So, what in fact happened one October afternoon in 1932 as the Chicago Cubs and New York Yankees battled for the World Series title? Did the larger-than-life Babe Ruth really call his shot as legend has laid claim? That is just one story explored by baseball author and ESPN writer Rob Neyer in his latest book, Rob Neyer’s Big Book of Baseball Legends: The Truth, The Lies, and Everything Else. Like my grandfather, who loved to spin tales of the unnamed hurricane that struck New England by surprise in 1938, there are many baseball figures, well-known and otherwise, who have woven countless stories about young rookie, seasoned veterans and coaches, the men in blue, or the defining moment of a game, a series, or a season. The question Neyer asks is: did it really happen? To answer that question, he spent countless hours doing entensive research through a variety of sources to see if he could separate the facts from the myths while also giving us a deeper insight into the lives and careers of several ballplayers, famous and then-some.

Neyer’s purpose is not to make some well-known legends like Tommy Lasorda, Bob Feller, Yogi Berra, Billy Martin, Greg Maddux, and Fred Lynn, among others, look foolish. Rather, as he explains:

…I think the truth is just as interesting as the myth. Actually, I think the myth is plenty interesting by itself, because of course every myth contains a kernel of truth (or so we’ve been told). But when you pile some literal truth on top of the truthiness? Delicious as frosting on a sugar cookie.

Perhaps my favorite anecdote comes from Mickey Vernon, who spoke about an encounter between Red Sox legend Ted Williams and pitcher Tommy Byrne. In the margins of that text was another story regarding an encounter between another former pitcher, Pedro Ramos, and Williams, and a similar version of the same story between Tigers ace Dizzy Trout and the Splendid Splinter. In each instance, the story ends with the head-strong Williams getting the last word in on their rivalry. Of course, did they really happen? Well, to learn that, you need to pick up a copy of the book.

Ed. note — Many thanks to Allan Wood from The Joy of Sox for turning me onto this book. Please take a moment to check out his great site!

Tags: Babe Ruth, Ted Williams

Growing up in the shadows of Boston, it’s not surprising that writer Robert Sullivan, who has been published in TIME, Sports Illustrated, and LIFE, among others, became a Red Sox fan. His first exposure to its mystical aura came in 1960, when his father took him and his older brother to Fenway Park, with the main purpose of being able to see the legendary Ted Williams play in what would be his last season. Years later, he continues to align his loyalty towards the Boston nine but he must do so behind enemy lines, since he lives in Westchester County, New York, or, as the back cover of the book reads: “…in the backyard and too often in the shadow of the Yankees.”

Our Red Sox: A Story of Family, Friends, and Fenway obviously touches a lot on Boston’s successful 2004 campaign, but the main focus of the book is what it has meant to Sullivan, his family, and his friends to live through the agony and ecstacy of wearing that spoked “B” on your cap and rooting for a team that year after year had you wondering: What if…. Sullivan first tells of his father who, like many others, had often stated: “I hope that they win it in my lifetime.” (For “Artie” Sullivan, that would not happen, unfortunately, but he would take his intense loyalty to Ted Williams, “a class guy,” to the end.) He speaks to his membership with the Benevolent Loyal Order of Honorable and Ancient Red Sox Diehard Sufferers (BLOHARDS) of New York, founded years before Red Sox Nation came to fruition, as he quietly roots for his team from afar. He also talks of doing everything that he can to pass on that love to his children, errant foul balls at a Lowell Spinners game, Lowell being the Single A affiliate of Boston, and the horrific sight of finding the unfamiliar sight of Yankee blue all around him in Westchester aside. Of course, the book would not be complete without speaking the suffering endured by Sox fans after witnessing the horrific end to the 2003 campaign at the hands of those very Yankees, setting up what would be a memorable 2004 season in which the collective weight of he and other Red Sox fans would be lifted.

In short, Sullivan’s book is a heart-warming tale that stretches across generations of star-crossed Red Sox fans, some who have waited exactly a lifetime to see Boston win that elusive championship; it’s a story that any baseball fan will enjoy, no matter whose cap you wear.

Tags: book review, Boston Red Sox