"On opening day, Kansas City was at Indianapolis, and I pitched the opening game. I won two to one, and that evening the story in the Indianapolis _Star_ read like this: "The American a.s.sociation season opened up today, and it was a beautiful game between two fine teams.
Each had great pitching, with an eighteen year old right-hander pitching for Kansas City and an eighteen year old left-hander for the home team. The right-hander with Kansas City looks like he"s going to develop into a great pitcher. They call him Smoky Joe Wood. But we have a left-hander with Indianapolis who is going places, too. He resembles one of the great left-handed pitchers of all time: Rube Waddell."
"And from that day on, they nicknamed me "Rube."
"I had a wonderful season that year with Indianapolis. I pitched forty-seven complete games, won twenty-eight of them, led the league in most strikeouts, least hits, most innings pitched, and everything.
Occasionally what I"d do would be reported in the Cleveland papers, and friends of mine would tell me that they"d pa.s.s by the house and see Dad sitting on the porch.
""Well, Fred," they"d say--that was Dad"s name, by the way, Fred--"Did you see what your son Rube did yesterday?"
""Who are you talking about?" he"d say. "Rube who?"
""Your son--Richard," they would answer.
""I told him that baseball was no good," my dad would reply. "Now they"ve even gone and changed his name!"
"Anyway, I had a terrific year with Indianapolis, like I said. Late in the season we went into Columbus, Ohio, and Charlie Carr came up to me before the game.
""Rube," he said, "there are going to be an awful lot of celebrities here at the game today. The American and National Leagues both have an off-day, and they"re all coming to see you pitch. If you pitch a good game I may be able to sell you before the night is out."
""For how much?" I wanted to know.
""I don"t know," he said. "But a lot. It depends on what kind of game you pitch."
""Will you cut me in?" I asked.
""No, I won"t," he said with certainty. "You"re getting a good salary and you know it."
""Okay," I said. I was only kidding anyway.
""I don"t want you to get nervous today," he said.
""Nervous?" I repeated. "Have I ever been nervous all season?"
""No," he admitted, "I"ve been in baseball a long time and I never saw anything like it. I never saw a kid like you, who can beat anybody and is so successful."
""Well," I said, "the reason I"m so successful is because I can beat anybody.""
"Now aren"t you getting a little carried away with your bragging?" asked Nibbles. "I mean, I"m very much enjoying your story, even though I know little about baseball except that you play it on a ba.s.s drum. But really, I think you"re carrying your pride a little too far into the negative."
"Yeah," admitted Rube, "I am sorry about that. Sometimes that happens to me when I get too worked up. Anyway, I went out there that day and I pitched one of those unusual games: no hits, no runs, no errors.
Twenty-seven men faced me and not one of them got to first base. And that evening in Columbus they put me up for sale, with all the Big League clubs bidding on me, like a horse being auctioned off. The Cleveland club went as high as ten thousand five hundred dollars for my contract, but the Giants went to eleven grand, and I was sold to them.
At that time, that was the highest price ever paid for a baseball player.
"I reported to the New York Giants in September of 1908, as soon as the American a.s.sociation season was over. I was eigh ..."
"It still feels a little odd to have you "remembering" things from years that have not yet been," interrupted Hootsey.
"Let him finish the story," admonished Elephant.
"I am sorry," said Rube. "But it is a memory to me, and a prediction to you. I will try to be more careful about naming years if I can remember to be. But in any event, I was eighteen years old at the time, and already the most valuable player in the Big Leagues! Excuse me if I seem to boast, but I feel that I am justified this time. I was the hero of the hour.
"Still, I came up too late in the season to make a trip to Chicago with the Giants that year, but the next season we made our first trip to Chicago the second week in June. And the first thing I did, as soon as I got there, was to make a beeline for that firehouse.
"The only one there when I first got there was the Lieutenant. I walked up to him and said, "Lieutenant, do you remember me?"
""Never saw you before in my life," he said.
""Well, remember about three years ago you caught me sleeping back of that stove there?"
""Oh, are you that kid from Cleveland that said he"s a ballplayer?"
""Yes!" I told him. "Remember me? My name is Marquard. Richard Marquard."
""Of course," he said, not really interested. "What are you doing here?"
""I am in the Big Leagues," I explained. "I told you when I got to the Big Leagues I was coming out to visit you."
""Well I"ll be ..." he began, then, "Who are you with?"
""Why, I"m with the New York Giants," I said with pride.
"And boy, for years after that, whenever the Giants would come to Chicago, I"d go out to that firehouse. I"d sit out front and talk for hours. The firemen would have all the kids in the neighborhood there ...
and all the families that lived around would stop by ... and it was really wonderful. Everybody was so nice and friendly. Gee, I used to enjoy that. It was a great thrill for me.
"Actually, every single day of all the years I spent in the Big Leagues was a thrill for me. It was like a dream come true. I was in the Big Leagues for eighteen years, you know, from 1908 through 192 ... Oh, yeah. Sorry about that. I was with the Giants for seven glorious years, with the Dodgers for five years after that, with Cincinnati for one year, and then with the Boston Braves for four. And I loved every single minute of it!
"The best years of all were those with the Giants. I don"t mean because those were my best pitching years, although they were. In 1911 I won twenty-four games and lost only seven. And in 1912 I won twenty-six.
That"s the year I won nineteen straight! I didn"t lose a single game in 1912 until July eighth!
"Actually, at the risk of sounding boastful again, I won twenty straight, not nineteen. But because of the way they scored then, I didn"t get credit for one of them. I relieved Jeff Tesreau in the eighth inning of a game one day, with the Giants behind, three to two. In the ninth inning, Heinie Groh singled and Art Wilson homered, and we won, four to three. But they gave Tesreau credit for the victory instead of me. Except for that it would have been twenty straight wins, not nineteen."
"It"s still a pretty magnificent record," harumphed Elephant "I don"t see any reason for all the sour grapes."
"Oh, no," said Rube"s shadow. "No sour grapes. It was the grandest year of my life. Of course, I had other great years with the Giants, too. In 1914--er, sorry. I"ve just told this story this way for so long, it is hard to change it now--I beat Babe Adams and the Pirates in a twenty-one inning game, three to one. Both of us went the entire distance that day, all twenty-one innings. And the following year, I pitched a no-hitter against Brooklyn and beat Nap Rucker, two to nothing."
"No wonder you remember your years with the Giants best," said Hootsey understandingly.
"Oh, no," said Rube. "But that"s not the reason. The real reason is ...
Well, maybe it"s because that was my first club. I don"t know. Whatever the reason, though, it was wonderful to be a Giant back then.
"Take Mr. McGraw, for example. What a great man he was! The finest and grandest man I ever met! He loved his players and his players loved him.
Of course, he wouldn"t stand for any nonsense. You had to live up to the rules and regulations of the New York Giants, and when he laid down the law you"d better abide by it!
"I"ll never forget one day we were playing Pittsburgh, and it was Red Murray"s turn to bat, with the score tied in the ninth inning. There was a man on second with none out. Murray came over to McGraw--I was sitting next to McGraw on the bench--and he said, "What do you want me to do, Mac?"
""What do I want you to do?" McGraw said. "What are you doing in the National League? There"s the winning run on second base and no one out.
What would you do if you were the manager?"