The ep22 The Fabulous Ty Cobb

This is Jimmy Powers and happy to be coming your way with another Grantlin Rice story. There, this is Jimmy Powers with another chapter from the colorful life of the late and great Granny Rice.

So once again, with a sincere bow to the spirit of Grantlin Rice, I continue in first person, the tumult and the shouting. It was in 1895 that I first saw my first professional baseball game in my hometown of Nashville, Tennessee.

George Stallings brought his black uniform to Gusta Team to town. That was sixty years ago. Since then I've seen the entire parade go by including the greatest of them all, that is the greatest competitor of them all, Ty Cobb.

My first introduction to this ambitious youngster came from messages that deluge my sport desk during the spring of nineteen-four. They were meaty. Keep your eye on Ty Cobb, he is perhaps the finest hitter I've seen.

Then watch Cobb of Aniston, he's sure to be a sensation. Have you seen Ty Cobb play ball? He's the fastest mover ever. These and dozens like them sign Brown, Smith, Jackson, and Holmes. They showered in from all points of minor league circuits in Georgia and Alabama.

In Trigged I finally journeyed to Augusta, Georgia, where Cobb was playing and talked to this lad six years younger than I. I've been hearing about you," I said. My name is Rice. I write baseball for the Atlanta Journal.

Is that so? He replied, I've heard of you too. I found Cobb to be an extremely peculiar soul, brooding and bubbling with violence, belligerent all the way. Frequent and violent explosions with teammates and the enemy alike were the rule.