Billy Cowan’s Halo Remains

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overlooked autographs!

How can a reliable TTM signer just stop?

Sometimes, health gets in the way. Billy Cowan played for six teams in eight major league seasons (1963-72). Simply wearing the uniforms of the Cubs, Mets and Yankees have put him on many want lists.

As first reported on www.sportscollectors.net, Cowan was sidelined by a stroke in May.

A son wrote to a collector to explain the delay in signing. The man famous for his 1972 Topps card (hint: look up, and you’ll know why) is on his feet, making a slow but determined recovery.

Who’s up for sending a kind autographer some encouragement and thanks? Please, don’t make any autograph requests. Just encourage a gamer to return to action soon.

Write to Billy Cowan at 1539 Via Coronel Palos, Verdes Estates, CA 90274

Coming Wednesday: One smart investment all TTM collectors should make.

Pinstripe Empire Author Knows The Hobby

Marty Appel is more than an author. He’s part of New York Yankees history.

Therefore, his masterful history of the team is a fascinating story within the story. As I devoured his new Pinstripe Empire: The New York Yankees From Before The Base to After the Boss (Bloomsbury, $28), I began to discover Appel’s deep roots in the Yankee mythology.

He’s restrained in not writing a “Me and Other Yankees” type book. Remember, coach Yogi Berra depended on Appel, a boy wonder team executive, for daily gossip about the team’s inner workings before each game.

Readers learn that Appel’s long career as the team’s public relations director meant more than paychecks. He tells of a young fan in 1965 who got a letter to the editor published in The Sporting News. “Why is everyone giving up on the Yankees? They always come through in the end. They will be fine.” Appel was that fan.

Appel salutes everyone in Yankees history. He unearthed a 1969 letter from a 1912 batboy (whose mother washed the team‘s uniforms). He writes admiringly of the unknown janitor who salvaged team files when new owners took over in the 1940s, done initially to save the autographs of famous names on endorsed checks.

Although Appel doesn’t write about collecting team memorabilia, he has lots of hobby-related tidbits in his text. He writes of the Yankee Stadium box seat design, noting that curved-back seats bought by collectors after the 1973 renovation dated back to 1946.

Think that’s great? Look for a two-paragraph tribute to Manny’s Baseball Land. If you bought a souvenir outside the ballpark into the 1970s, chances are it originated through Manny’s. On page 394, Appel notes just how cheap Yankee Stadium relics went for in the park’s renovation. Got five empty Winston packs and $5.75? A box seat is yours!

Collectors will love the author’s willingness to capture hobby lore. The reason Yankees fans know the faces of clubhouse man Pete Sheehy (who could forge autographs of Yankee stars when needed) and PA announcer Bob Sheppard was because Appel made sure the men were included in team photos and the yearbook.

He isn’t above raising an eyebrow about team icons. When Mickey Mantle couldn’t find his famed #7 jersey for Old-Timers Day, team exec Appel used some tape to alter Gene Michael’s #17. Appel recounts seeing coach Frank Crosetti climb into the Yankee Stadium stands before games, seeing that concessionaires return foul balls. And, on page 382, Appel tells which Yankees player on a winter caravan tour asks him where to buy good marijuana!

No detail is too small for Appel’s historic eye. He weaves decades together with invisible thread. Do you remember Seinfeld character George Costanza’s front office job with the Yankees? The job wasn’t as made-up as it sounded.Check out page 203. Appel knows who really held the low-level post from generations past.

Along with the yearly summaries of each season, the book tells of the demise of announcer Mel Allen. Appel shares that the announcer answered ALL of his fan mail.

When Babe Ruth visited Cooperstown for his 1939 Hall of Fame enshrinement, Appel resurrected the ideal quote from the legend besieged by signature seekers.

“I didn’t know there were so many people who didn’t have my autograph!”

Appel needed more than 600 pages to document all the wonders he was part of with the Yankees. This book is a noble start. He’s been a student of team history all his life. Read this finely-sculpted love letter to his Bronx Bombers, and you’ll be sure that all-star storyteller Appel is still a fan.

Coming Monday: Thanking a former Yankee on the comeback trail!

COPS: Autograph Edition…Or, Why The Hobby Needs Another Don Mossi

Would FOX show us
errant autograph signers?

I still see the words on the www.sportscollectors.net messageboard.

Switched
Didn’t return
Kept
Stole

A collector sends more than one card for an autograph. Not all the cards come back.

Is it time for COPS: Collector Edition?

Imagine it…law enforcement appearing at the mailbox. “Sir, did you keep a card without permission?”

Retiree: “I don’t think so. I’ve signed two dozen requests this week. I try to keep them straight.”

Scene change — officers watch elderly man scuttling into hobby shop.

“Hold it! You’re trying to fence cards sent by unsuspecting autograph collectors.”

Such serious verbs make it seem like hobbyists suspect such a storyline.

I’d welcome the honesty of more ex-players like Don Mossi. Years ago, he told Sports Collectors Digest that he’d sign one, then give the rest to grandkids.

Check out his near-flawless return record these days, and you’ll see Mossi signs EVERYTHING. “No more, grandpa. We’ve got all your cards. All our friends have all your cards. We want someone else’s cards!”

Originally, I envisioned this problem like laundry. Socks disappear from the dryer. Maybe, former players are taking them, too?

Solutions? If you’re working on a set, don’t send extras. Dumb luck dictates that the signer always loses the card you want back most. He’ll send back the so-so cards.

Then, if you get a card that wasn’t yours, post a note on a hobby forum like SCN. I wouldn’t say, “Got a 1952 Topps high number signed by mistake. Is it yours?” Just say, “Card mixup. Did I get yours? Write me.”

My wife and I mixed up thank-you notes at our wedding 30 years ago. One woman was sure some tag-switcher hawked her expensive gift, then claimed that salad bowl came from her. Like us, I think former players are human.

Coming Friday: A review of the book Pinstripe Empire by Marty Appel.

One New Larry Gura Stat Worth Noting

The autograph is the same.
I didn’t ask about the hairy lip!
 

I’m still a Larry Gura fan.

I wrote about Larry in 2011, noting how he’s worked side by side with wife Cindy on her family’s Arizona farm. Larry asks for a modest $2 per autograph, money used to help keep the farm healthy amidst threats from skyrocketing property taxes and looming real estate developers wanting more land.

I sought an update from Cindy Gura. She mentioned that they’ve added bee hives to their organic gardens, eggs and riding stable. The $2 autograph deal still holds.

She signed off, noting that they just celebrated their 43rd anniversary.

Players set goals. I think 43 years of marriage is something any major leaguer would be proud of.

Summer farming and harvest season have meant that some replies have been slower than usual. Likewise, the family wants fan mail sent to their post office box, to assure that autograph requests get special attention.

To obtain a Larry Gura autograph, send $2 for each item to be signed (checks payable to Dale Creek Equestrian Village) with a SASE to:

Larry Gura
P.O. Box 94
Litchfield Park, AZ 85340

Coming Wednesday: What does collecting autographs TTM have in common with sorting laundry?

Dirk “Garfoose” Hayhurst Speaks Out

Was it his books, or
this 2011 A&G making
Dirk a must-have for
collectors? Don’t expect
to see many of these
signed in the near future!
 

Former pitcher Dirk Hayhurst has thrown a brushback.

As first reported on www.sportscollectors.net, the author of two baseball memoirs isn’t happy about his acclaim as a TTM autograph signer. Fed up with mail to his home address, he announced to Twitterdom that he’s trashing all future requests from fans and collectors sent to his house.

I hate to think of any current or former player going to war with our hobby. I wrote to volunteer as a peacekeeper. Here’s his reply: 

 
“Thank you for writing.

The address you’ve found in the white pages in not my address. It’s my parents. The address that was posted online in a card-centric chat room IS my address. My address was unlisted, at least I thought it was…

I did write all that stuff you’ve mentioned below. Yes, I realize that a little digging can yield anyone’s address, but the fact of the matter is, I’m not giving it out and I don’t condone other’s giving it away with instructions to send me whatever because I’ll sign it and return it. As I’ve said, I’m not against autographs or collectors. I don’t even care about dealers or hunters or sellers. I just don’t want things showing up at my address via an address I did not in good conscience provide to the sender. Furthermore, I vend signed books separately, as well as Garfoose’d items—90% of the time for charities and relief causes. I’m looking into other options for card seekers and what not, but, and pardon me for being crass, it’s not at the top of my priority list at the moment.

If people want to reach me, my contact information is on my website. That is the means I’ve made available. I will not accommodate requests sent to my now fully public address at this time.

I appreciate your concern in this matter, but I feel I should have the right to handle this the way I see fit for the moment.

Thank you for your time, best wishes.

Mr. Garfoose

 

@theGarfoose on Twitter”
 
What lesson did I take from all this? Even seemingly-positive remarks can be misinterpreted by someone worried about being taken for granted. Post something about another person online, and chances are great that the aforementioned will read it,  too.
 
Coming Monday: An update from pitcher Larry Gura!