Thursday, December 11, 2008

Catching Dan Haren, a rising star

Dan Haren is now an established big-league pitcher, but he was a fast-rising star for the Triple-A Memphis Redbirds when I photographed him on July 6, 2004, at AutoZone Park in Memphis.

Haren, a two-time All-Star, just completed a terrific first season for the Arizona Diamondbacks, compiling a 16-8 record in 2008. He previously pitched for St. Louis and Oakland.

Photo by Darrin M. Devault

Monday, December 1, 2008

All Tennessee team

What players would constitute an all-star team of players native to Tennessee?

1B - Todd Helton (Knoxville)
2B - Phil Garner (Jefferson City)
SS -
3B - Bill "Mad Dog" Madlock (Memphis)
LF - Joe Scott (Memphis)
CF - Steve Finley (Union City)
RF - "Gentleman" Jim Hickman (Henning)
C - Tim McCarver (Memphis)
SP - Vada Pinson (Memphis)
RHP -
LHP - David West (Memphis)
Mgr. - Phil Garner (Jefferson City, Tenn.)

What do you think? Who would you add/delete?

Monday, November 17, 2008

Scrambling back to the base

Capturing a good baseball image is a big challenge of sports photography because the game can sometimes lull you to sleep as you wait for a bang-bang action play.

But this photo I shot on July 24, 1988, shows Jim Booz scrambling head-first back to the base before the throw.

I was serving as sports editor for the State Gazette in Dyersburg, Tenn., when I took this photo. I remember Jim as a versatile, heady ballplayer for Dyer County High School who had strong support from his parents and siblings.

Not surprisingly, Jim has stayed involved in sports through the years and is now associate director of athletics at the University of Virginia.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Hitting grounders for Mac's Bargain House


Back in 1977, I struck fear in opposing infielders in the Hollow Rock-Bruceton (Tenn.) Little League with my ability to hit grounders for Mac's Bargain House.

Not to mention my ability to scowl at the pitcher.

There were only four teams in the league, so I got to know the guys on Hopper Drug, H.I.S., and Bank pretty well.

Especially the infielders!

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Pitcher's Desire Overrides His Handicap

All his life, Chris Moore has wanted people to recognize him simply as a baseball player.

Not a novelty, not a sympathy case.

A ballplayer.

But for Moore, a freshman pitcher at Dyersburg State Community College, that's always been difficult. He can't conceal his handicap.

"Special Olympics and things like that are OK for others, but it's important for me to compete with normal kids," said the 19-year-old Moore, of tiny Hornersville in the Missouri Bootheel, who was born with cerebral palsy in his right hand and leg. "All I want to be is a ballplayer."

The condition forces Moore to pitch and catch with his left hand, a feat nothing short of phenomenal but something he's done so long he can't remember how he learned.

"I don't remember starting it," said Moore, who walks and runs with a limp. "I just did it, I guess. All I remember is playing catch over and over when I was a kid."

Moore received his first glove from his dad, Buddy, when he was 3 or 4. "My dad's the one who pushed me. He never let me slack."

DSCC Coach Jack Overbey marvels at Moore's talent and competitiveness.

"He's an inspiration to me," Overbey said. "Just being around him fires me up. And if that kid isn't an inspiration to the other guys on our team, then there's nothing that would motivate them."

Moore was the stopper in DSCC's bullpen this spring, finishing the season with an impressive 2-0 record and three saves in 17 2/3 innings pitched. He also had 11 strikeouts and a 3.56 earned run average.

"I knew I could pitch (on the college level) if I got the chance," Moore said.

Overbey admits he was reluctant to take a chance on Moore. He was more interested in Moore's high school teammates (Ryan Hunter and Sean Brooks) than he was in risking a scholarship on a handicapped athlete. "It was strictly a gamble," Overbey said.

When fall semester began, however, all three players fro Senath-Hornersville High School's state runner-ups were on Overbey's roster.

"There was something about him that was different," Overbey said. "The kid has a pure love for baseball because that's all he talks about. But the big thing was he wanted to stay with his buddies. They're like brothers."

The trio has been playing baseball together since they were big enough to swing a bat, Moore said.

"Every time they advanced a level, I kept playing right with them," Moore said. "But I wouldn't want to be on the team just because it's a novelty. I wouldn't feel right.

"As long as I can compete, I'm going to go on until they tell me I can't play anymore," he said.

Greg Holifield, who coaches Senath-Hornersville High, remembered Moore and his buddies well. They helped Senate capture four consecutive district titles.

"We've got a good baseball tradition here and those kids were certainly a part of that," Holifield said. "Ryan and Sean were outstanding high school pitchers. And Chris, every time he got the call, he did the job. He's a competitor, a battler. If you need a win or someone to close out a win, he's got the mental makeup for it."

Moore is now only used as a relief pitcher, where he doesn't have to worry about batting, but he also played first base in high school. "I can put the wood on the ball," he said.

Moore's teammates cheer wildly whenever he pitches, yelling for the guy they call "Egger" or "Eggersley" after Oakland A's reliever Dennis Eckersley.

"Ryan and Sean brought that nickname for me from high school," Moore said sheepishly. "One Halloween night somebody hit me on the head with an egg, and the next day at school, everybody started calling me 'egger' and 'egghead.' That eventually grew into 'Eggersley.'"

Moore now leaves egg on the faces of opposing batters.

"If I've got all of my pitches going, I can strike you out," said Moore, who throws a fastball, curve and screwball.

Overbey recalled worrying about Moore when he first pitched in a fall scrimmage game.

"I know he can pitch," Overbey said. "What scares me is for people to bunt on him. But last fall, we were scrimmaging Bethel College and this boy hit a line drive that hit Chris on the foot.

"We rushed him to the hospital for X-rays and he was all right," he continued. "When we got back to the field, his dad looked and him and said, 'Boy, I told you to quit throwing that damn pitch.'"

Holifield said that story is consistent with Moore and his father's approach to the game.

"He'll stick his nose in there and take shots off his body if he has to," Holifield said.

Overbey no longer worries about Moore getting hurt or other teams trying to exploit hs handicap.

"At this particular time, I have all the confidence in the world (in him)," Overbey said. "I wouldn't hesitate one second to put him in any situation against anybody we play."

Watching the southpaw Moore on the mound immediately reminds you of Jim Abbott, the California Angels pitcher who was born without a right hand and never pitched in the minor leagues. He made an extraordinary jump from the University of Michigan and pitching for the gold medal-winning 1988 U.S. Olympic team straight to the major leagues.

Last year, Abbott began the season with seven straight losses but erased any doubts he belonged in the majors when he rebounded to post an 18-11 record.

"The only difference between he and Abbott is that Chris is crippled in his leg, too," Overbey said.

Moore met Abbott two summers ago in Kansas City prior to a Royals-Angels game.

"We talked about everything," Moore recalled. "He's a real nice man. When I see him pitch, I'm in amazement. I can appreciate the way he does things more than myself.

"Of course, he's done a lot more than I have ... so far," he added, smiling.

Moore is seeking a degree in secondary education and wants to be a coach someday, but he said there's more he would like to accomplish as a player.

"Right now, I just enjoy it when I get out there on the mound," Moore said. "My adrenaline gets flowing. There I am facing batters with two good arms and I've only got one good arm supposedly. It feels good if I can get them out.

"The game's just fun to be around," he added. "I don't know what I'd be doing I wasn't playing ball."

Note: Darrin M. Devault wrote this article in 1991 while a staff member of the State Gazette newspaper in Dyersburg, Tenn.

Cal Ripken Jr.: "An unintentional hero"

Hundreds of fans swarmed Cal Ripken Jr. outside Doubleday Field in Cooperstown, N.Y., on July 28, 2007, clamoring to shake the baseball legend's hand and get his autograph on the day before his induction into the National Baseball Hall of Fame.

"Iron Man" Ripken holds the Major League record for most consecutive games played.

Ripken wrote in his 2007 book, Get in the Game: Eight Elements of Perseverance That Make the Difference:

"Playing in 2,632 consecutive ball games and breaking Lou Gehrig's record had nothing to do with extraordinary talent. I didn't have a bionic body or a burning desire for the spotlight.

"I simply showed up and honored the game of baseball by playing as well as I could as often as I could. In doing so, I became an unintentional hero."

Photo by Darrin M. Devault

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

When it comes to mascots, bird is the word

I have a big soft spot for baseball mascots because of the way they interact with young fans and get them interested in our national pastime.

My two favorite mascots are redbirds—Fredbird of the St. Louis Cardinals and Rockey the Rockin' Redbird of the Triple-A Memphis Redbirds.

I took this photo of Fredbird on June 18, 2008, at Busch Stadium in St. Louis at a game between the Cardinals and Kansas City Royals.

Keep your beaks held high, guys, and someday you'll end up in the Mascot Hall of Fame.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Greer Stadium, Nashville



Photo #1: The enormous guitar scoreboard at Greer Stadium.

"Some folks that I know here in town are very sentimental about the scoreboard, the same way that many people are about the hand-operated one that can be found at Fenway Park in Boston," Robert Benson wrote in his 2001 book, The Game: One Man, Nine Innings, A Love Affair with Baseball.

Photo #2: A June 2008 game at Greer Stadium between the Sounds and Memphis Redbirds.

Photos by Darrin M. Devault

Saturday, November 8, 2008

The dismantling of historic Tiger Stadium



The Detroit Tigers played 6,783 baseball games in historic Tiger Stadium before abandoning it after the 1999 season for the new downtown Comerica Park.

My father Dan watched his first big-league game here in the 1950s when the ballpark was known as Briggs Stadium. He gave me a ticket stub from the game, and I have kept it for more than 30 years.

My wife and I made a brief stop at the famous corner of Michigan and Trumbull on Dec. 27, 2005, during our first visit to the Motor City.

I'm really glad we did, or else we would have never seen the old ballpark as it looked when it closed.

A group called The Old Tiger Stadium Conservancy is working to preserve the playing field and a portion of the stadium from the wrecking ball, but regrettably a large part of the park was dismantled earlier this year.

Check out complete coverage in the Detroit Free Press and visit PreserveTigerStadium.com for more information.

Photo #1: A state of Michigan historical marker used to be mounted on the facade of Tiger Stadium, but it has been stolen since our visit.

Photo #2: Outside Tiger Stadium on Dec. 27, 2005.

Photo #3: Unfortunately, many souvenir shops are also forced to close along with their forgotten big-league ballpark. The building "wearing" this old baseball advertisement was located across the street from Tiger Stadium.

Photos by Darrin M. Devault

Friday, November 7, 2008

A prince of a first baseman

It's fun to photograph a rising baseball star when he's still in the minor leagues.

When I saw Prince Fielder play in 2004, he was a 20-year-old first baseman for the Huntsville Stars of the Southern League.

It was apparent that this hefty slugger was a shoo-in for the majors. And he's proven his worth with the Milwaukee Brewers, slamming 84 home runs over the past two seasons.

I took this photo on Aug. 27, 2004, during a game Fielder played against the West Tenn Diamond Jaxx at Pringles Park in Jackson, Tenn.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Images of Rickwood Field in Birmingham, Ala.




I had heard many stories about Rickwood Field in Birmingham, Ala., but never took time to drop by for a visit until I shot these images in fall 2004.

Willie Mays and Satchell Paige are among the baseball legends who graced the green grass at America's oldest professional ballpark.

The city's double-A Barons played at Rickwood for many years before leaving after the 1987 season for a new ballpark in suburban Hoover. 

But the cozy park built in 1910 still hosts the annual Rickwood Classic, which pits the Barons against a fellow Southern League foe, as well as small college games.

I hope to attend a future Rickwood Classic to experience what baseball was like many years ago. 

Until then, I reckon these images will have to do.

For more on the ballpark, check out the Friends of Rickwood blog.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Nana and her Big Red Machine

I loved my Nana (and her chocolate pie) as much as she loved following Cincinnati's Big Red Machine of the 1970s.

Nana was Iota Fry, my great-grandmother and lover of God, her family, and baseball.

Everyone else in Bruceton, Tenn., knew her as Mama Fry or Miss Iota, but she was simply Nana to my brother Michael and me.

Among many other life lessons, Nana taught us what it meant to fervently follow a sports team.

Her team featured the fearsome lineup of Johnny Bench, Tony Perez (she pronounced his last name "Ferez"), Pete Rose, Joe Morgan, Dave Concepcion, Ken Griffey Sr., and Cesar Geronimo.

Whenever we visited her house, she was always ready to discuss the box score from the previous day's game and debate the strategies of manager Sparky Anderson.

And, on frequent Saturday afternoons in the mid-70s when the Reds were winning big, she got to watch the Reds play on the Game of the Week on her black-and-white TV.

Occasionally, when we tried to kid her about one of her Cincy guys, she kidded us right back by "threatening" to get us with her fly-swatter.

My parents took her with us to St. Louis to see the Cardinals play the Reds when I was 11 or 12 years old. She was in her 70s at the time, and I remember my parents being fearful that she would pass out from heatstroke inside old Busch Stadium on a blistering summer afternoon.

Nana wore a huge gardening hat to shield her fair skin from the sun. Fortunately, it worked and she had the time of her life.

The photo of her above is from a baseball exhibit we saw during the trip. We photographed her standing next to Bench's game-worn #5 Reds uniform and cap.

It's one of my favorite baseball memories.

I wouldn't be surprised if Nana watches baseball every day in heaven, and she probably can't wait for the Big Red Machine reunion.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

1995 Baseball Vacation: Day 6

Looking back at a baseball vacation taken 13 years ago...

Friday, August 11, 1995

We left the Milwaukee area for Chicago around 11 a.m. We arrived and loafed along the "Magnificent Mile" in the afternoon, stopping to window shop and people watch.

This was the last game of our trip. We went to new Comiskey Park to see the White Sox play Oakland.

The new stadium was built less than an outfield-to-home's throw from old Comiskey, which is now a parking lot. Incidentally, we parked about 15 feet from the home plate in the original park.

Comiskey Park (now known as U.S. Cellular Field) was the cleanest of all the stadiums we visited and the stadium workers were definitely trained in proper customer service.

Their training came in handy when a fan in the rightfield bleachers couldn't handle an Oakland player's home run ball. It went through the fan's hands, hitting him on the chin.

The fan survived, and so did the White Sox, who won 13-5.

Five games in six days and a side trip to the "Field of Dreams."

Now that's living a baseball dream!

1995 Baseball Vacation: Day 5

Looking back at a baseball vacation taken 13 years ago...

Thursday, August 10, 1995

We got up at 6 a.m. and ate the hotel's continental breakfast before beginning the five-hour drive to Milwaukee.

We arrived 30 minutes before the Brewers met Toronto in a matinee game.

The atmosphere outside County Stadium was nothing short of festive. Hundreds of people were drinking beer (imagine that in Milwaukee!) and grilling hamburgers and bratwursts.

While standing in line to buy tickets, a woman approached us and gave us a pair of tickets.

It was at least 90 degrees at game time, so we sunbaked in the bleachers.


That evening we stayed at a hotel several miles south of Milwaukee. Our lack of sleep Tuesday night and Wednesday caught up with us. We slept for more than 12 hours.

Coming tomorrow: Remembering Day 6 of the trip

Monday, September 22, 2008

1995 Baseball Vacation: Day 4

Looking back at a baseball vacation taken 13 years ago...

Wednesday, August  9, 1995

Michael took the wheel shortly after midnight and drove from Des Moines to Iowa City and up to Cedar Rapids.

I napped.

The only vehicles we passed in Iowa were 18-wheelers.

I began driving again at Cedar Rapids, where we left the interstate for 70 miles of two-lane highways. We finally arrived at 4:45 a.m. and slept in my truck outside the "Field of Dreams" until the sun peered over Iowa's endless miles of cornfields.

The movie site didn't open until 9 a.m., so we ate breakfast at Hardee's and waited.

We arrived at the "Field of Dreams" promptly at 9 a.m., itching to play. The baseball diamond, which was carved from a cornfield, and two-story house were just as they looked in the Academy Award-nominated movie.

There were a handful of guys taking batting practice. We immediately joined them. After an hour and a half, there were about 60 tourists at the field.

"We have anywhere from a couple of hundred to a thousand visitors a day," said Rita Ameskamp, who owns the left side of the "Field of Dreams" with her husband, Al.

Another farmer owns the house and the right side of the diamond.

Both owners operate souvenir stands on their respective sides of the diamond, and there's obviously enough business for each to be successful.

Around 11:30 a.m., we hit the road in order to reach Minneapolis in time to see the Minnesota Twins play Oakland

We were running on 30-plus hours without any "real" sleep, and it was another five to six hours to Minneapolis.

I half-heartedly mentioned camping again, but Michael balked. "I don't know about you, but I'm sleeping in a bed tonight," he said.

We showered at the hotel, then drove to the Hubert H. Humphrey Metrodome. Maybe I'm a traditionalist, but baseball in a dome stadium just didn't seem right. I liked it for one reason only -- air conditioning.

Oakland beat the Twins, 6-3, in 10 innings. After the game, we crashed at the hotel.

Coming tomorrow: Remembering Day 5 of the trip

1995 Baseball Vacation: Day 3

Looking back at a baseball vacation taken 13 years ago:

Tuesday, August 8, 1995

Again we got up early. 

We spent four hours at the Harry S. Truman Library and Museum in Independence, Mo. Truman worked at the library after his presidency until his death in 1972. His office is on permanent display.

Our visit came only a couple of days after the 50th anniversary of Truman's decision to drop the atomic bomb on Hiroshima, Japan. There was a special World War II exhibit depicting these world-changing events, including Truman's original draft of remarks he used to tell the world of dropping the A-bomb. 

Also on display in the museum was a copy of the infamous newspaper with the headline -- "Dewey Defeats Truman" -- that erroneously reported the result of the 1948 presidential election.

Truman and his wife, Bess, are buried next to each other in the museum's beautiful courtyard.

We also stopped by Truman's house, where he and Bess lived until their deaths, and bellied up to an old-time soda foundation at Clinton's Soda Fountain. Located across from the courthouse in Independence, the site was formerly Clinton's Drugstore where a 14-year-old Harry Truman landed his first job as a "soda jerk" for only $3 a week.

We ended the afternoon at the Negro Leagues Baseball Museum in Kansas City's 18th and Vine Street Historic District. The museum included films, interactive video quizzes, and replica jerseys.

It is interesting to note that the Negro League played night baseball beginning in 1930, five years before the then all-white Major League.

That night we saw Jim Abbott, one of baseball's most extraordinary players, lead the California Angels against the Royals.

Abbott, who was born without a right hand, pitched seven scoreless innings and the Angels won, 4-0.

We left Kansas City around 10:30 p.m., 360 miles from Dyersville, Iowa, and the "Field of Dreams."

Coming tomorrow: Remembering Day 4 of the trip

1995 Baseball Vacation: Day 2

Looking back at a baseball vacation taken 13  years ago:

Monday, August 7, 1995

We got up early, showered, and played some baseball at the campground before driving into Columbia, Mo.,  to visit the University of Missouri campus. We briefly watched the Mizzou football team practice in the sweltering Midwest heat.

We stopped at Arrow Rock State Park for a picnic lunch on our way to Kansas City

A bluff on the Missouri River, Arrow Rock is historically significant for several reasons: it served as a crossing point for Indians, explorers, and early westward travelers; Lewis & Clark noted the area in their 1804 journals; and it later became part of the Santa Fe Trail.

The town (pop. 70) is adjacent to the state park and looked like a scene from a Norman Rockwell painting.

As we entered Kansas City, we stopped at Kauffman Stadium, home of the Royals, and bought tickets for Tuesday's game. 

We camped at Watkin's Mill State Park several miles northeast of the city near Kearney, home of outlaw Jesse James.

Coming tomorrow: Remembering Day 3 of the trip

Sunday, September 21, 2008

1-2-3, Hey Reitz!!

The hot corner, in a hot town
Thousands dressed in red
Clydesdales marching between innings
A decade before the Wizard plied his trade

One, two, three, hey Reitz

Teamed with the Franchise, the Mad Hungarian, and Bake
Hall of Famer Red was the skipper
He was the Big Zamboni
Scooping grounders on plastic grass

One, two, three, hey Reitz

Five hours in a Buick
To the round, concrete Busch
The tip of the Gateway in view
Sun gleaming off its top

One, two, three, hey Reitz

Is this where the love affair began
Between a six-year-old and the national pastime
Hot dogs, Coca-Colas, souvenirs
Boys cheering their man at third

One, two, three, hey Reitz

Baseball fanatics share dream vacation

Looking back a baseball vacation from 13 years ago ...

Baseball Fanatics Share Dream Vacation
First published in The McKenzie (Tenn.) Banner
Aug. 23, 1995

My brother, Michael, and I have followed baseball since 1975, when we started collecting and swapping Topps baseball cards beneath the shade trees at our boyhood home on Ash Street in Bruceton.

Michael was 6 years old and I was 9 in the summer of '75.

The shade trees at our old house and our interest in baseball cards peaked several years ago, but our fondness for the game grows.

Now that we're adults, we like to take baseball vacations when possible.

Our past trips include a visit to Cooperstown, N.Y., for the Baseball Hall of Fame's 50th anniversary in 1989 and to Cleveland two years ago during the Indians' last year to play in Municipal Stadium.

Only the baseball strike stopped us from seeing a pair of Boston Red Sox games at Fenway Park last year.

Thankfully, the Red Sox refunded our money and we were able to spend it touring the city's vast American historical sites.

We started planning for this year's trip several months ago, gathering schedules and maps. Our top priority was a visit to the "Field of Dreams" in Dyersville, Iowa, where actors Kevin Costner and James Earl Jones starred in the movie of the same name.

Michael is a better organizer, so he found a week in August where we could sandwich a trip to the "Field of Dreams" between baseball games in five cities.

The following is a diary of our six-day, 2,406-mile baseball journey.

Day 1:
Sunday, August 6, 1995

We left Memphis at 6:30 a.m. and drove to St. Louis for a Sunday afternoon game. Busch Stadium brought back many childhood memories because our parents used to take us to see the Cardinals play.

The exciting Cardinal teams I remember from my childhood are quite different from the 1995 team, which is a lackluster bunch without injured Ozzie Smith playing shortstop.

Some names in the St. Louis starting lineup included Sweeney, Mabry, Caraballo and Sheaffer.

Who are these guys?

Where's Lou Brock and Ted Simmons?

We bought $5 tickets in the outfield bleachers. Several thousand Chicago fans followed their Cubs to St. Louis, and a few diehards waved homemade signs at the WGN-TV cameras.

St. Louis first baseman John Mabry emerged as the hero in the 13th inning. Mabry faked a bunt, then hit a run-scoring single through a drawn-in Cubs infield to give the Cardinals a 4-3 win.

After the game, we got lost trying to take a shortcut to Interstate 70 leading to Kansas City and endured eight miles of St. Louis slums. It was the scenic route, for sure.

We eventually found I-70, drove through a blinding rainstorm and camped at Finger Lakes State Park, which is located about 12 miles north of Columbia, Mo.

Coming tomorrow: Remembering Day 2 of the trip.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

C'mon. Trade Me That Card!


Some 30 years ago, all the boys in our Bruceton, Tenn., neighborhood played baseball daily.

When we weren't playing, we traded baseball cards and talked about our baseball heroes.

One summer I took a liking to the specialty cards that Kellogg's inserted into its cereal boxes.

Most of the Kellogg's cards were 3-D, but one of my buddies traded me the majority of cards from the 1973 set, which were printed in 2-D.

It took some time, but I somehow managed to collect all of the cards in the '72 set except for stubble-faced Joe Torre of the St. Louis Cardinals.

Marty Roberts, who was a few years my junior, had the card that I coveted.

And he wasn't prepared to let it go without trading for something of greater value.

Smart guy.

It finally came down to a standoff between my prized card of Minnesota slugger Harmon Killebrew and Marty's card of Torre.

The standoff lasted for at least three days, long enough for everyone in the neighborhood to shout "Killebrew for Torre" at each of us until the swap was finally made.

Killebrew for Torre, anyone?