Roger Connor by Thomas Michael McDade

This poem by Thomas Michael McDade pays tribute to hall of famer Roger Connor who played eighteen spectacular seasons during the nineteenth century.

"The July grass looks double play quick and it dawns on him that's all a dead infielder needs." - Thomas Michael McDade
Roger Connor

by Thomas Michael McDade ©

Published: Baseball Almanac (2000)

His record 136 career home
runs eclipsed by the
Babe,
Waterburian
Roger Connor
visits Civil War Hero
Ed Neville's grave.
Sizing up the dates
like an old rival's stats
he wonders if Medal
of Honor glory ever fades.
He thinks about the brass
ball and bat weather vane,
a mammoth four bagger
award that's turning
green on South Main.
And the slow running gold
watch marking a colossal
Polo Grounds blast.
These trophies are linked
to Waterbury's brass
and timepiece fame
and he smiles at that
while his eyes measure
the distance to the family
plot just a sharp line
drive over third.
The July grass looks double
play quick and it dawns
on him that's all
a dead infielder needs.
Monuments are for soldiers,
handy for holidays.
He wipes his glasses with
a handkerchief and squints
across Silver Street at
Scovill Manufacturing.
Even 63 and ailing, he knows
that pitched 1921 horsehide
he would nail any window pane
on the saw-toothed roof.
Then, saluting Captain Neville,
Roger Connor takes long strides
to the St. Joseph's Cemetery gate.

Roger Connor by Thomas Michael McDade ©



Did you know that the home run king during the nineteenth century was Roger Connor? His career total of one-hundred thirty-seven stood until 1921, when Babe Ruth eclipsed those numbers on his way to seven-hundred fourteen.

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