Unlike
today’s Boston Red Sox and many St. Louis Cardinals, their whiskers grew out of
religious conviction as members of a commune founded by a charismatic preacher.
They
prospered and hired pros like Grover Cleveland Alexander, Satchel Paige and
Mordecai Brown, some of whom went unshaven while others wore chin toupees, and inspired
imitators, including the Black House of David, an African-American nine that
played only in the Negro Leagues.
For
today’s integrated major leagues and their TV partners, a Series without teams
from major markets like New York and LA is a financial hardship, but can the
beards bring out the rubes as they did in the olden days?
For
one ancient fan, they succeed only in making his face itch, but all is not lost
in the nostalgia department.
Tweeters
are excited by signs that Red Sox pitcher Jon Lester may have used a foreign substance in his glove during Game One, the way they did way back when.
Not
exactly another steroids scandal, but in these days dominated by statistics and
science, any eccentricity is welcome. Beards, long hair, tattoos, anything, as
long as they can hit, pitch and field.
Where
have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?
Despite the emphasis on statistics, superstition is alive and well in baseball.
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