When all was said and done, I wrote what I thought was a stellar paper. Ty Cobb, the Georgia Peach, was the greatest. And when all was said and done, Ms. Saltzbart graced that paper with a U and U-. U (Unsatisfactory) for research, and U- for the writing itself.
Now for the record, up until that time I had always been an A student. I was in the honors programs, and even in Ms. Saltzbart's class I had almost all Aces throughout the year so that my final grade averaged to be a C in the fourth quarter even with these bad marks, my first C in high school. And like the dutiful "good kid" I was, I accepted my fate... except, I had to ask why this happened. Where had I gone wrong?
When I went to speak with her after class the following day she replied that I failed because, "Joe DiMaggio is the greatest baseball player of all time." That was the sum total of why I failed. She had nothing more to say.
All these years I dismissed her conclusion as wacko. Until today, actually. It may be that all my rambling comparisons of baseball stats missed something important. In Hemingway's Nobel Prize-winning Old Man and the Sea, Santiago took inspiration from DiMaggio, the man who never gave up. The theme song from the Oscar-winning The Graduate features this Paul Simon line, "Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?" The great pop culture status icon Marilyn Monroe even married the guy. In other words, I never factored in the effect Joe DiMaggio had had on the broader culture.
Seven player strikes and all the wrangling over contracts, salaries and taxes for stadiums has taken a lot of luster off the Great American Game. There was a time when It Happens Every Spring played on Saturday Night at the Movies the weekend before the season opener. There was a time when everyone knew more than a few of the stars. And literary giants wrote about the men who played it.
One such literary giant of our century past was John Updike, and the player he wrote an incredible baseball essay about was Ted Williams. Hub Fans Bid Kid Adieu is a must read if you were ever a fan of baseball. The essay, which begins as follows, appeared in The New Yorker in 1960 back when I was reading Casper the Friendly Ghost comics. The opening is wonderful.

Ted Williams was another of the great ones. It may be that had I read Updike before writing about Ty Cobb I would have produced a better paper. Or if I had taken a typing class freshman year instead of senior year, since my handwriting may have been a tad too illegible for a teacher staring at a pile of term papers through eyes befogged by cocktails. ("Objection! Calls for speculation.")
I would strongly encourage you to follow this link and bookmark the Updike piece. It's a masterful work and one of the greater bits of baseball literature ever written.
Trivia: Joe DiMaggio's contract, when making appearances, stipulated that he be introduced as "the greatest baseball player of all time." May we ourselves never be quite so vain.
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This blog post was originally published on August 11, 2010.
Check out this page to see who Encyclopedia Britannica's editor picked as the Top Ten Baseball Players of All Time.
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This blog post was originally published on August 11, 2010.
Check out this page to see who Encyclopedia Britannica's editor picked as the Top Ten Baseball Players of All Time.
4 comments:
There will never EVER be another player as great as Willie Mays, The Say-Hey Kid. Your instructor should have been taken to task over her arbitrary treatment of your paper, your writing, your argument. I assume everyone else in the class who did not choose Joltin' Joe received a "U" as well.
Yes, the Say-Hey Kid was one of the great ones.... Many a long hour has probably been spent debating this topic. The Britannica list has him as #2 behind Ruth. Some folks would argue that many of today's players are better than the old stars, that the game has really evolved, etc.
This was a term paper so we chose our topics and no one else had the misfortune of writing about who is the Greatest Baseball Player so as to encounter the trap I ran into.
thanks for the note.
I'm admittedly speculating, here ... but could it possibly be that your teacher had made it a point to tell the class something like "Joe DiMaggio's contract, when making appearances, stipulated that he be introduced as "the greatest baseball player of all time,"" and that she flunked you for having written about somebody altogether different than whom she assigned you to write about?
I know sometimes I feel a bit irritated at my students for completely missing a grammar point I spent several minutes lecturing on -- and illustrating, and emphasizing, and harping on -- during the lecture portion of one of my writing classes. And I have been known to have flunked a paper or two for having outrageously done so.
It's kind of hard to believe that she would flunk a student based just on her dogmatic opinion, on such a trivial matter, besides. Anything is possible, I suppose.
I learned later from Mr. Griffith, my civics teacher who later became guidance counsellor and history teacher and ultimately (six years later) Mayor of Bridgewater that Miss ___ was an alcoholic and did not teach after that year, being dismissed for reasons he did not elaborate on beyond that.
Your hypothesis misses in that we were free to write about any topic we wanted and I was the only one who wrote on this. She reviewed our work at various points along the way and there were no signals of erroneous work going on. In fact, I was so passionate about my subject that I was doing far more than what was required.
My handwriting was poor, I can acknowledge that, but the two grades I received were for other reasons and there was no comment on the handwriting. I dod not doubt that she may have been irritated at having to read long-winded student papers by students who had not yet taken typing classes.
C'est la vie.
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