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Remembering the feisty Earl of Baltimore

3/26/2025

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He charged at umpires like a banty rooster, was foul-mouthed and had a raspy voice that grated like sandpaper thanks to years of chain-smoking cigarettes and hard drinking. But Earl Weaver was a winner who battled on every pitch, a driving force as manager of the Baltimore Orioles for 17 seasons.

He feuded with some of his players, trashed umpires and tapped their chests with the bill of his cap so many times that he was later forced to turn it around when arguing his case. He was ejected from 96 games, was the first manager in in 34 years to be tossed from a World Series game and was sent to the showers in both games of a doubleheader — twice.

The Earl of Baltimore was a feisty manager and a throwback, a contemporary of Billy Martin and a managerial descendant of Leo Durocher. No argument was too insignificant for Weaver if he believed his team had been wronged. He would kick dirt on home plate or rip up a rule book in front of an umpire, or mockingly pantomiming himself throwing out Don Denkinger, a move that was captured in a classic photograph. A video of Weaver jousting with first base umpire Bill Haller in 1980 remains a favorite on YouTube.
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Entertaining stuff.

Weaver is the subject of a superb biography by writer and former Orioles scout John W. Miller. In The Last Manager: How Earl Weaver Tricked, Tormented, and Reinvented Baseball (Avid Reader Press; hardback; $30; 353 pages), Miller’s debut biography does not sugarcoat Weaver’s flaws, providing a fascinating look at the manager’s Hall of Fame career.

As the only manager to last with one team during the 1970s, Weaver reigned supreme, Miller writes. It was a time when baseball managers “were American royalty and powerful operators within the game, sometimes bigger stars than their players.”

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Certainly, the Orioles had their share of superstars — Frank Robinson, Brooks Robinson, Jim Palmer and Cal Ripken Jr. come to mind — but Weaver was the spark that ignited Baltimore to six American League East titles, four World Series berths and a world title during his tenure. He was inducted into the National Baseball Hall of Fame in 1996, at the time only the 13th skipper to be enshrined.
Weaver sought pitchers who threw strikes, hitters who had a high on-base percentage — a walk was as good as a hit — and teams that played tight defense.

Miller, who wrote Weaver’s obituary for The Wall Street Journal in January 2013, has also written for Time magazine, NPR and The Baltimore Sun. He was also a contributing writer at America Magazine, and in October 2024 became the head baseball coach at Allderdice High School in Pittsburgh.

“He was a manager at a time when baseball managers were cultural icons in America,” Miller said on AMDG: A Jesuit Podcast. “He kind of stood for this archetype of the manager as this folk hero, who was part philosopher, part general and part clown.”

Weaver’s theatrics were comparable to fights in the NHL or the soap opera that is professional wrestling, but he truly had a burning desire to win.
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Between 1968 and 1982 — not counting the strike seasons of 1972 and 1981 — Weaver’s teams won 90 or more games 11 times and averaged 97, Miller writes. The Orioles won three straight American League pennants from 1969 to 1971 and topped 100 victories five times — including back-to-back 109- and 108-win seasons in 1969-70.
George Weigel, who wrote a biography of Pope John Paul II, told Miller that listening to Earl Weaver talk about baseball was like “listening to Homer recite The Iliad.”

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Earl Weaver always made his point to umpires. (National Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum)
Weaver had already published a pair of memoirs — his 1972 book, Winning! and 1982’s It’s What You Learn After You Know It All That Counts — and a book he co-wrote with longtime sportswriter Terry Pluto about baseball strategy. So Miller decided he did not want a rehash.

“Journalism is stuff you can’t Google,” Miller said in the podcast.

Miller approached Weaver’s life by delving into archives and speaking with members of his family. He spoke with 26 former major league and minor league players from the Orioles and received an email from Palmer. Miller also interviewed three former major league umpires and spoke with team officials, historians, managers, general managers and sportswriters.

Miller picked the brains of more than 200 subjects by the time he was ready to write. He even asked a genealogist to research Weaver’s family tree.

Miller’s starting point for this biography was Weaver’s heartbreaking failure to reach the major leagues. He was a scrappy second baseman in the St. Louis Cardinals’ farm system, and after a strong showing in spring training in early 1952, his chances of sticking with the parent club looked promising. His grit and baseball knowledge drew comparisons to another second baseman, Eddie Stanky.

But unfortunately for Weaver, Stanky became the Cardinals’ player-manager in 1952. When deciding who would occupy the team’s last roster spot, Stanky chose himself over Weaver — a move that devastated the young infielder.
It was a time when Weaver “knocked on the door of his childhood dream and watched the baseball gods crack it open, and then slam it shut like a nightmare,” Miller writes.

WARNING: The following video contains vulgar language.
Weaver’s love for baseball began early, and he confessed that his combativeness was due to the influence of his favorite uncle, Edward “Bud” Borchert, an illegal bookie who roamed the stands at Sportsman’s Park in St. Louis taking bets.

Weaver homered in his first professional at-bat in 1948, helping West Frankfort to a 5-2 victory against Marion in the Class D Illinois State League. He would play in the minors through the 1960 season (although he appeared in one game for Elmira in 1965), but turned to managing in 1956. He would compile an 802-704 record and was tapped to manage the Orioles in 1968 after beginning the season as Baltimore’s first base coach.

He thrived in Baltimore, carving out a 1,480-1,060 regular-season mark.

Weaver had plenty of personality flaws, Miller writes. He used racial slurs while growing up in St. Louis, but later championed Black players like Frank Robinson, Don Buford, Paul Blair and Elrod Hendricks. He had a distant relationship with the three children from his first marriage but did draw closer to them and his grandchildren after retiring from baseball.
PictureEarl Weaver managed in Baltimore for 17 seasons. (MLB.com)
Weaver was a notorious three-pack-a-day smoker and the Orioles’ equipment manager sewed a pocket inside his uniform to hide them from umpires during a game. His drinking got him into trouble, and on at least two occasions he was pulled over by police for suspicion of driving under the influence.

“You would not have wanted him to date your daughter,” Miller writes.

Regardless, on the field Weaver was a tactical genius. He devoured statistics and worked on analytics and situational baseball along before the heyday of Bill James.

“It was important to Weaver to have a player matched up in his mind with every possible game situation,” Miller quotes James from The Bill James Guide to Baseball Managers.

Miller notes that Weaver used his data to great effect in 1977, when the Orioles overachieved with 97 victories. It legitimatized Weaver’s famous mantra that he coined two years later — ballgames were won by “pitching, defense and three-run homers.”

He employed groundskeeper Pat Santarone, nicknamed the “Sodfather,” to tailor the infield at Baltimore’s Memorial Stadium to suit his hitters. He knew that his defense would adapt, and the infield, adapted to the Orioles’ opponents, gave Baltimore an edge. Weaver was also the first manager to use a radar gun to clock the speed of pitches.
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He and Santarone would also talk trash about the “Tomato Wars” they waged, as they grew them and swear their plant was the best. During the 1980s they would develop and market a fertilizer called “Earl ’n Pat’s Tomato Food,” Miller writes.

​Miller quotes some of Weaver’s best lines through the years. “If you don’t get the ball over the plate, the batters will keep walking around and stepping on it,” the manager would say.

Weaver enjoyed “playing the Socratic gadfly,” Miller writes.

When Pat Kelly told his manager that he should “walk with the Lord,” Weaver snapped back that “I’d rather you walk with the bases loaded.”

Another time, Weaver told Kelly that “We better not be counting on God. I ain’t got no stats on God.”

“I’d like to read your rule book,” Weaver screamed at Triple-A umpire Paul Nicolai while managing for Rochester in 1967.

“You can’t read,” the umpire retorted.

“Not your book,” Weaver countered. “It’s in Braille.”

Weaver hated the nicknames “Mickey Rooney” or “Toulouse-Lautrec,” because it emphasized his short stature.

Miller recounts the story of a woman singing the national anthem and Weaver asking umpire Dale Ford, “How many calls are you gonna screw up tonight?”

“Rooney, it don’t matter, cuz when this fat lady’s done, you are too,” Ford said.

And then there was the Sept. 17, 1980, game when Weaver and Haller butted heads. Haller called Orioles starter Mike Flanagan for a balk in the top of the first inning, and the fireworks began. The umpire proved to be equally adept at using profane language as the two adversaries sparred.

Haller had agreed to wear a microphone for WDVM PM Magazine, a news show that the Washington, D.C., television station aired. The station was doing a segment about umpires’ pregame routines, but the camera crew got more than they bargained for.

“The first thing I said was, ‘Haller, you’re only in here to cheat us,’ only I didn’t say ‘cheat.’” Weaver told reporters after the game.

“Boiling Earl,” was the caption in the Sept. 19, 1980, edition of The Richmond Times-Dispatch that showed Weaver pointing at Haller.

The Baltimore Evening Sun published a transcript that was also sanitized, but the video is vulgar in every sense of the word.

“They threw us out of the stadium,” cameraman Rick Armstrong told Miller. “We drive back and our mouths are wide open. It’s the craziest thing you’ve ever seen.

“They cut that with beep after beep. He put on a hell of a show.”

Weaver always fought for his team, and his players were loyal to him because of that, Miller writes. He battled with Palmer and Rick Dempsey, but to a man, players managed by Weaver said he was passionate about winning and never held a grudge.

It did not matter that he had a drinking problem, Miller writes.

“How could this work for so long? How could the Orioles play so hard for a turbulent, messy boss?” he writes. “It’s a fascinating question that gets to the heart of Earl Weaver’s success, our complicated natures, and the nature of leadership.”

Weaver prepared his players during spring training, never imposed curfews or criticized players behind their backs, Miller writes. He also enjoyed confronting players, believing that players would better respond to pressure during game situations.

“If you couldn’t handle him, he didn’t want you up with the bases loaded in the bottom of the ninth,” Doug DeCinces said.

Weaver’s career was a pivot point in baseball history, Miller writes. “He entered the old-time baseball world and, when he left, the game was modern.”

“He was more intense than any manager I ever had in spring training,” Ken Singleton told Miller in an interview.

“Earl had everything,” former Orioles general manager Frank Cashen said. “He drank his brains out. But he was an (expletive) genius.”
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Miller has crafted an absorbing and revealing look at one of baseball’s greatest managers. His thorough research and detailed interviews make The Last Manager a fascinating read.
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Upper Deck wants to add defendant in theft claim against ex-redemption manager

3/26/2025

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Here's a story I wrote for Sports Collectors Daily updating a civil lawsuit filed by Upper Deck against a former employee accused of stealing thousands of dollars worth of cards from the company's redemption center in North Carolina:

​www.sportscollectorsdaily.com/upper-deck-seeks-to-add-defendant-in-theft-claim-against-former-redemption-manager/
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Wayne Gretzky's captain's logo jersey headed to auction

3/24/2025

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Here's a story I wrote for Sports Collectors Daily about a jersey worn by Wayne Gretzky during his three-game tenure as captain for the New York Rangers in 1998.

www.sportscollectorsdaily.com/wayne-gretzky-jersey-captains-part-of-grey-flannel-auction-in-may/​
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Dick's Sporting Goods wins auction for Skenes 1/1 MLB Debut Patch Auto card

3/21/2025

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Here's a story I wrote for Sports Collectors Daily, a follow-up to the Paul Skenes 2024 Topps Chrome Update 1/1 MLB Debut Patch autograph card that sold for $1.11 million on March 20. The winning bidder was Dick's Sporting Goods:

​www.sportscollectorsdaily.com/dicks-sporting-goods-announces-it-had-winning-bid-for-paul-skenes-1-1-debut-patch-autograph-card/
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Ushering in a unique view of Tropicana Field

3/14/2025

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​They are the workers who scan your tickets, guide you to your seats and make a professional sporting event a fun experience.

But to Bruce Reynolds, working as a fan host at Tropicana Field has never been a job. He is having too much fun.
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Reynolds, 73, gives readers an inside look at the quirky dome in St. Petersburg, Florida, throwing in interesting stories, a puckish sense of humor and an endless barrage of corny jokes that are nevertheless endearing.
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There Is No Place Like Dome: A Fan Host's Unofficial View from the Top of the Trop to the Stands with the Fans (St. Petersburg Press; paperback; $19.95; 169 pages) is a look at the Trop from Reynolds’ perspectives from his posts in Sections 116 and 118. He has been a fan host with his wife, Jeanette, since 2008, but is not working in Tampa this year as the Rays are playing their 2025 home games at George M. Steinbrenner Field. That temporary move was necessitated by Hurricane Milton, which severely damaged the Tropicana Field roof when it roared through the Tampa Bay area in October 2024.

Reynolds’ book is timely, since on March 13 the Rays backed out of a deal for a new stadium. The city of St. Petersburg has plans to restore Tropicana Field in time for the 2026 season. 

Fans are generally more interested in what is going on during the game, and many do not pay attention to the ushers in the stands. But fan hosts do play a crucial role in keeping order, and Reynolds has added several twists through the years to make his presence memorable to fans.

“I really have no impact on what takes place on the field, but I have a lot to do with a fan’s experience during the game,” Reynolds writes. “Regardless of the final score, I want to do all that I can for the fan to have a memorable time.

“Hopefully they will have enjoyed themselves, so much so that they want to return for another game.”

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Bruce Reynolds is flanked by his wife Jeanette, right, and daughter Kelly.
The Baltimore native is an ordained Presbyterian minister who grew up a diehard Orioles fan. He and his wife learned about becoming fan hosts during a Rays Fan Fest in 2008.

“What can seem like a mindless job, in that all you do is check tickets and then watch baseball, is far from reality,” Reynolds writes.

That includes subduing a “wild beast” — a bat that was underneath a seat in the stands—and rerouting fans who try to sneak into better seats during the game.
“When I ask them to show me their ticket, it often has become ‘lost,’” Reynolds writes. “Think about it, that is hard to do these days since your ticket is on your phone.

“An amazing number of phone batteries die in The Trop once fans enter the stadium.”

The reader learns how many steps there are in Reynolds’ section (51) and who retrieves the baseballs that are invariably trapped in Tropicana Field’s notorious catwalks. Also, how Reynolds once placed his badge under a hand soap dispenser instead of a scanner at the stadium.

He adds that using his sense of humor while doing his job depends on the body language of the fan.
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“It requires me the ability to read people, and rather quickly,” Reynolds writes
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Tropicana Field's roof was severely damaged by Hurricane Milton during October 2024.
PictureBruce Reynolds as a student at Baltimore's Parkville High School.
But Reynolds confesses that sometimes he makes mistakes. One example in 2008 is alternately embarrassing and hilarious.

“To be honest, I committed more than one error on this play,” Reynolds writes.
A man in his late 20s carrying a tray of food back to his seat during the fifth inning asked if Reynolds needed to see his ticket.

Reynolds said yes, and the man said the ticket was in his back left pocket and motioned for the usher to dig it out. Rather than hold the man’s tray, Reynolds obliged.

“Immediately I could feel the edge and corner of the ticket as I pulled it out. By now there were several fans waiting behind him to go down, along with fans sitting at the top of the section all watching what was unfolding,” he writes. “So, I pull out in front of all these curious fans, not a ticket, but a condom.”

Reynolds put the “ticket” back in the fan’s pocket. When the man asked if everything was all right, Reynolds said yes and quickly moved the man down the aisle.

“I should have told him he was ‘safe,’” he writes.
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Reynolds attended Parkville High School in Baltimore and graduated with a bachelor’s degree in history from North Carolina's High Point College (now University) in 1974. Four years later he received a Master of Divinity degree in Theological Studies from Gordon-Conwell Theological Seminary in Massachusetts.

Reynolds also is a graduate of the Mooseburger Clown Arts Camp in Minnesota, which touts itself as “the premier clown arts school for adults in America.”
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That is a perfect fit for Reynolds, who enjoys clowning around in the stands as a fan host. He has worn taco hats, sub hats and pizza hats, and enjoys mugging with fans and snapping photographs.

The pizza hat was born from a promotion that rewarded fans with a voucher for pizza if the Rays pitchers struck out 10 or more batters during a game. When the 10th whiff was recorded, Reynolds would run down the aisle in his section waving a flag that said “pizza.” And then, during a trip to Nashville, he found a beret that looked like a pizza.

It was a perfect fit.

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Bruce Reynolds as the Pizza Guy at Tropicana Field, complete with a flag and a pizza beret.
“It seemed to me that adding a bit of ham (uh huh) on the pizza furthered people’s enjoyment of the promotion,” Reynolds writes. “People would laugh and even some wanted to take a picture of that goofy Fan Host with the pizza flag and hat on his head.”

Reynolds is not as agile anymore since having knee surgery after the 2019 season, but his enthusiasm remains high.

Showing his love for the Rays, beginning in 2012 Reynolds composed a poem recapping the team’s season, calling them “Reynolds Raps.” Excerpts are included in his book.

Reynolds is an enthusiastic writer, and his passion soaks through his prose. While charming, the book could have used a sharper eye for editing. As a lifelong copy editor, I saw several instances where a few edits would have been appropriate. And please, no “LOL” mentions in your narrative.

Reynolds also refers to the first professional umpire as William McClean, when his last name was “McLean.”
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Honestly, between the poetry and grammatical flubs, Reynolds is probably correct when he notes that “Probably my former English teachers and professors would cringe knowing I was once their student.”

But just as honestly, Reynolds has presented a fun read about a job that many baseball fans take for granted. He and Jeannette, high school sweethearts who have been married since the mid-1970s, project that love when they lead fans through the “vomitory” — “yep, that’s what the passageway that allows people to enter or leave the field view of Tropicana Field is called.”

Their passion for the game is apparent and real — “Finding out we would get paid was a pleasant shock,” Reynolds writes.

“These past 16 years have only increased my love of ‘America’s Past Time’ while also becoming emotionally involved in the lives of fans and fellow Fan Hosts who have become my baseball ‘family,’” he writes.

No matter what team loyalty a fan may have, There Is No Place Like Dome provides a cool behind-the-scenes look at what makes attending a baseball game at Tropicana Field so much fun.
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Herb Washington: Remembering baseball's first designated pinch runner

3/12/2025

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Here's a story I wrote for Sports Collectors Daily about speedster Herb Washington, the designated runner for the Oakland A's during the 1974 season and the early part of 1975:

​www.sportscollectorsdaily.com/1975-topps-herb-washington-remembering-baseballs-original-designated-pinch-runner/
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Beckett files civil lawsuit against duo jailed in large fake autograph case

3/11/2025

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Here's a story I wrote for Sports Collectors Daily about Beckett filing a civil suit against two Texas residents who were arrested and charged in an extensive autograph fraud case:

www.sportscollectorsdaily.com/beckett-files-civil-suit-against-duo-arrested-in-large-fake-autograph-case/
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Judge rules that lawsuits between Panini, Fanatics should proceed to discovery phase

3/11/2025

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Here's a story I wrote for Sports Collectors Daily about the continuing saga of dueling lawsuits between Fanatics and Panini  America:

www.sportscollectorsdaily.com/judge-rules-that-dueling-lawsuits-between-panini-fanatics-should-proceed/
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From one friend to another: Art Shamsky 's inside look at the 1969 Mets

3/11/2025

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Baseball fans are fortunate to have Art Shamsky as a friend.

Mets fans should be especially grateful. Shamsky, 83, a member of the “Miracle” New York Mets who won the 1969 World Series, has written a new book that provides an intimate look at the squad that shocked the baseball world 56 years ago.
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Mets Stories I Only Tell My Friends (Triumph Books; $30; hardback; 240 pages) allows Shamsky to share anecdotes and observations about his career and the teammates who played for the ’69 Mets.

​Other books have done the same, but from an outsider’s point of view. Shamsky, with the help of writer-editor Matthew Silverman, puts the reader into the locker room and into the minds of the Mets as they blossomed into champions. It is a fascinating look and a great way to meet the Mets.
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“The 1969 Mets were a bolt of lightning, and that ’69 team is the Miracle team that people talk about more than half a century later,” Shamsky writes.

Shamsky already has written two books about the ’69 Mets — 2004’s The Magnificent Seasons: How the Mets, Jets and Knicks Made Sports History and Uplifted a City and the Country, with Barry Zeman; and 2019’s After the Miracle: The Lasting Brotherhood of the ’69 Mets, a warm, sentimental retrospective that was co-written with Erik Sherman.

Certainly, the Mets winning it all in 1969 was nothing short of a miracle. The ragtag franchise, which debuted in 1962 with 120 losses and had never finished better than ninth place in the National League, was suddenly on top of the baseball world.

The 2024 Chicago White Sox took over the major league record for futility with 121 losses, but it is doubtful that fans in the future will view that squad with the same warmth afforded to the ’62 Mets. The Mets did not escape the N.L. cellar until 1966, when they finished ninth in the 10-team league. In 1968 they finished ninth again, squeezing past the Houston Astros by a game and winning a then-team record 73 games.

PictureArt Shamsky turned 83 in October 2024.
The 1969 season would be different. The Mets caught fire in midsummer and roared past the Chicago Cubs to win the N.L. East by eight games during MLB’s first season of divisional play, finishing with a 100-62 record. Then they swept the Atlanta Braves in the NLCS and stunned the Baltimore Orioles in a World Series that went five games.

When Shamsky was traded from the Cincinnati Reds to New York after the 1967 season, he mistakenly thought he was headed to the Yankees. General manager Bob Howsam told him it was the Mets.

“I thought, ‘Oh, no,’” Shamsky writes.

But when Gil Hodges took over as manager of the Mets in 1968, Shamsky realized a change was in the air.

“You could see he was a no-nonsense guy after one sentence,” Shamsky writes, adding that he had an “arm’s length relationship” with Hodges and only had three substantive conversations with him between 1968 and 1971. But he had plenty of respect for Hodges.

“His way of managing was getting everyone involved. Everyone on that team felt like an integral part of the whole,” Shamsky writes. “And yet on a personal level, Gil was tough.

“I avoided him as much as possible. … He wasn’t going to waste a lot of words on us.”
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Shamsky devotes bite-sized stories about each coach and player and recaps the 1969 season. Donn Clendenon’s role, in addition to his potent bat, was his veteran leadership and ability to needle every player — relentlessly, Shamsky writes.

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The Mets released an album after clinching the National League East title in 1969.
He writes about Tom Seaver’s near perfect game on July 9, and the Aug. 14 came when a black cat sauntered in front of the Cubs’ dugout at Shea Stadium. And about the Mets taking a crack at singing on “The Amazing Mets,” a 1969 release by Buddah Records recorded the day after the team clinched the division title. The record featured Shamsky and 25 of his teammates.

The record cover was unusual for its formality. Shamsky was listed as “Arthur,” and all of the players’ given first names were printed on the cover. Who refers to Duffy Dyer as “Don”? Or Bud Harrelson as “Darrell” (Even though his first name was actually “Derrel”)? Or Tug McGraw as “Frank,” and J.C. Martin as “Joseph”?

Who were those guys? Lawrence Berra, not Yogi? C’mon. Besides, “Thomas” Seaver’s first name was George.

Seven of the Mets, including Shamsky, were invited to perform at Caesars Palace in Las Vegas after their win against the Orioles. The group rehearsed for three days, and then did two shows daily for 17 days. That's show business.

“What a fantastic time,” Shamsky writes.


Speaking of business, Shamsky writes about the business of splitting World Series shares among the players, coaches and staff members.


“You learn a lot about people on the day of this meeting,” he notes. “Sometimes these meetings get heated; sometimes they are smooth.”

Shamsky noted that while the players on the active 25-man roster, coaches and managers each receive a full share, considerations also given to groundskeepers, bat boys, the traveling secretary and batting practice pitchers, to name a few.

“Yet you always have some players complain about sharing the money they’re going to earn,” Shamsky writes.
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It is a tidbit that Shamsky just leaves hanging. The reader does not find out what decisions were made.
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There was bedlam at Shea Stadium after the Mets won the 1969 World Series.
PictureThe New York Daily News headline said it all.
But his observations about his teammates are enlightening. Reliever Ron Taylor, who had a degree in electrical engineering and later became a doctor, was “a fascinating character.”

Shamsky’s roommate, Ken Boswell, and teammates Wayne Garrett and Rod Gaspar, appeared on an episode of The Dating Game several weeks after the World Series.

Gaspar was chosen by Lynette Marvin to be her date.

“I never let Boswell or Garrett forget that Gaspar was picked,” Shamsky wrote. “Rod didn’t have a whole lot of personality, and he beat Garrett and Boswell, who together couldn’t make one personality!”

Shamsky also got into television with first baseman Ed Kranepool, as they appeared on an episode of Sesame Street.

The best anecdote in the book involved Hodges’ son. Shamsky and Boswell were in Los Angeles and were invited to a beach party by the Dodgers’ Ken Boyer.

The two Mets asked Gil Hodges Jr. if he wanted to tag along. The younger Hodges—who turns 75 on March 12 — was 19 at the time.

“Even as we were talking to Gilly about the party, we knew we shouldn’t be asking him if he wanted to go, for obvious reasons,” Shamsky writes. “But we did anyway. I guess we liked to live dangerously!”

The players had a midnight curfew and had rented a car to get to the beach. At about 11 p.m., the younger Hodges asked the players about the curfew and was told to come back in 15 minutes. However, Gilly did not return for two hours. The players, knowing they were already in trouble, gave him the keys to the rental car and told him to return to the team hotel.

Hodges Jr. went to the room he shared with his father, and Hodges Sr. got a call at about 3 a.m., telling him that he needed to move the car he just parked. He told his son, who had come back to the room 30 minutes earlier, to “go take care of this.”

Father and son talked the next day, and the manager laid down the law. “I don’t know want to know who they were, but I never want you going out with any players again.”

Shamsky said he never publicly told the story or wrote about it while his manager and his wife were alive. When Joan Hodges died in 2022, Shamsky thought the time was right to tell the tale and Hodges Jr. agreed.

“Why not tell the story now? What difference does it make?” Shamsky writes. “They can’t fine me … Gilly’s not going to get in trouble.

“I think waiting to tell the story until now goes a long way toward our respect for — and fear of — Gil as a manager.”

Shamsky writes about the time in spring training when McGraw decided to show off his ambidextrous skills against a switch-hitting batter — with predictably hilarious results.
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He also writes about life after his baseball career, when he was a sportscaster, a podcaster, a talent agent and a partner running a restaurant in New York City.
And he writes in great detail about pulling together a 25th anniversary celebration of the 1969 Mets. He partnered with attorney Ed Schauder beginning in 1993 to make it happen.

“Art’s passion for preserving the team’s history was unprecedented,” Schauder, an attorney at Nason Yeager Gerson Harris and Fumero, said in a telephone interview this week. “He opened doors, he worked his butt off.

“He was the glue that kept (the players) all together.”

Schauder said that he and Shamsky worked “from the bottom up” to secure commitments from Mets players from 1969, starting with the utility and bench players and working up to the main stars, like Hall of Fame pitcher Tom Seaver.
Schauder also convinced Shamsky to run the Art of Hitting, a clinic that the former player ran in the New York City area. Schauder got Shamsky booked onto The Joe Franklin Show, a late-night talk show in the Big Apple. The other guest that night? Captain Lou Albano, the infamous pro wrestling manager.

Shamsky gave Franklin a T-shirt that had Schauder’s telephone number on it, touting the Art of Hitting. Neither knew that the response would be so sudden.

“Callers would think it was me and say to Ed, ‘Hi Art, I want to take your class,’” Shamsky writes.

“It was 2 in the morning and some guy named Jerry Finkel calls and says, ‘I’d like to take batting lessons,’” Schauder said. “I said, ‘Right now?’”

Shamsky also returned to the baseball diamond full time, managing in the Israeli Baseball League in 2007.

Shamsky, who played eight seasons in the majors and batted .300 during the miracle season of 1969, has plenty of stories to tell — and he tells them well. His anecdotes in Mets Stories I Only Tell My Friends are fun, sentimental, informative and humorous. He also makes a point about his own career, regretting that he quit the game too soon.

“If this is a book about things I tell my friends, I’ll say this again, because it’s important,” Shamsky writes. “Work harder, and don’t be satisfied. It all goes quickly.”

But the memories of the 1969 Mets will not go away so quickly. Shamsky's latest work makes sure of that.

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Signed badge from 1934 Masters is jewel of Marcus Burnell’s extensive collection

3/5/2025

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Here is a story I wrote for Sports Collectors Daily about the Masters badge collection of Marcus Burnell. The collection includes a ticket from the inaugural tournament signed by 13 participants: 

www.sportscollectorsdaily.com/badge-of-honor-ticket-from-1934-masters-is-jewel-of-marcus-burnells-collection/

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Previewing 2024 Topps Heritage High Number

3/3/2025

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Here's a story I wrote for Sports Collectors Daily previewing the upcoming release of the 2024 Topps Heritage High Number set. It is scheduled to be released on March 26:

​www.sportscollectorsdaily.com/2024-topps-heritage-high-number-coming-this-month/
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