Friday, April 28, 2023

1988 Topps Big Baseball : Part One

 


I have an old joke for you.

            Although I have to warn you.

            This blog post is FAR from funny.

            But…first…the joke.

            Ready?

            How do you make God laugh?

            …make a plan.

            I think I’ve used the one on here. It’s actually one of my favorites, even though I’m not what one would call spiritual or religious in, like, any sense of the word. Secularly, I guess it means that no matter what you think and/or believe is going to happen, nothing is certain, and there is always the chance that anything could happen to disrupt and change those plans.

            I should’ve gone home on my lunch.

            Then things would be different.

            Let me back up a bit.

            About three or so weeks ago I was just messing around online, searching some card sights like Baseball Card Exchange, just to see what product they had in stock. I don’t use Baseball Card Exchange as much as I used to when I started collecting again and wanted to build a lot of the Junk Wax Sets of my youth. But occasionally, I go on the site, mostly to just dumbfoundedly stare at the prices on card older that 1987 and just how much they’ve gone up the four years I’ve been back at it. And they’ve gone up A LOT.

            On that particular day I came across these.


            Remember these?

            Topps Big Baseball (the 1988 series) doesn’t show up a lot of Baseball Card Exchange. I know. I’d been looking for it off and on for a good eight month. And there it was, Series 1,2 and 3 in all of its glory.

            The whole Factory set of this was also on BBC Exchange that day.


        I’ve long given up the idea that I’m going to collate 1987 Fleer by hand, using wax box and the like to do so. Unopened 1987 Fleer has gone the way up in price as well, even though hand collated and factory set themselves, I’ve seen anywhere from $25-$50. I guess it’s the thrill of the chase, and perhaps not as much Fleer to go around as Topps and Donruss.

            Regardless.

            There were these.



            And there was that.



            Right there waiting for me on the BBC Exchange web site.

            But…there was a problem.

            I found the items a few days before I was set to travel to Buffalo and Pittsburgh. I couldn’t order the items if I wasn’t going to be around to pick them up. In my Brooklyn neighborhood, the post office leaves packages right on my steps. I suppose I could’ve asked my downstairs neighbors (also my landlord) to take the package…but I didn’t want to have to throw the responsibility onto them.

            So…see you in another eight months to a year Topps Big Baseball.

            Cut to a week plus later and I’m back checking card sites, seeing what’s out there, picking my jaw up off the floor at the cost of unopened 1980 Topps boxes etc., lamenting the loss of the 1988 Topps Big wax boxes and the 1987 Fleer Factory set when…hot damn! Wouldn’t you know it! All four items were still on the web site and available to purchase. And purchase them I did.

            I get excited over card packages. But I can’t explain how excited I was over this one. I love, love love 1988 Topps Big Baseball. I love 1987 Fleer. It stands there in the pantheon with 1987 Topps and 1987 Donruss as the year three perfect sets were released during my collecting heyday. Suffice it to say…I was anxious for the package to arrive. And BBC Exchange, those pleasure delayers, it took them almost four days to even get a label together for the shipment. And then I had to wait on that.

            And then.

            Last Thursday.

            IT arrived.

            11:33 A.M. EST to be exact.

            Soon I’d be feasting my eyes on these.



            And putting these into sheets to binder.


            A part of me wanted to go home on my lunch (I live close to work) and bring the package inside because I wanted to secure it like a precious jewel. But my neighborhood is safe. My landlords/neighbors are always around doing yardwork. I’d been getting packages sent to my place there for almost two years without worry. Why waste an entire lunch and then some to race home, when those cards would be sitting there for me at 6:00 PM.

            On that particular Thursday, my wife beat me home from work.

            The following is a text exchange we shared around 5:50 PM.


        Obviously, that was me panicking. And my wife does not have that kind of Gallows humor (or perverse sense of humor) in her to joke about a package not being there that wasn’t. I asked her to please see if the landlord/neighbor had the package. It would be out of character for them to handle a package of ours, unless asked, but stranger things, right? The landlord didn’t have the package. She’d seen the package just only an hour ago. My wife had to call me back with the bad news. The package had been stolen. And I took the rest of the walk in a long slowly building fury that would consume the rest of my evening, and the next morning before I began to calm down.

            All I thought about was how I told myself, earlier in that day, to go home.

            Packages get stolen in Brooklyn. A lot. Not always in an ever-flowing steam of thievery. It ebbs and flows. Blurry pictures of would-be package thieves grace our telephone polls. Everyone I know has a I’ve-had-my-package-stolen story.  And now I had one to go along with theirs.

            There’s be no these.


            There be no this.


            I was angry about the theft. But I was also saddened. I figure most package thieves are probably looking for big ticket items: Tech, that kind of stuff.  As shitty as this is, I’d like to think these assholes would go ahead and sell the items online. To someone like. Someone who really wanted those cards too. After all, they came with a packing slip. They know what the items are worth. I hate the very idea that these assholes took my package, opened it, saw that it was, ugh, baseball cards, and just threw the whole thing away.

            If I…and I’m trying really, really hard here to be diplomatic/optimistic what have you…If I can’t have the cards…I’d at least like another collector to get to enjoy them.

            But not all is lost.

            A few days later, still feeling bad for myself, I went online to, you know, look around and see what I could find. It turned out that Dave & Adam’s Card World had this.


            And this.

            So, I bought them.

            And, yes, I know and I’m thankful that I’m in a position that I reclaim some of the items. Some people can’t do that. I actually used an entire vacation day waiting on the UPS man to deliver the items this past Tuesday. I’m a fool me once kind of guy. I’m happy for the package…but some things are changing. I don’t feel secure having packages sent to my apartment anymore. These were cards. But what if they’d been birthday/Christmas gifts for my wife and family. My wife’s meds. She’s a children’s author with two books. Copies of those books get sent to our home. What if someone had stolen the copies she was to be sent of her latest novel.

            Now I’m looking at a P.O. Box

            Or UPS mail retrieval.

            Or a mom and pop mail retrieval place.

            Small inconveniences.

            But an inconvenience just the same.

 

Thanks For Reading! Happy Collecting!

Next Friday: We ARE going to discuss 1988 Topps Big Baseball in earnest…and look at Series 3.

           

 


Friday, April 21, 2023

Stuck Inside of Buffalo and Pittsburgh with the 1991 Fleer Blues...Again

 



Got to do something that, sadly, I rarely get to do.

            Which...is go somewhere…other than in front of my computer screen

            …and buy cards.

            Yeah, that’s right, like a Willie Nelson song I was on the road again. My usual route: Brooklyn to Buffalo to Pittsburgh. The last time I’d done that was December…and there was a blizzard in Buffalo involved in that trip, so not much in the way of card buying could be done then.

            This time was a bit different.

            In Buffalo, I killed two birds with one stone.

            The first was this place.


            I’m always excited for the mom-and-pop card shop experience. Like I said, it’s rare that I get to buy cards in person. And when I do it’s usually somewhere like a flea market, a Wal-Mart or Target, or the MLB Store here in New York City. We have mom-and-pop cards shops in New York City and I’ve been to one or two of them, but most are ten bus rides and fifteen subway stops away from my apartment. So, when in Rome….

            I like Bases Loaded. Or, at least I knew I would like Bases Loaded. I’d been to the store once, maybe a year and a half ago. They’d just opened a new location and most of their inventory was still in boxes, waiting to be moved. The store was virtually empty on that visit, and that was shame because I SO wanted the mom-and-pop card experience.

            I ended up buying a few boxes of junk wax on that visit.

A barren store waiting to be filled was NOT the case this time. Bills and Sabers jerseys hung about the walls, along with other Buffalo sports ephemera, card boxes were packed into shelving behind glass showcases. Stacks upon stacks of sortable cards were in huge piles atop those same showcases, and any surface that could hold a box of cards, held more boxes of cards than you could imagine.

            It was controlled chaos inside of Bases Loaded.

            Like when your card collection starts to make you anxious.

            Nothing was priced in Bases Loaded, something I’m not generally a fan of. But the guy running the shop was beyond affable, and told me he was known for making good deals. Sure, anyone can say that…and I’m a walking distrustful skeptic…but I took him at his word and began digging through said boxes and piles of cards, along with a few other collectors who were building sets. I can’t be certain, but Bases Loaded might be a place to go to if you’re working on sets. The store owner kept bringing boxes out to one collector for him to sort through. I was kind of kicking myself for forgetting to take photos of my checklists before I left Brooklyn.

            But I did end up finding some stuff.

            Most of the 2022 Donruss Steelers set.



Some Buccos, old and new.



            And…yes…I bought a cheap box of junk wax.


            I’m just going to come out and say it: I like 1991 Fleer Baseball. I used to say the yellow was too much, but I might’ve been mimicking other collectors dissenting opinions on it. I still kind of do that. But when I’m alone with the set, the yellow doesn’t bother me. Yellow was my grandmother’s favorite color. 1991 Fleer makes me think of dear ol’ grandma.

            Maybe the problem is, it’s too MUCH yellow.

            Like front and back yellow.



            Although, Bobby Bonilla can make any card look good.


            And…I’m building the set. Why not? The boxes are like $10 a piece and I’ve bought three of them thus far, between my two trips to Bases Loaded. Yeah, the set costs maybe $10 in total…but it’s the quality time that counts.

            Again…I like 1991 Fleer.

            But you still can’t convince me on this one.


            ...even if it IS Junior.

            That same day, I took a short drive from Bases Loaded to Dave & Adam’s.


I’m sure most collectors here know Dave & Adam’s, or have shopped online with them; so, I won’t go into detail except to say that the place is HUGE. Like two vast spaces HUGE. One houses sports ephemera and comic books, and the other spaces is dedicated to sports cards and spaces for things like breaks.

Dave & Adam’s is mostly the spot you want to go to for new cards. Although…since they opened their shop in Cooperstown, I did notice some wax boxes and cello packs from the early 80’s in the shop…a little too rich for my blood. I had intended to go into Dave & Adam’s to get a box of 2023 Topps Big League…but there was a shipping issue and the boxes hadn’t arrived. Dave & Adam’s likes to put their discounted boxes etc., on little tables throughout the store. They didn’t have 2023 Big League. But they did have hobby boxes of 2021 Big League for $20.


I wasn’t going to pass that up.

I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. I like Big League. Big League, at least the card, design, is what I wish Topps base looked like…most of the time. 2019 Big League and, well, even the 2023 design, do leave a bit to be desired. But I collected the entire 2020 set.  I don’t think I’m going to do that with 2021, even with its discounted prices.

And here’s why.

You get a lot of doubles with Big League.



Not that that’s a bad thing…in some cases.

And you get a lot of inserts.





At eighteen packs and just ten cards per pack, it makes it harder to really build a set, unless you’re buying a lot of hobby boxes.

The set is rife with League Leader cards and Highlight cards…that just kind of turn me off a little bit.


That was before the 2023 edition. 2023 Big League now makes short print cards a part of their base set…which can make set building even more frustrating.

And this is a set for younger collectors?

I didn’t even get some of the cards I wanted.

Oh, well, guess it’s back to SportLots for me.

Anyway, that was all the sports carding that I did in Buffalo. Next, it was Pittsburgh and my favorite flea market spot in the eastern suburbs of Pittsburgh.


I went to one of my favorite dealers there, and hit his $1 box and his 10-cent Pittsburgh Pirates box.

I came away with something looking like this.


I managed to put together most of the 1977 and 1978 Pirates team set, though.


And no one puts a Johnny Ray rookie in a 10-cent box.


…although I was happy to find it.

In a perfect world, there’d be many more Pete Rose cards with him in an Expos uniform.


And Junk Wax sets for $10 a piece ain't too shabby.

Sadly, one of the dealers at Rossi's is no longer there. And he'd been there for as long as I'd gone to the place, even when I lived in Pittsburgh. So over twenty some years.

While I was in Pittsburgh, I had to hit up the Wal-Mart just to see how most collectors get to live.

The card wall didn’t disappoint.


And that was just a third of the space.

I had to get something there, right?

So, I grabbed a jumbo pack of 2022 Donruss football, and a jumbo pack of 2023 Topps Baseball series 1.

Here are the highlights of that.

And no trip home to Pittsburgh can be complete without a trip to PNC Park.


The Pirates were playing the White Sox. They ended up losing the game 11-5. Losing…something the Pirates, as of this writing, aren’t doing much of. I’ll enjoy it while it lasts

Thanks for reading! Happy Collecting!

NEXT FRIDAY: I was going to hae something BIG....but instead you get a baseball card tragedy story.







Thursday, April 13, 2023

THE SULTAN AND HIS TEMPLE ON THE HARLEM PLAIN: BABE RUTH AND YANKEE STADIUM BASEBALL CARD SETS by Russell Streur

 

 THE SULTAN AND HIS TEMPLE ON THE HARLEM PLAIN:

BABE RUTH AND YANKEE STADIUM BASEBALL CARD SETS


Entrance to Yankee Stadium, New York

Haberman’s, New York, 1920s.

 

It was big news on April 18, 1923, when the New York Yankees opened their new digs at East 161st Street and River Avenue in the Bronx against the Boston Red Sox. 

 

The park was the largest and most expensive field built to date, and the first to be called a stadium.  That wasn’t good enough for one reporter, who upped the ante and called it the “greatest of all temples dedicated to the national game.”  Another said it rose like a pyramid.

 

Stadium, temple, pyramid—whatever the appraisal, the event lived up to its billing.  The pass list to the festivities had 14,000 names on it.

 

Gates opened at noon.  Foot traffic was slow to begin, but by one o’clock the police had their hands full trying to maintain order.  At two, the grandstand was bursting at the seams.  Ten minutes later, the main gate was ordered closed.   Remaining bleacher seats quickly sold out.

 

Judge Kenesaw Mountain Landis, who took a late train to the stadium, had to be rescued from the throng and escorted into the park by police.

 

Not everyone was lucky enough to follow Landis through the turnstiles.  The Fire Department ordered all the gates closed at 3 o’clock with 25,000 hopeful patrons still outside the park. 

 

A few minutes later, John Philip Sousa and the Seventh Regiment Band played the Star-Spangled Banner while the national flag was raised above the field.

 

The Yankee’s 1922 American League pennant followed Old Glory up the pole.  The pennant won the louder cheers.

 

Teams and owners met at home plate to exchange the day’s pleasantries. 

 

Babe Ruth received a gift of an over-sized bat.

 

Empire State Governor Al Smith made news when he broke tradition with other celebrity mound artists and fired a strike into the glove of Yankee catcher Wally Schang with the ceremonial first pitch.

 

Umpire Tommy Connolly completed the rituals by calling for the game to start.

 

It was also big news during the afternoon when attendance was said to total more than 74,000.  The number was later scaled back to 62,000.  Either way, it was far and away a new record for a ball game.

 

Inside was like “a subway crush hour,” one witness testified, softened only by the availability of “49 million hot dogs” and half-percent Prohibition lager at 15 cents a stein. 

 

“The near beer was good,” noted one connoisseur.  “Even the bartenders drank it.”

 

But Babe Ruth brewed the biggest news of the day when he hit a three-run homer in the third to lead Yankees to a 4 to 1 win over his former team.  The Sporting News described the scene:

 

The moment Ruth's drive landed among the bleacher spectators, the crowd went mad. Hats, canes and umbrellas were thrown up and a tremendous volley of cheers greeted the smiling Bambino as he trotted around the circuit. Ruth needed just such an outburst of joy to swell his chest with pride. He had been in the dumps as a result of rather feeble hitting on the training trip and evidently was growing nervous. So when he jumped the old apple into the yawning and conveniently located stand for a jog around the bases he found himself a hero once more and was happy.

 

One reporter described the homer, 325 feet or so into the right field bleachers, as one of Ruth’s best, a “terrific drive” that never rose more than 30 feet above the field. 

 

Yankee pitcher Bob Shawkey said the fans cheered forever.

 

Yankee Manager Miller Huggins suggested the swing might propel Ruth to a 100-homer season.  “He is all confidence just now.  You just watch him.” 

 

The Brooklyn Times Union speculated the one home run might be enough to carry the Yankees to their third pennant.

 

Huggins misread his crystal ball.  Ruth finished the season with 41 homers, setting a club record .393 batting average while collecting 131 RBIs along the way.

 

The Times Union had the better look.  The Yankees defeated the New York Giants 4 games to 2 in the World Series that year.

 

The New York Times duly provided an account of the game, but for the Gray Lady, the stadium itself was the real story.

 

“It is big,” said the paper.  “It towers high in the air, three tiers piled one on the other.  It is a skyscraper among ball parks.  Seen from the vantage point of the nearby subway structure, the mere height of the grandstand is tremendous.  Baseball fans who sat in the last row of the steeply sloping third tier may well boast that they broke all altitude records short of those attained in an airplane.”

 

The Times was in the minority.  For everybody else, the thing was Ruth’s home run.  The conviction was especially held by the man who swung the bat.

 

“I’m the happiest guy in the world,” Ruth said the morning after the game.  “I said I would give a year of my life to make a home run in the opening game of the Yankee Stadium and I sure did make good.”

 

Ruth’s second wife Claire believed the round-tripper was the proudest moment in her husband’s career.  “He definitely talked about it more than any other homerun he ever hit,” she told one interviewer.

 

It all inspired New York Evening Telegram sportswriter Fred Lieb to name the park “The House That Ruth Built,” forever tying the man and the stadium together in the nation’s memory. 

 

Four particular collections of baseball cards connect Ruth to Yankee Stadium:

 

·         Megacards, The Babe Ruth Collection, 1992 (165 cards)

·         Megacards, Babe Ruth 100th Anniversary, 1995 (25 cards)

·         Upper Deck, Yankee Stadium Legacy Box Set, 2008 (100 cards)

·         Upper Deck, Inserts, The House Ruth Built, 2008 (25 cards).

 

Megacards, 1992, The Babe Ruth Collection


Sharing a common origin, it is no surprise that the cards in The Babe Ruth Collection closely resemble The Sporting News Conlon issues of 1991—1994.  Top, Megacards, The Babe Ruth Collection, 1992, Card 105, Sultan of Swat; bottom, The Sporting News Conlon Collection, 1992, Card 663, promotional, Game of the Century.

 

Babe Ruth led an expensive, excessive and extravagant life that sometimes crossed the border into alcoholic debauchery. 

 

Frank Lieb tells stories of a detective reporting Ruth having trysts with six women in one night, being run out of a hotel at gunpoint by an irate husband, and being chased through Pullman cars on a train one night by the knife-wielding bride of a Louisiana legislator.  The press kept quiet.  “If she had carved up the Babe, we would have had a hell of a story,” said one scribe who witnessed the race.

 

His salary demands were an annual source of debate and amusement among the sporting press.

 

Yankee co-owner Colonel Til Huston tried to rein in the Babe in 1922.  “We know you’ve been drinking and whoring all hours of the night, and paying no attention to training rules.  As we are giving you a quarter-million for the next five years, we want you to act with more responsibility.  You can drink beer and enjoy cards and be in your room by eleven o’clock, the same as the other players.  It still gives you a lot of time to have a good time.”

 

“Colonel, I’ll promise to go easier on drinking, and get to bed earlier,” Ruth promised.  “But not for you, fifty thousand dollars, or two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, will I give up women.  They’re too much fun.”

 

The high life caught up with Ruth in the spring of 1925.  An ulcer put the slugger into the hospital for five weeks.  It didn’t slow him down much.  In August, he was suspended and fined $5,000 for showing up late to batting practice after a night on the town.

 

That fall, Ruth admitted he had been “the sappiest of saps” in an interview with Joe Winkworth of Collier’s magazine. 

 

“I am through with the pests and the good-time guys,” Ruth declared.  “Between them and a few crooks I have thrown away more than a quarter million dollars.”

 

Ruth listed a partial toll.  $125,000 on gambling, $100,000 on bad business investments, $25,000 in lawyer fees to fight blackmail.  General high living cost another quarter million.

 

“But I don’t regret those things,” Ruth said.  “I was the home run king, and I  was just living up to the title.”

 

Four dozen bats waited for Ruth at the Yankees St. Petersburg training camp in 1928, some of the dark green “Betsy” color that powered many of Ruth’s 60 homers in 1927 and the rest the slugger’s favored gold.  The bats averaged 48 ounces, 6 ounces less than Ruth had formerly swung.

 

“At last I’ve got some sense,” Ruth told sportswriter and cartoonist Robert Edgren that year.  “I used to think Jack Dempsey was foolish to train all the time—but Jack never got fat, did he?

 

“So this winter I’ve been keeping up a mild course of training most of the time.  I’ve done a lot of hunting and on top I spend my spare time playing handball, wrestling and boxing in Artie McGovern’s gym.  But the  diet is the big thing.”

 

“You can’t be a hog and an athlete at the same time,” McGovern admonished the Babe.  “You eat enough to kill a horse.”

 

Ruth followed McGovern’s advice that spring, slashing his meat consumption and loading up on fruits and vegetables.

 

“More important,” said Edgren, “he still has a boy’s enthusiasm for baseball.”

 

McGovern’s watchful eye and the lighter lumber kept Ruth at the top of his game. So did his marriage to the ever-vigilant Claire Merritt Hodgson.  Between 1928 and 1931, Ruth homered 195 times and drove in 612 runs.

 


Megacards, The Babe Ruth Collection, 1992.

Card 121, Claire Hodgson

 

The well-curated and comprehensive 1992 Megacards set traces Babe Ruth’s career in 165 cards. The set is divided into specific sections, among them year-by-year summaries of his baseball career, his World Series play, records he established, career highlights and anecdotes and remembrances by family members, teammates and his friends.

 


Megacards, The Babe Ruth Collection, 1992.

Card 32, 1918 World Series.

 

It is easy to remember Ruth as the home-run hitting hero for the New York Yankees in their seven World Series wins between 1923 and 1938.  It is less easily remembered that he won three championships pitching for the Boston Red Sox, the first as a reserve in 1915 and then on the mound in 1916 and 1918.  His 14-inning, 2 to 1 win against Sherry Smith of the Brooklyn Dodgers in Game Two in 1916 remains one of the greatest post-season pitching performances in the history of the game.  In 1918, Ruth won both of his starts against the Chicago Cubs.  Between the two series, Ruth pitched 29 1/3 straight scoreless innings, a record that stood for decades.

 


 

Megacards, The Babe Ruth Collection, 1992. 

Clockwise from upper left:  Card 9, Ruth pitches Red Sox to 24 wins in 1917; Card 16, wins batting title in 1924 with a .378 average; Card 22, knocks nine home runs in a week during 1930, including the longest ever hit at Shibe Park; Card 25, drives in 100 or more runs his 13th and last time in 1933.

 

 


Megacards, The Babe Ruth Collection, 1992. 

Top to bottom:  Card 108, Ruth was the first player to hit 20, 30, 40, 50 and 60 home runs in a season;  Card 92, in 1934, Ruth led a group of American League players on a 17-game exhibition tour of Japan.  A half-a-million or more fans watched the players parade through the Ginza on the second day of the expedition; Card 94, inducted into the hall of fame, 1939.



Megacards, The Babe Ruth Collection, 1992, the home runs.

Clockwise from upper left: Card 72, First Home Run;  Card 77, First Home Run in Yankee Stadium;

Card 81, Babe and Lou  combine for 107 homers; Card 93, Last Major League Homers.

 

 Babe Ruth was a draw on the baseball field and at the box office too.


Ruth signed the biggest contract baseball had ever seen in March 3, 1927. He arrived in New York that morning on the Twentieth Century Limited at Grand Central Station from Los Angeles, where he had just finished filming a silent romance comedy, Babe Comes Home, with the Swedish actress Anna Q. Nilsson.


"I have worked harder in the past four weeks than I ever did in my life," Ruth told a gaggle of reporters. "This making a moving picture is no joke. Maybe you think it's all play, but take it from me, it is nothing but twelve to fifteen hours' hard work every day.

"I never had an hour to myself from the minute I started until I left town. I'm mighty glad the picture is finished and I am anxious to see it. I think I will make a hit as an actor."

Jacob Ruppert suggested Ruth would be better off on the diamond. It was good advice.

 


Image in the public domain.

 

 

Megacards, 1995, Babe Ruth 100th Anniversary

 

Megacards produced a 25-card set Babe Ruth set in 1995 to mark the 100th anniversary of the legend’s birth. 



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Megacards, The Babe Ruth Collection, Promotion, 1994, Card 888, Beating the Odds.

 

Upper Deck, 2008, Yankee Stadium Legacy

 

In 2008 and 2009, Upper Deck marked the last season of the original Yankee Stadium by issuing an enormous 6,742 insert set, one card for every game played at the park or other historic sporting event that occurred on the grounds.    Ruth is featured on many of the cards, either as a representative player for the day or because of a game highlight, The final card in the set documents Andy Pettitte’s win over the Baltimore Orioles on September 21, 2008.

 

 


                         Upper Deck, Yankee Stadium Legacy, 2008.  Card 6742, Andy Pettitte.

 

The company also issued a more accessible 100-card boxed stadium legacy set.  Babe Ruth overshadowed all his teammates.  Only Lou Gehrig pulled some of the spotlight away from the home run king.  Still, it was a big shadow.  “There was plenty of room to spread out,” said the Yankee first baseman.



Upper Deck, Yankee Stadium Box Set, 2008. Some of the Babe’s teammates. 

Clockwise from upper left:  Card 6, Bob Meusel;  Card 7, Herb Pennock; Card 9, Urban Shocker; Card 8, Earle Combs.  Meusel led the league with 138 RBI in 1925.  Pennock notched 115 wins in his first six seasons with the Yankees from 1923 to 1928.  Shocker won 49 games for the team between 1925 and 1927.  The speedy Combs scored 143 runs in 1932, one of eight straight seasons the centerfielder scored 100 or more runs.  Most of the cards in the boxed set picture later members of the Yankee fraternity.

 

Upper Deck, 2008, Inserts, The House Ruth Built

 

Upper Deck also distributed a separate insert set of 25 cards in 2008 under the title The House that Ruth Built.  The first three cards highlight the 1923 season.

 

 


Later in the set, an eight-card sequence including numbers 8, 10 and 13, below, chronicles Ruth’s 60-home run 1927 season.

 

 

 

 


 

 Yankee owner Jacob Ruppert never completely bought the story line that Ruth built Yankee Stadium.  Ruppert said Yankee Stadium was a mistake.  “Not mine,” the Colonel added, “but the Giants.” 

 


Alfred Mainzer, New York City

The Polo Grounds, 1937.

 

Simmering disputes marred the ten years the Yankees played as a tenant of Horace Stoneham’s tenant of the New York Giants at the Polo Grounds.  The moguls argued over playing dates, leasing fees, and future plans.  In 1920, Stoneham delivered a quickly-withdrawn eviction notice on the Yankees, convincing Ruppert to pack his team’s bags and head across the river.

 


Alfred Mainzer, New York City

 A flag bedecked and sold-out Yankee Stadium, 1951.

 

 


 

Topps 1962, Card No. 144, Babe Ruth Special, Farewell Speech.

 

Major League Baseball celebrated Babe Ruth Day at each of the seven games played on April 27, 1947 (Detroit at Cleveland was postponed).    58,000 fans attended the event at Yankee Stadium.  The other parks drew a total of 190,000 and the ceremonies were broadcast on radio around the world.  Francis Cardinal Spellman delivered the invocation, describing Ruth as a sports hero and a champion of fair play. 

 

On the secular plane, Ford Motor Company gave the Babe a $5,00 Lincoln Continental.  The presidents of the National and American Leagues presented Ruth a medal on which was inscribed the message “To Babe Ruth, whose tremendous batting average over the years is exceeded only by the size of his heart.”  

 

Suffering from throat cancer, Ruth was able to muster a short farewell speech barely audible into the microphone.  “There’s been so many lovely things said about me,” Ruth concluded.  “I’m glad I had the opportunity to thank everybody.”  The New York Times said the ovation for the slugger was the greatest in the history of the national pastime.

 

 


 

Upper Deck 2008, The House That Ruth Built, HRB-25. 

Jersey Retired.

 

Almost as an anti-climax, the Yankees retired Babe Ruth’s number 14 months later on June 13, 1948.  But the cheers were still there.  “He never received a finer reception,” wrote Oscar Fraley of the United Press. “It was a roar that sounded as if the 50,000 fans were trying to tear down the house that Ruth built.”

 

The Sultan of Swat died an old man at the young age of 53 on August 16, 1948.  His body lay in state for two days after his death at the main entrance of Yankee Stadium.  Tens of thousands of fans paid their last respects to the slugger.

 

 

Megacards, The Babe Ruth Collection, 1992.

Card 163, Game Called.

 

Except where noted, all images from the author’s collections.


-- Russell Streur

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