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Ty Cobb was a fierce competitor—the Detroit Free Press described
him as “daring to the point of dementia.” During his playing days he set 90
Major League Baseball records, and his career batting average (.367) and most
batting titles (12) will likely never be eclipsed. Yet his legacy as a
ballplayer is overshadowed by his temper as well as his no holds barred style
of play. He was loathed by his own team mates as well as the opposition. Ernest
Hemingway wrote of Cobb: “The greatest of all ballplayers—and an absolute
shit.” While Joe DiMaggio said of him: “Every time I hear of this guy again—I
wonder how he was possible.”
Al Stump, in his biography, Cobb, revealed something of the
many demons that drove Cobb to greatness. Cobb’s father was killed, by his
mother, a week before Ty became a major league ballplayer. Although she was
acquitted on the grounds it was accidental, who can know what Cobb thought. His
father, who was against his son playing ball, told him only not to return home
a failure. He never did, but he did lament, after his playing days were done,
that his father never got to see him play.
It’s strange how the ghosts of our parents haunt us.
J. Conrad demonstrates the hands apart grip Cobb made famous
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I once wanted to play baseball, but my parents would have none of that. They may have
crushed the dream but not my love affair with the game. After I turned 40, I knew my dream of playing ball was gone, and so
it seemed natural, after finishing the January books, that I'd write a baseball novel. Backstop: A Baseball Love Story in
Nine Innings was the result.
I’ve long been fascinated with Ty Cobb the ballplayer. Al Stump’s biography
was brought to the screen in 1994, with Tommy Lee Jones in the title role. When I saw the film I became fascinated by Cobb
the man. I completed The Cobb Legacy in 2010. More than a murder mystery, The Cobb Legacy is the story of a man's search
to connect with his dying father while also coming to terms with his adulterous affair and impending divorce, and doubting
that love with an old friend can be his. A dash of the paranormal is also part of the story.
A great photo of the warrior, Cobb, frozen in time
One of the greatest baseball photographs ever taken, Ty Cobb sliding under the tag at third base
C is for Cobb,
Who grew spikes and not corn,
And made basemen
Wish they weren’t born
—Ogden Nash, Sport
Magazine, January 1949
“Baseball is a red-blooded sport for red-blooded men. It’s
no pink tea, and mollycoddles had better stay out. It’s a struggle for
supremacy, survival of the fittest.”
“If you and I are going to get along, don’t increase my
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does
not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily
angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.”
—1 Corinthians 13:4-5
Royston, Georgia, August 8,
“They killed him when he
was still young. They blew his head off the same week I became a major-leaguer.
He never got to see me play. Not one game, not an inning. But I knew he was
watching me ... and I never let him down. Never.”
—Tyrus Raymond Cobb
Amanda had just loosened the belt on her robe when she heard
a creak from the balcony outside the second story bedroom window. Her oldest
boy was playing baseball in Augusta, while the younger two, another son and a
daughter, were at friends’ houses.
She retied her robe and
quickly stepped, barefoot, over to the bed, where she squatted and felt under
the bed for the double-barreled shotgun her husband kept for protection;
William was out of town on business. Standing, Amanda strained to cock first
one barrel and then the other on the heavy shotgun. Struggling to aim the twin
at the window, she tilted her head to listen, over the rush of running water
from the bathroom, for sounds from the balcony. She heard a faint scratching at
the window and was grateful that she’d had the foresight to lock the doors and
A moment later, the round,
white face of William appeared at the glass.
The water suddenly stopped
its mad rush and silence, as it often did, filled the void between Amanda and
William appeared startled
by the sight of his wife armed with the shotgun, but then Amanda watched her
husband’s gaze move from the twin barrels aimed at his midsection to a place
just over her right shoulder. A moment later his dark eyes narrowed on Amanda’s
The pane of glass now
separating them, save for its transparency, seemed, to Amanda, a sort of
metaphor for what their marriage had become. Meeting her husband’s anger
bravely, Amanda felt a corner of her mouth twitch and rise slightly. Too
late, William realized his grim fate.
Amanda savored, for a
moment, the transition from stern cruelty that normally resided on her
husband’s face to fear before she pulled the first trigger. Recoiling from the
blast, she heard the shattering of glass and saw a gaping red hole appear in
William stumbled backward,
landing hard against the balcony railing, and stutter-stepped forward again
with a groan, framed within the remnants of the window. The pistol with which
he’d armed himself for the occasion clattered to the balcony.
Amanda pulled the second
trigger, and the top of William’s head exploded.
Turning to look behind her,
to where her husband had confirmed the town’s talk of her duplicity, Amanda
told her lover, “You need to go, quickly. There’ll be questions.”