While searching yesterday for a sports bar in Greenville, SC that would simultaneously telecast both the Mizzou and Illini football games, we stumbled across the Shoeless Joe Jackson historical museum.
If there's a more tragic character than Shoeless Joe Jackson
in the long and intricate history of baseball, I know not of him.
Jackson’s career ended in utter disgrace when he was barred
from organized baseball because of his role in the Black Sox gambling scandal
of 1919. He and seven of his Chicago White Sox teammates were allegedly paid to
throw that fall’s World Series.
Many call him the greatest hitter who ever lived. His .354
career batting average is the fourth highest of all time, his playing days
short circuited in his prime. Who knows how great his numbers might have been.
Due to his lifetime ban Jackson has not been eligible for induction into the
Baseball Hall of Fame.
The museum is located in the small house where in 1954
Jackson died. Two miles away is the Brandon Textile Mill where Jackson began
laboring at age six. At 13, he became a regular on the mill’s baseball team.
The factory building and the adjacent ball field still today stand, a large
smokestack looming behind the first base line.
With the exception of 14 years spent playing professional
baseball, Shoeless Joe Jackson spent his entire life in Greenville.
Due to no child labor laws of the day, there was no time for
school, so Jackson never learned to read or write. He probably would have spent
the rest of his life working in the textile mills if it weren’t for baseball.
.As for his role in the Black Sox scandal, it seems to have
been peripheral at worst. History has recorded Jackson as a victim of
circumstances he could neither control nor fully comprehend.
The prosecution of Shoeless Joe and his teammates was a
complicated, ambiguous affair replete with coercion and distortion of
half-truths. Jackson had a .375 batting average and no errors in the 1919
Series. His 12 hits set a Series record that stood until 1964, 13 years after
he died.
In the 1990’s two movies, Eight Men Out and Field of Dreams;
sparked a renewed interest in Jackson’s plight.
As I gaze over the very outfield ground that over a century
ago was patrolled by a young illiterate mill hand who was destined to become
the infamous Shoeless Joe Jackson, I think, “say it ain’t so, Joe.”


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