Jim 'Mudcat' Grant led the league in wins during the 1965 season and had an alternate life as a singer! [Minnesota Twins] Owner Calvin Griffith was not so pleased and ordered Grant to stop singing and to stop being seen in public with white women. Grant demanded a trade and was sent to the Dodgers. Below is a very insightful poem appropriately called 'Life.'Courtesy of baseball-almanac.com
Life by Jim 'Mudcat' Grant ©
Life is like a game of baseball,
You play it every day.
It isn't just the breaks you get,
But the kind of game you play.
So stop and look your whole team over,
And you'll find dedication there.
You're bound to be a winner,
With men who really care.
Your pitcher's name is courage,
You need him in the game.
For faith and trust your keystone men,
The grounders they will tame.
Your center fielder is very fast,
Though small and hard to see.
So watch him, son, when he gets,
The ball he's opportunity.
In left field there's ambition,
Never let him shirk.
For in right field there's a husky man,
I'm told his name is work.
At first base there's religion,
He's stood the test of time.
At third base there's brotherhood,
The stalwart of the nine.
Your catcher's name is humor,
He's important to the scheme.
For with honor warming in the bull pen,
The game is always clean.
With love on the bench,
You've perfection no less.
With a winning team,
And joy and happiness.
Your other team is strong, son,
Greed, hatred, envy and defeat.
Are for strong infielders,
You'll have to buck to make your game complete.
Deceitfulness and a man called waste,
Are always playing hard.
Selfishness and jealousy,
None can you disregard.
Carelessness and falsehood,
Are the big boys in the pen.
You'll have to swing hard, son,
When you come up to them.
There's one more man you'll have to watch,
He's always very near.
He's the pitcher on that team,
And I'm told his name is fear.
This game will not be easy,
There'll be trouble, there'll be strife.
To make the winning runs, my boy,
For this game is played on the field of life.
So stand behind your team, my boy,
There'll be many who'll applaud.
Just remember that you're the player,
And the umpire here is God.
Life by Jim 'Mudcat' Grant ©
Courtesy of baseball-almanac.com
Life is like a game of baseball,
You play it every day.
It isn't just the breaks you get,
But the kind of game you play.
So stop and look your whole team over,
And you'll find dedication there.
You're bound to be a winner,
With men who really care.
Your pitcher's name is courage,
You need him in the game.
For faith and trust your keystone men,
The grounders they will tame.
Your center fielder is very fast,
Though small and hard to see.
So watch him, son, when he gets,
The ball he's opportunity.
In left field there's ambition,
Never let him shirk.
For in right field there's a husky man,
I'm told his name is work.
At first base there's religion,
He's stood the test of time.
At third base there's brotherhood,
The stalwart of the nine.
Your catcher's name is humor,
He's important to the scheme.
For with honor warming in the bull pen,
The game is always clean.
With love on the bench,
You've perfection no less.
With a winning team,
And joy and happiness.
Your other team is strong, son,
Greed, hatred, envy and defeat.
Are for strong infielders,
You'll have to buck to make your game complete.
Deceitfulness and a man called waste,
Are always playing hard.
Selfishness and jealousy,
None can you disregard.
Carelessness and falsehood,
Are the big boys in the pen.
You'll have to swing hard, son,
When you come up to them.
There's one more man you'll have to watch,
He's always very near.
He's the pitcher on that team,
And I'm told his name is fear.
This game will not be easy,
There'll be trouble, there'll be strife.
To make the winning runs, my boy,
For this game is played on the field of life.
So stand behind your team, my boy,
There'll be many who'll applaud.
Just remember that you're the player,
And the umpire here is God.
Life by Jim 'Mudcat' Grant ©
Courtesy of baseball-almanac.com
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