That was a delightful historical account, Paul, and I can’t wait until next week. I promise I won’t go to Google or Wikipedia in the interim. I found it funny that the reputation of a “hoodoo” was “even worse than actors.” And we all know that in prior centuries, that actors were of ill repute. Meg
It seems like baseball players and actors occupied a similar piece of social real estate in the Gilded Age, and were not always given the benefit of the doubt.
Good job not spoiling it--I promise it will be worth it, and I have some surprises you couldn't find unless you really, really tried. And hey, at least you don't have to worry about running into spoilers on social media with this one!
That's a great one. Apparently stray dogs were also bad luck on the ball field, and I am obsessed with what seems to have been a multi-decade fear of seeing wooden barrels in or near the ballpark. It seems like that superstition only went away because wooden barrels did.
Such a ghoulish article! And I have to wait an entire week; I’m like a trick or treating kid who brings home bags of goodie’s & your parents say, “No candy!”
But I’ll wait & see what happens next week.
I wonder if this is also how the Harlem Globetrotters got started. I actually knew a Grandson of the guy that started them. I think his name was Saperstein, I’m pulling this out of my memory, I didn’t fact check so if his name is wrong I apologize.
That was a delightful historical account, Paul, and I can’t wait until next week. I promise I won’t go to Google or Wikipedia in the interim. I found it funny that the reputation of a “hoodoo” was “even worse than actors.” And we all know that in prior centuries, that actors were of ill repute. Meg
It seems like baseball players and actors occupied a similar piece of social real estate in the Gilded Age, and were not always given the benefit of the doubt.
Good job not spoiling it--I promise it will be worth it, and I have some surprises you couldn't find unless you really, really tried. And hey, at least you don't have to worry about running into spoilers on social media with this one!
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Thanks Melissa.
The black cat which wandered in front of the Cubs dugout at Shea Stadium in 1969 is my go-to baseball Halloween curse.
That's a great one. Apparently stray dogs were also bad luck on the ball field, and I am obsessed with what seems to have been a multi-decade fear of seeing wooden barrels in or near the ballpark. It seems like that superstition only went away because wooden barrels did.
Such a ghoulish article! And I have to wait an entire week; I’m like a trick or treating kid who brings home bags of goodie’s & your parents say, “No candy!”
But I’ll wait & see what happens next week.
I wonder if this is also how the Harlem Globetrotters got started. I actually knew a Grandson of the guy that started them. I think his name was Saperstein, I’m pulling this out of my memory, I didn’t fact check so if his name is wrong I apologize.
Thanx Paul
The deal here is you can fact-check me, but I promise not to fact check you.
There is a big clue in today's piece. Don't say it if you think you know, but next week in the comments I'll point it out.