One of the most tragic events to ever take place on a
baseball diamond was the 1920
death
of Cleveland Indians shortstop
Ray Chapman,
who was hit in the head by a
Carl Mays
pitch in a
game
against the New York Yankees. Some thought that the right-hander never showed
the kind of remorse or visceral reaction he should have in light of the
circumstances, which helped create a
reputation that follows him
to this day (nearly 50 years after his death). However, he did go public shortly
after fateful pitch to talk about what had happened and the aftermath that
ensued.
Mays did not speak about the Chapman incident often but
there is a written record of his thoughts about his role and the ensuing
reaction. Below, excerpts are in italics along with my reactions. These quotes
come from an interview he did in the November, 1920 issue of
Baseball Magazine (which was reproduced
by
didthetribewin.com).
Although Chapman’s
death was an accident, Mays became a scapegoat as a bad guy in the aftermath: “A ball player is not often called upon to
discuss his own faults. Usually those failings are played up behind his back, a
certain courtesy forbidding their mention to his face. It would be foolish,
however, for me to ignore the widespread criticism of which I have been the
unwilling butt. For there have been weeks at a time when I could hardly pick up
a newspaper without finding my own name assailed by writers, players or owners
indiscriminately.”
With Chapman’s death being a first, it was likely a natural
reaction to find someone or something to blame. Mays, who was known to be
taciturn and willing to let his
fists
speak for him, was an easy target. Obviously, he threw the fatal pitch but
there has never been anything to suggest an iota of intention behind it, and
making him shoulder the blame was unfair.
Mays was painfully aware
that he was not a popular person: “It
was long ago made very apparent to me that I was not one of those individuals
who were not fated to be popular. It used to bother me some, for I suppose
there are none of us who wouldn’t prefer to be well-thought of. But I was
naturally independent and if I found that a fellow held aloof from me, I was
not likely to run after him. Evidently I didn’t impress people favorably at
first sight. After they knew me better, I was generally able to be on friendly
terms with them.”
“When I first broke
into baseball, I discovered that there seemed to be a feeling against me, even
from the players on my own team. When I was with Boise, Idaho, I didn’t have a
pal on the Club until the season was half over. Then the fellows seemed to warm
up a bit and we were on very good terms for the balance of the season.”
With 207 career major league victories (and another 75 in
the minors) and a 2.92 ERA, Mays had a career that should have put him in the
conversation for the Hall of Fame. Unfortunately, the six votes he received on
the 1958 ballot has been the extent of his support for inclusion.
Mays used perceived
slights against him to help fuel his success on the field: “My fellow players on the Providence
team didn’t seem to like me and I wondered why. I always have wondered why I
have encountered this antipathy from so many people wherever I have been. And I
have never been able to explain it even to myself, though I have one or two
theories on the subject. I did get genuinely discouraged at Providence and, of
course, feeling as I did, was unable to do good work. In fact I lost all
interest in my work. I wrote to my Uncle telling him I had about decided to
give up baseball. He is no doubt responsible for my being identified with the
game at present, for he replied with a mighty stiff letter in which he handled
things straight from the shoulder and without gloves. In brief, he told me if I
failed to make good, he would consider me a quitter and that is a word I never
liked to take from any man. So I decided to brace up and see what could be
done.”
In an eerie
premonition, Mays once joked he would have to get in trouble to get any true
recognition in baseball: “I remember
a conversation I had with my wife about this time in which I told her my
baseball career had been singularly free from trouble. I said to her in a
joking way that perhaps it would be necessary for me to do something out of the
ordinary to get my name in the papers. But I needn’t have been impatient. For
could I have looked into the future, I would have seen trouble enough headed in
my direction to satisfy the most ambitious trouble seeker who ever lived.”
Mays was right on the money with this. Even though he had a
career adjusted ERA+ of 119, which matches Hall of Famers like
Warren Spahn
and
Bob
Lemon, his accomplishments as a player are largely forgotten and overshadowed
by his role in Chapman’s death.
Just because he
didn’t like to discuss it didn’t mean Mays wasn’t sorry about Chapman’s death:
“The unfortunate death of Ray
Chapman is a thing that I do not like to discuss. It is a recollection of
the most unpleasant kind which I shall carry with me as long as I live. It is
an episode which I shall always regret more than anything that has ever
happened to me, and yet I can look into my own conscience and feel absolved
from all personal guilt in this affair. The most amazing thing about it was the
fact that some people seem to think I did this thing deliberately. If you wish
to believe that a man is a premeditated murderer, there is nothing to prevent
it. Every man is the master of his own thoughts. I cannot prevent it, however
much I may regret it, if people entertain any such idea of me. And yet, I
believe that I am entitled to point out some of the many reasons why such a
view is illogical.”
“I am a pitcher and I
know some of the things a pitcher can do as well as some of the things he can’t
do. I know that a pitcher can’t stand on the slab sixty feet away from the
plate and throw a baseball so as to hit a batter in the head once in a hundred
tries. That is, of course, assuming that the pitcher actually wanted to hit the
batter in the head, a thing which is absurd on the face of it.”
The bean ball is an unfortunate tradition in baseball,
especially during the time of Mays and Chapman. However, there has never been
any evidence that the pitch was thrown on purpose. In an age before video and
instant replay, people across the country formed their opinion on this event
based on past biases and imagination instead of facts.
Even if Mays had been
trying to hurt or maim Chapman, such an outcome would have been highly
unlikely: “But to actually kill a man
it is by no means sufficient to hit him on the head. Walter
Johnson with all his terrific speed has hit batters on the head and yet
they have not died. Fairly often a batter gets hit on the head and seldom is he
even seriously injured. There is only one spot on a player’s skull where a
pitched baseball would do him serious injury and that is a spot about his
temple which is hardly half as big as the palm of my hand. Suppose, to meet
some of these malicious slanders that have been directed against me, we assume
that a pitcher is enough of a moral monster to deliberately murder a batter at
the plate, a batter with whom he can have no particular quarrel and from whose
death he could not possibly benefit. What chance would he have of perpetrating
such a crime? He would have to hit that batter, and what is more, hit him on a
particular part of the skull of very limited area.”
It’s interesting to note that while Mays was subjected to
the blame game, Chapman’s death did nothing to change the culture of pitching
inside or even hitting batters on purpose. Batting helmets were still decades
away, so the fact that such a sobering result came from this one play is
indicative that most people likely knew in their heart of hearts that this was
an accident.
In the aftermath,
Mays didn’t know what to do and took the counsel of others. This probably
helped make things worse for him: “Almost
everything I have done or haven’t done since that time has been criticized. I
have read newspaper comments which blamed me for not going to the Club House to
see how seriously Chapman was injured. The fact that I was a pitcher on the
mound and had no opportunity to go to the Club House means nothing to these
people. When I was finally taken out of the game, Chapman had already been
removed in an ambulance and it was then too late for me to see him.”
“I did not go to see
Mrs. Chapman when she was in town. I could not, under the circumstances, bring
myself to undergo this ordeal, though I would have done so if any good would
have come of it. I did suggest doing so, moreover, to Colonel Huston, and he
advised strongly against it on the grounds that it would be a trying experience
for Mrs. Chapman. I was guided by his advice in the matter. I wrote to her,
however. I did not go to see Chapman after his death. I knew that the sight of
his silent form would haunt me as long as I live, and since no good would be
accomplished from my going, I decided not to do so. It is possible I was
mistaken in this attitude, but it was certainly through no lack of respect for
Chapman or his friends. I have been bitterly criticized for pitching again so
soon after this terrible tragedy. I can assure anyone who has made such a
criticism that it was no easy task for me to take up my work where I had left off.”
This was pretty clearly a damned if he did, damned if he
didn’t situation. That being said, his decision to hold back and not reach out
to Chapman or his family only strengthened preconceived notions that he was an
uncaring jerk who may have thrown the bean ball on purpose.