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Baseball and Some Mona Lisa Moments

November 11, 2010
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While I was growing up, I remember reading about da Vinci’s Mona Lisa and how enigmatic her smile was.

I have been to the Louvre and I got as close to her portrait as I could and quite frankly her smile does not do very much for me.

Really other than her mysterious smile, what is the big deal?

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An enigmatic smile?

First of all she is not that pretty and I think the surmises from art aficionados about what she was thinking says to me that they had too much time on their hands.

No sport inspires true art more than baseball.

Baseball has long been considered a sport for American scribes and poets, and the list of writers who have written on baseball reads like an American literary Who’s Who.

Luminaries, such as Ring Lardner, Damon Runyan, William Carlos Williams, Marianne Moore, Donald Hall, Philip Roth, and Don DeLillo had a deep affection and love of the game that energized their work.

Less well-known, however, is the love affair between visual artists and baseball.

American illustrator Norman Rockwell is probably the most famous baseball-loving American artist.

Norman Rockwell Boy with Baby Carriage

Baseball was the subject of his 1st cover in 1916

His fascination for the game of baseball, like his own work, is wrought with imagination, honesty and the uncanny sense of baseball players and fans to relate to a game in such an endearing and special way.

Rockwell loved combining his love for baseball with his artistic style.

He went on to paint 13 covers on baseball, out of the over 300 covers he published for the Saturday Evening Post.

I find that a popular American portraitist, Norman Rockwell prompted more thought in his renditions than two DaVincis.

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Got fans to think

I find my opinion especially true when it comes to his work with baseball subjects.

As an old Brooklyn Dodger fan from the 1950s, I was extremely interested in his painting of The Three Umpires, sometimes called The Bottom of the Sixth.

I had a print of it hanging in the den of my first home many years ago.

My knowledge of the game told me that I had found a flaw, not in his strokes but in the logic of his baseball knowledge.

Norman Rockwell - The Three Umpires - Art Prints and Posters

A flaw in Rock's logic

If you look very closely you will see three umpires.

The lead umpire, with his hand out, is the legendary Beans Reardon, Identifiable by his outside chest protector—the rival American league did it that way, while Reardon’s National League preferred the inside chest protector.

Reardon is flanked by Larry Goetz and Lou Jorda.

Logic tells me that it is just starting to rain, as does the fact that the Pirate players are standing in the field, waiting to see what the umpires decide.

My focus is on the coaches.

The painting’s details are readily available.

The elderly Pirate is Billy Meyer.

He seems upset or distressed by the joyous enthusiasm of the Dodger coach, Clyde Sukeforth, the man who would later be fired for telling manager Charley Dressen that Ralph Branca was ready.

The game was apparently played in 1948.  One can make out the outfielders in the background.

They are Johnny Hopp, Dixie Walker and Ralph Kiner.

The actual score 1-0 in favor of the visitors, is probably apocryphal since I could not find anything close to the score.

The Dodgers did play seven shorten games but none that I could find with Pittsburgh.

The Dodgers only won five of the 11 games played in Brooklyn–none came close to this circumstance.

If the rain had just starting, why is the Dodger coach smiling?

It is an official game and if the top half of the inning is rained out, Brooklyn still loses.

Most explanations I have seen miss this point.

I have seen the original in Cooperstown.

A small note underneath the portrait, which is surprisingly small, says that the Dodger coach saw a break in the clouds and he was optimistic that the game would continue.

Balderdash, I say!

There is no indication from anyone else that this is the case.

I can only surmise that Sukeforth was exhibiting a Panglossian glee that had little bearing on the reality of their situation.

There are at least two other cases of an enigmatic interpretation of baseball art.

Recently a friend, Andy Rochman sent me a copy of a 1954 Saturday Evening Post cover that pictured Stan the Man Musial.

I had originally assumed that the artist was Norman Rockwell.

An e-mail suggestion and a little research uncovered that actually it was painted by a Nebraska artist, John Falter.

In Falter’s portrait, Stan was signing a baseball with his right hand.

Now every baseball fan knows the man was a lefty all the way.  Falter must have gotten it wrong is the first reaction.

I have written about Stan and his free autographed baseballs after Mass but the one he gave me had already been signed.

(See: https://bbprof.wordpress.com/2010/09/26/the-man-in-the…w-on-the-right/)

I have gotten him to autograph at least a dozen pictures but I do not remember, which hand he used.

 

I have been present when he autographed other items and I never looked.

In attempting to solve this mystery, I surmised that the nuns in Stan’s grade school probably forced him to write with his right hand.

Some research showed that Musial did attend the Polish school at his St. Mary’s Church in Donora but had gone mainly to public schools through his 12 years of formal education.

So quite possible his signing with his right-hand was started by Polish nuns…or maybe not.

My wife is a natural lefty and the nuns tried to do that to her but her inner spirit rebelled and it didn’t take.

Funny thing–when she played soft ball, she hit right-handed…because her dad was a righty and didn’t know how to teach her any other way.

Well the mystery was solved when someone sent Rochman a photo of Stan in the act of signing…with his right hand.

Mystery solved

The sender also affirmed my guess from an interview he had read about Stan years ago.

There is another apparent mystery out there of a similar nature.

Many years ago I bought a very large print of a SEP cover with Brooks Robinson, signed by both Robinson and Rock….well…not man.

Robinson was signing a baseball with his…left hand.

Geethanksbrooks

Did only three things with his left hand

Everyone one knows Brooks Robinson, arguably the best 3rd baseman that ever took a ground ball was a righty all the way.

Whoa, didn’t Rockwell know anything about baseball?

The dealer told me that he had asked him that and Robinson told him that he only did three things with his left-hand–he wrote, ate and I can only guess what the third thing was.

Had had these baseball artists deliberately sought out subjects that would create an aura of doubt?

Was he attempting to ensure that people would be talking about their art for years to come?

My educated guess is that they painted popular subjects who interested him without knowing that they had a peculiarity only the swiftest of baseball fans would leap upon.

As for the Brooklyn episode I think Rockwell’s art trumped his knowledge of the logic of the game.

Had he made the top half of the inning a big score for Pittsburgh then it would have made perfect sense and even have included a little bit of artistic drama.

The way he did it was at best ambiguous–like Mona Lisa I guess and at worst WRONG.

Was Lisa del Giocondo, da Vinci’s model with child or telling herself a silly joke?

Like I care!

I guess that deep in the heart of every artist’s soul, there lurks a desire to have a Mona Lisa moment, even those who paint baseball.

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The Best Medicine

October 10, 2010
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I just started reading Marlo Thomas’ new book Growing Up Laughing about growing up in a home riven with jokes and good humor.

Her late father was Danny Thomas and he gave me the best rule of thumb…or motto about having fun and making jokes.

A House of Laughs

 

One should never ridicule or mock another human being.  Doing lines on fat people, short people or evenbaldpeople…without their implicit permission is dead wrong.

Danny said on his Make Room for Daddy show one time that the only person I have the right to make fun of is myself.

That rule of humor and more importantly of life has been the standard that I use to laugh and have a good time.

I am very good at self-effacing commentary.

My new favorite is I am an only child and I never was my parent’s ‘favorite’ child. They liked the neighbors kids better.

Or my dad predicted I would be a football player.  This is the end.

I figure every one else makes fun of me–I had better beat them to the punch.

Where I come from Borst-picking is in season 24/7.

If only more people would learn the positive value of humor.

It has been said  Laugh and the world laughs with you.  Cry and you cry alone!

Due to our growing trend toward narcissism and victimhood, this truism has been effectively turned on its head.

We are fast becoming a land of whiners and crybabies.

Millions flock daily to Oprah with the expectation of seeing people they can cry with or whose lives mirror their own sad existence.

Tears reign where laughter once ruled.

As for myself, I have always liked to laugh and make fun.

If I don’t chuckle twenty times a day, I tend to feel nervous or get headaches.

I need that natural endorphin rush to go about life with a smile on my face.  That thought is not just in my imagination.

The late editor of the Saturday Evening Post, Norman Cousins dramatically proved that laughter is the best medicine, many years ago when he was diagnosed with a terminal disease.

Determined that his time was not up, Cousins rented a motel room, replete with a VCR.

Portrait

Laurel and Hardy kept him alive

 

He spent a week, inundating himself with the side-splitting antics of Laurel & Hardy, the Three Stooges and the Marx Brothers.

Personally Groucho and his siblings never did anything for me.

The results were astonishing.

Cousins survived his terminal disease, only to die in 1990 at the age of 75 of a different malady— one more presumably resistant to the therapeutic powers of slapstick comedy.

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Never liked them myself

 

People have always though I was funny.

I am aware the word has two connotations.

I have tried to entertain small groups in conversation ever since my grandfather’s wake thirty-five years ago.

My relentless pursuit of the evocative, cheek-swelling reaction to my hilarious barbs has served me well at parties and social gatherings ever since.

I even tried a standup comedy routine on a cruise many years ago.

I dutifully prepared four minutes of humor.

Like teaching and writing, the rules are that you should only do what you know best or what your audience can relate to.

So I did lines on each member of my immediate family.

My delivery was near perfect, yet the three hundred and fifty people in the audience found occasion to laugh only at references to Matthew, my eight-year old son, who I said had the instincts of a terrorist.

I don’t think anyone would laugh at that today.

The prior evening my wife had been commandeered from the audience to assist a magician in his act.

He wanted to cut off her head.

I used that in my monologue, talking about her shortcomings and the fact that before the act was over four ladies inquired as to my availability after the show.

Not only did no one laugh at that remark, one woman scolded me for having had the nerve to say such things about my wife.

Or perhaps she didn’t like my comment about my wife as Attila the Honeybun.

The success of my humor is that it often blows back in my face.  I tend to be a bit wordy.  That’s like saying Mother Teresa was a bit holy.

My wife gave me a tee-shirt that read, I am talking and I can’t shut-up.  I love that shirt!

After spending two weeks on a bus tour a new friend asked me, Do you breathe through your ears, because I have not seen you stop talking long enough to do so?

I also consider myself a student of humor, especially political humor.

This country has had a rich and proud tradition of funny people from the political satire of Will Rogers through the physical antics of Jackie Gleason, Steve Martin, and Richard Pryor.

Rogers once said that when Congress makes a joke…it’s a law.

I wonder if that’s what President Obama had in mind with his health care bill.

No president had a better sense of humor than Ronald Reagan.  I can’t help thinking back to his debate with Democratic challenger, Fritz Mondale when Reagan said that people were worried that Mondale might be too young for the job.

Chevy Chase was marvelous in his 1976 satire of President Gerald Ford.

I’ll never forget Chase’s pratfall in a breakaway-voting booth that cracked three of his ribs.

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Probably cost Ford the election

 

I’ll bet he cost Ford a million votes.

As a result the comedian became addicted to pain pills, requiring a period of recovery at the Betty Ford Clinic. Now that’s real irony!

Our political debates have taken us down a route that even Jay Leno nor David Letterman can’t restore.

What passes for humor today is generally mean-spirited and because of the political correct nature of so much of our discourse, it is increasing more difficult to tweak individuals with group consciousness without being charged with outlandish claims of insensitivity.

As a result comedians have retreated into the safe harbors of their own groups for humorous exchange.

All this being said, we should all reflect on what philosopher Russell Kirk wrote,  A sense of humor can only exist in a world of faith.

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The Thinking Man's Conservative

 

It is my deep fear that our country has broken faith with its past, having forfeited that wonderful gift which Kirk called the trace of God’s smile.

But it is never too late.  Maybe a good laugh is still the best medicine for what ails us.  Try it and let me know if it works.


About author

After graduating from Holy Cross, Bill Borst earned an MA in Asian History from St. John's University and a Ph.D in American History from St. Louis University. (1972) A former New Yorker, he taught for many years in the St. Louis area, while also hosting a weekly radio show on WGNU from 1984-2006. He currently is a regular substitute for conservative Phyllis Schlafly on KSIV radio. (1320) He is the author of two books on social history, "Liberalism: Fatal Consequences," and "The Scorpion and the Frog: A Natural Conspiracy." He just retired as the Features editor of the Mindszenty Foundation Monthly Report. In his 11 years from 2003-2013 he wrote nearly 130 essays on Catholic culture and world affairs. Many in St. Louis also know him as the "Baseball Professor," because of a course that he offered at Maryville College from 1973-74. It was arguably the first fully-accredited baseball history course in the Midwest.The author of several short books on the old St. Louis Browns, he started the St. Louis Browns Historical Society in 1984. In 2009 his first two plays were produced on the local stage. "The Last Memory of an Ol' Brownie Fan," ran six performances at the Sound Stage in Crestwood and "A Perfect Choice" ran for two performances at the Rigali Center Theater in Shrewsberry. His third play, "A Moment of Grace," ran six performances at DeSmet High School in January of 2011with First Run Theater in January of 2011. He is currently working on a 4th play, "A Family Way," which is a comedy about a happy dysfunctional family. He can reached at bbprof@sbcglobal.net

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