Fenway 1912: Die Geburt eines Ballparks, eine Meisterschaftssaison und Fenways Bemerkung

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Fenway 1912

by Glenn Stout

A 2012 Top Ten Sports Book as selected by Booklist, winner of the 2011 Seymour Medal and Larry Ritter Award from the Society for American Baseball Research, and finalist for the Massachusetts Book Award for nonfiction, Fenway 1912 is the remarkable story of Fenway's very first year.

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A 2012 Top Ten Sports Book as selected by Booklist, winner of the 2011 Seymour Medal and Larry Ritter Award from the Society for American Baseball Research, and finalist for the Massachusetts Book Award for nonfiction, Fenway 1912 is the remarkable story of Fenway's very first year.

Even people who aren't fans of baseball know Fenway Park. More than just a ballpark, it is a part of American culture, and has been for nearly one hundred years. From the long winter when locals poured concrete and built the park, to the ragtag Red Sox team that embarked on a journey to the World Series while the paint was still drying and the grass still coming in, Stout tells the stories behind the park's notorious quirks like the Green Monster, and of the designers, builders, managers, and players who made Fenway's first year unforgettable.

For all that has been written in tribute to the great Fenway Park, no one has ever really told the behind-the-scenes true story. Drawing on extensive new research, the esteemed baseball historian Glenn Stout delivers an extraordinary tale of innovation, desperation, and perspiration—capturing Fenway as never before.

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Winner of the 2011 Seymour Medal from the Society for American Baseball Research, for the best book of baseball history or biography "An irresistible look back on Fenway Park's first season, not just for Sox fans . . . a great choice for anyone who enjoys a dip into baseball history at its best."- Huffington Post Even people who aren't fans of baseball know Fenway Park. More than just a ballpark, it is a part of American culture, and has been for nearly one hundred years. In Fenway 1912 , Glenn Stout tells the remarkable story of Fenway's first year, from the long winter when locals poured concrete and built the park to the ragtag Red Sox team that embarked on a journey to the World Series while the paint was still drying and the grass still coming in. Stout tells the stories behind the park's notorious quirks like the Green Monster, and of the designers, builders, managers, and players who made Fenway's first year unforgettable. For all that has been written in tribute to the great Fenway Park, no one has ever really told the behind-the-scenes true story. Drawing on extensive new research, the esteemed baseball historian Glenn Stout delivers an extraordinary tale of innovation, desperation, and perspiration-capturing Fenway as never before. " Fenway 1912 reads like a novel, detailing the trials and tribulations of the quaint ballpark and the team itself … Stout has made a great story out of history."- Baseball America "Stout's vivid writing and extraordinary research make the journey worthwhile in so many ways . . . you will likely feel as if you were in the creaky grandstand yourself."- Boston Globe [AU PHOTO] Glenn Stout is the series editor of Best American Sports Writing and has authored numerous books, including the bestselling Red Sox Century , Yankees Century , The Dodgers , The Cubs , and most recently, Young Woman and the Sea . He also edited David Halberstam's posthumous collection of sports writing, Everything They Had and is author of the Good Sports juvenile series. After living within walking distance of Fenway Park for many years, he now lives in Vermont.

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"After one hundred years, each time you walk up the ramp from beneath the stands and out toward that sea of sunlit grass, Fenway Park remains the most special kind of place there is, a place that can still change your life." In anticipation of the one hundredth anniversary of America's most beloved ballpark, the untold story of how Fenway Park came to be and its remarkable first season. 1912 was a leap year, the year the Titanic sank, and it was also the year baseball's original shrine, the one and only Fenway Park, was born. While the paint was still drying, the infield grass still coming in, the Red Sox embarked on an unlikely season that culminated in a World Series battle against the Giants that stands as one of the greatest ever played. Fenway 1912 tells the incredible story of Fenway, from the unorthodox blueprint that underlies the park's notorious quirks, to the long winter when locals poured concrete and erected history, to the notorious fixers who then ruled the game, to the ragtag team who delivered a world championship, Fenway's first. For all that has been written in tribute to the great Fenway Park, no one has ever really told the behind-the-scenes true story of its tumultuous yet glorious first year. Drawing on extensive new research, the esteemed baseball historian Glenn Stout delivers an extraordinary tale of innovation, desperation, and perspiration capturing Fenway as never before.

Author Biography

GLENN STOUT is the series editor of TheBest American Sports Writing and has written numerous books, including the best-selling Red Sox Century, Yankees Century, The Dodgers, The Cubs, and most recently, Young Woman and the Sea.

Table of Contents

Introduction*ix Prologue*xvii 1911*1 HOT STOVE*26 HOT SPRINGS*51 OPENING DAYS*73 THE WALL AND THE CLIFF*100 HOME STAND*121 THE BIG TRIP*139 HOME SAFE*161 HEAVYWEIGHTS*182 GIANTS ON THE HORIZON*213 THE GATHERING OF THE CLANS*237 HOME SWEET HOME*259 GIANT KILLERS*281 LAST STAND AT FENWAY PARK*301 Epilogue*331 Acknowledgments*348 Bibliographic Notes and Sources*349 Notes*355 Boston Red Sox 1912 Statistics*370 Index*380

Review

"Stout imbues his account with a unique vibrancy and a razor-sharp intelligence. A wonderful sports book." -- Booklist, starred review "A valuable addition to baseball history . . . Baseball diehards and historians, and of course Red Sox fans, will find much of interest in this paean to one of sport's most famous venues." -- Kirkus Reviews "Fun and informative . . . A well-constructed tribute to Fenway on its upcoming 100th anniversary." -- Publishers Weekly"This is a book for anyone who cares about the storied Boston Red Sox, about their 100-year-old bandbox of a stadium, about the remarkable championship season of 1912, about the street-level history of Boston, and about why baseball will forever be the all-American pastime. This is a book for all of us." - Larry Tye, author of SATCHEL: The Life and Times of an American Legend "Glenn Stout has done the impossible: he has put an end to the seemingly bottomless genre that is Fenway Park books. We now need no more. We get not pomp and circumstance, but the bones and blueprint of a legendary ballpark -- topped with a star-filled World Series that still endures. He doesn't pretend history is straw hats and cigars, but gives you real people, real baseball and (the best part) real Boston, the way any real writer should." - Howard Bryant, ESPN, and author of The Last Hero: A Life of Henry Aaron --

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"Stout imbues his account with a unique vibrancy and a razor-sharp intelligence. A wonderful sports book." -- Booklist, starred review

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Prologue Who sows a field. . . is more than all. --John Greenleaf Whittier On an early October morning in the fall of 1911, Jerome Kelley rose and, after his customary cup of tea, left his home on Palmer Street in Roxbury and began his walk to work. The morning was cool, yet the air was crisp and carried a hint of winter. As he turned up Ruggles Street the smell of breakfast cooking drifted from the houses and small apartments of the Village, the close-knit Irish American community nestled around the foot of Tremont Street. A few sleepy horses already plodded slowly down the street, pulling carts, carrying ice and other necessities of the day. In the distance automobiles coughed and sputtered as the city began to awake. On the stoops and front porches, older men--and even a few women--already sat watching the day unfold, puffing on their pipes. Wearing his cap, work pants, and plain thin jacket, Kelley gave a nod and quick word to the other workmen he saw as he walked through the neighborhood before reaching Huntington Avenue and turning north. Boston. In the Village it was easy to pretend--almost--that you were still in Ireland. Not that anyone would mistake the Village for the green fields of Erin, for apart from the small gardens squeezed into the back lots, there was nothing green about the Village, yet it was a place where everyone knew everyone else, and if you were not already related, well, after the next wedding you might be. If a fellow had the time he could spend all day walking down the block, stopping at nearly every house, catching up on the news of the day, and then drop into McGreevey''s saloon on Columbus Avenue for a beer to soak up even more information. But as soon as Kelley made the turn onto Huntington Avenue it was as if he entered another world. Streetcars screeched and rattled up and down the middle of the street, while the sidewalks bustled with activity. Now most of the faces he saw were those of strangers. Here Boston was on display. Virtually every block of Huntington Avenue featured another of the city''s cultural assets: The Museum of Fine Arts. The Opera House. Symphony Hall. All had been built in the last ten years, and in the clear autumn air the grand buildings stood magnificent and austere, perfectly framed by the colorful gardens and fading greenery of the nearby Back Bay Fens, Frederick Law Olmsted''s masterpiece of architectural landscaping and engineering. Kelley was impressed--everyone was--but he was not overwhelmed by the scene, which was now so familiar to him that he barely noticed. After all, while many of the men in Kelley''s neighborhood had worked on those buildings as they were being built, few felt welcome inside once they were completed. The buildings were for the well-to-do, the Brahmins who until recently had run Boston and still had most of the money. Workingmen like Kelley, particularly Irish workingmen, well, they worked for the people who built the museums. As Kelley walked up the Avenue that October morning his mind was not on the opera or the symphony or the great masters, but on a building that, to him, was more beautiful and more important than any of the grander edifices. For each of the last eight years this particular building had provided both his livelihood and his lifestyle, a place that many of his friends in the neighborhood considered a second home. As he passed Tufts Medical College at the corner of Rogers Avenue he saw a ramshackle, wooden cigar stand, and then a towering, rough-hewn wooden fence, heavy with paint, bearing the scars of a hundred handbills and a huge advertising sign for "Dr. Swett''s Original Root Beer." He then turned down a dusty footpath that paralleled the rough fence. Until recently there had been a large wooden sign that arched over a walkway and read "Huntington Avenue Base Ball Grounds." Since 1904 he had gone there nearly every day, summer and winter, to work on the grounds. But the sign had come down recently, and no one had bothered to replace it. It was obsolete anyway. The park was closing--it was now a "base ball grounds" in memory only. The next event at the park would be a charity soccer game. Baseball season was over, and not just for 1911. For the Huntington Avenue Grounds it was over forever. Kelley had not been looking forward to this day. The Red Sox had finished the regular season only a few days before, drubbing Washington 8-1 to inch into fourth place ahead of the Chicago White Sox, but still some twenty-four long games behind the pennant-winning Philadelphia Athletics. Each day since then, as always, Kelley had kept an eye on the weather, waiting. He had one last job to do before the soccer players chewed the field to pieces. Kelley, age forty-one, had come to Boston from Ireland more than twenty years before and had lived much of the time since with his widowed sister Rose. At first he worked in a nearby piano factory, laboriously stringing wire through the tuning pins. It was honest work, but dreary. He much preferred to be outdoors, and when an opportunity arose to work at the ballpark in 1904, he had jumped at the chance. Since arriving in the States, like most of his neighbors, he had become quite the baseball fan. For most of the past eight years the weather had determined his work. So, too, would the weather define this day. But instead of forecasting whether he should water the grass or send his men out with push mowers and rakes to cut the grass and smooth the dirt, on this day the weather told him that the time was right, not to prepare the field for a game, but to strip the park of the only feature that would travel the short half-mile across the Fens to the new home of the Red Sox, now just a sea of mud and bare earth along Jersey Street. The infield. Nearly every day for the last eight years Kelley had groomed and worried himself half-sick over that diamond-shaped piece of turf, making sure it was watered and fertilized and free of rocks and weeds. While the outfield turf required little maintenance apart from a good cutting once or twice a week, the infield, just under ninety feet square, was different. It was in the infield that games--and livelihoods--were won and lost. Kelley knew full well that a simple ground ball that found a pebble or a bump could cost the Red Sox a ball game, and him his job. When Jimmy Collins, the old Red Sox third baseman, had chosen to leave the bag and play his position on the turf, digging in with his cleats until he exposed bare ground, Kelley had dutifully patched over and seeded the bare spots, time and time again, without complaint. And when Tris Speaker, Boston''s fleet young outfielder, had dragged a bunt down the first-base line only to watch it roll foul, Kelley had been out on the field after the game before the stands had emptied, adding a bit of dirt to the baseline, tilting it ever so slightly toward the field, making the transition from dirt to sod, brown to green, smooth and nearly seamless. And when Heinie Wagner, the shortstop, had bobbled a ball and shot him a dark look afterward, Kelley had made sure to walk the line that the ball had taken from the bat, feeling with his foot and then his fingers for a soft spot or a stone, adding a sprinkling of earth here, tamping down a rough spot there. It had taken eight years to get the infield looking the way it did now, lush and green and, since no ball had been played on it for the last week, thick and healthy. Grass grew best this time of the year, favoring the cool days and nights over the scorching heat of the summer. That was why, of all things, only the sod of the infield of the Huntington Avenue Grounds would make the half-mile journey to the site of the new park. Although groundbreaking had taken place only a few weeks before, on September 25, Kelley''s first task there, even as workers were already leveling the site and installing drainage pipes, had been to lay out the infield. And today, Kelley''s last day at Huntington Avenue, his task was to take the old ground and lay it down in the new place. He would then water and feed it through the fall before covering it over during construction so that when the snows melted and spring came and a new ballpark burst forth like a daffodil, the infield would be trim and green and smooth. He had already spent several days at the new place preparing the soil, raking it over and over again, sifting the loose dirt through a wire sieve to remove rocks and roots, adding loam and clay and sand in the right proportion, turning it over again and again. The work crews clearing the site had erected a fence around the infield to protect the space so no wheelbarrow or workman would tread across the bare ground and scar it with ruts or divots. It was ready now, and all Kelley had left to do was supervise the removal of the sod from Huntington Avenue and truck it to its new location. He gathered his small crew of men and tools and handcarts and made his way toward the field, stopping just short of fair territory. Only a week after the end of the season the field already looked a bit ragged. Sawdust was pressed into the ground around home plate and the pitcher''s box, left over from Kelley''s effort to make the field playable on its final day, when a deluge had soaked the field overnight. Tufts of new grass had already sprung up in the dirt portion of the infield, and the outfield turf, left untended, was long and shaggy. Pigeons swooped and flocked beneath the grandstand roof, the only spectators amid the empty seats, and a few stray papers swirled before the dugout. The breeze still carried the smells of the ballpark--a mix of peanut shells, tobacco juice, and cigars that ove

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Details ISBN0547844573 Author Glenn Stout Short Title FENWAY 1912 Language English ISBN-10 0547844573 ISBN-13 9780547844572 Media Book Format Paperback Residence Uxbridge, MA, US Birth 1958 Illustrations Yes Year 2012 Subtitle The Birth of a Ballpark, a Championship Season, and Fenway's Remarkable First Year Country of Publication United States UK Release Date 2012-09-08 Pages 432 DEWEY 796.357/640974461 Audience General AU Release Date 2012-09-07 NZ Release Date 2012-09-07 Publisher HarperCollins Publishers Inc Publication Date 2012-09-25 Imprint HarperCollins Place of Publication New York US Release Date 2012-09-25

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