-Cambrian Fens

The chain-smoking Boston babes, the B.C. humor
The insecure insouciance of the Harvard freshmen
Knowing all, knowing nothing
A place we all have been.

But the Ted hypotheticals are a little thin:
What if Mickey Mantle was healthy
and didn’t drink like a fish
or if DiMaggio was not so wealthy.

The tired timeless comparisons
with Ty Cobb and Shoeless Joe Jackson
A game played at glacial pace.
Another era. Another eon.