Today May 6 is Willie Mays’ birthday. It is also the anniversary of the best pitched game in Cubs’ history. As all of us sports fans wait impatiently for live sports to begin again, one of the bright spots has been the writing of Joe Posnanski, columnist for the Kansas City Star and the Athletic. Posnanski has treated sports readers to his top 100 list of favorite players, culminating with Mays in the top spot. With this list receiving glowing reviews, Posnanski decided to treat us to his list of top fifty favorite baseball moments. I look forward to his writing everyday. With the likelihood of baseball being played in 2020 becoming bleaker with each passing day, I have been baseball heavy in my reading choices. And as I have enjoyed Posnanski’s writing, I decided to pick up his book on the Negro Leagues and was treated to a gem of a book.
The year 2020 marks the 100th anniversary of the founding of the Negro Leagues. Major League Baseball chose to become white only as early as the 1880s, necessitating a Negro Leagues in the first place. Some of the top players in those leagues may well have been as good if not better than stars Babe Ruth and Cy Young. Sadly, because Cool Papa Bell, Josh Gibson, Double Duty Radcliffe, et al were never given an opportunity to play in the Major Leagues, people will never know how valid these claims are. Until 1947, the Negro Leagues remained a separate entity, and, according to the few left who played, might have been of higher quality than the Majors. Other than a few exhibitions each year, the Leagues never crossed paths. Babe Ruth advocated for the Negros; most stars did if it meant an extra chance to win a pennant. With white supremacist commissioner Kennesaw Mountain Landis in charge of the majors until after World War II, integration during the Negro League’s heyday was not even a kernel of an idea. So the Negro Leagues endured for better or worse.
No former player or coach embodied the spirit of the Negro Leagues better than Buck O’Neil, player and later manager of the famed Kansas City Monarchs teams that served as a gateway to the Majors. O’Neil and Posnanski crossed paths on a number of occasions with both hailing from Kansas City. Posnanski had already written other books at the time but was given the idea to write a book about O’Neil, a living history museum of a person. What ensued was Posnanski following O’Neil across the United States for a better part of two years as he engaged Americans on the Negro Leagues and it’s players and history. The result was a treasure trove of stories and advice from a nonagenarian with a sharp memory who saw the country change, in his words for the better, before his very eyes. Buck O’Neil was married to baseball, and his love for the Negro Leagues flows from these pages. O’Neil noted that the two very best things are baseball and jazz, and baseball played by the Negro Leaguers was a sort of jazz of its own, music played on the basepaths. Posnanski was privileged to be in the presence of this living legend and preserve more of his story.
Buck O’Neil had a story for each player and city and spot on his travels. His Nancy story had been told over 10,000 times, and he always stopped for a woman in a red dress. In his heart, he believed that Negro Leaguers belonged in the hall of fame, even if advocating for others came at the expense of himself. O’Neil long stopped going to funerals because he was the longest living teammate and always asked to speak, and at his age this tugged on his heart. What he enjoyed was a day at the ballpark because he never thought the game changed, just the people playing it. As long as he got his ice cream and crackerjack, O’Neil was a happy man. O’Neil was the first black coach in the major leagues and later a scout for the Cubs. He scouted multiple hall of famers and saved many careers. Generations of African American stars owe their career to him, and many revere him even more than Jackie Robinson whose memory fades farther into the past. This is why I read of old time players, O’Neil, the Negro Leagues, and others from generations gone by so that those special memories and stories do not fade away and stay at the forefront of our collective psyches.
Buck O’Neil lived to be nearly ninety five years old. A special party was planned in his honor but sadly he did not make it to see the day. O’Neil and his wife of fifty one years Ora Lee never had children, so O’Neil lovingly referred to Posnanski as his son and permitted him in his hospital room in his last moments. Sadly, O’Neil never saw this book come to fruition, but Posnanski notes that O’Neil would not have been sad. He always said “good black don’t crack” and never regretted a long life lived. O’Neil is one of the speakers on Ken Burns’ baseball documentary, describing both the Negro Leagues and African Americans who helped to integrate the majors. Posnanski has provided baseball fans starving for game action with a more intimate look at one of the game’s treasures. Buck O’Neil embodied the Negro Leagues and was indeed his own Hall of Fame.
4.5 stars