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John Wayne - The Sports Writer?
by Thom Loverro
Jun 06, 2014 -- 9:02am

John Wayne John Wayne was the great American film hero. He was the cowboy that saved the town, the soldier that fought the evil enemy. There are many things he was not on film -- a dancer, an artist (he once criticized Kirk Douglas for playing Vincent Van Gough), or maybe, a sportswriter.
    Not so fast, Grantland Rice.
    The Duke did play a sportswriter during his career in an obscure television film – his first dramatic appearance on the small screen. Four-time Oscar winning director John Ford directed Wayne in a 1955 short television film called “Rookie of the Year” – buried for nearly 60 years but unearthered recently by Turner Classic Movies.
    For a profession that has been represented in Hollywood by the but sloppy Oscar Madison (Walter Matthau, Jack Klugman) in “The Odd Couple”, woefully henpecked Ray Barone (Ray Romano) in “Everybody Loves Raymond,” and vultures like Max Mercy (Robert Duvall) in “The Natural” – you know that John Wayne is going to deliver a heroic portrayal of the Great American Sportswriter.
    He does, sort of, but not without first hitting all the lecherous notes that are part of the Sportswriting 101 syllabus.
    The tale centers on baseball’s greatest crime – the 1919 Chicago White Sox World Series gambling “Black Sox” scandal, which has been called upon in fiction like “The Godfather II” (Hyman Roth – “I loved baseball ever since Arnold Rothstein fixed the World Series in 1919) and “The Great Gatsby,” when Gatsby describes Rothstein to narrator Nick Carraway, “That’s the man who fixed the 1919 World Series.”

    It has traditionally been a go-to move for storytellers – perhaps to be replaced in future fiction by steroids, though it hardly has the same romantic grip as gambling and gangsters. After all, Brian McNamee is no Arnold Rothstein.
    Wayne’s appearance as sportswriter Mike Cronin was part of a dramatic series in those early days of television called the “Screen Directors Playhouse," based on a radio show of the same name. The TV version ran for one season, with 35 half-hour episodes featuring major film stars like Robert Ryan, Errol Flynn, and Wayne.
     Turner Classic Movies has begun showing these lost dramatic gems – not seen since their one season in 1955-1956 -- and the second one broadcast starring Wayne is based on a short story by W.R. Burnett, the novelist and screenwriter who wrote such classic gangster movies as “Little Caesar” and “High Sierra.”
     The story opens in the newsroom of a small Pennsylvania town – the Henryville Post Gazette – with a copy boy named Willie checking the teletype for details of the starting pitchers for the upcoming World Series, which of course features the New York Yankees.
     There is, predictably, a crusty small town newspaper editor.
    “Willie, tell Mike Cronin I want to see him right now,” says Mr. Cully (we never learn his full name) played by Willis Bouchey, who was in nearly every TV sitcom in the 1960s (My Mother the Car, The Munsters, Gomer Pyle, McHale’s Navy).
     Willie finds Cronin (Wayne) typing away at his desk. He tells him Mr. Cully wants to see him
     Cronin: “Hey, quit reading over my shoulder. It’s bad manners.”
     Willie: “What is it a novel? Cowboys and Indians?”
    Cronin: “No. Call it a passport, a ticket from here to there. Maybe a stay of execution. But whatever you call it, it’s manna from heaven.”
      Willie: “Gee, well, old iron lungs wants to see you right away.”
      Cronin: “Well, he’ll have to wait.”
      “Old iron lungs” has to wait because Cronin has a call into the press box at Yankee Stadium to Ed Shafer (played by veteran actor James Gleason, (who was nominated for an Academy Award for best supporting actor for his role as a boxing manager in “Here Comes Mr. Jordan” in 1941), a reporter buddy of his working for the big city New York Globe.
     Cronin reaches Shafer, who is covering the game, and tells Shafer that he’s got a big story that will get him a job there on the big city paper. “The biggest sports yarn since David kayoed Goliath,” Cronin says.

     Shafer says he will call Cronin back in between innings at the hotel where Cronin lives in Henryville, Pa. As soon as Cronin hangs up, “old iron lungs” does what newspaper editors do. He yells at Cronin for taking too many days off, then he yells at him for making personal phone calls.

     Too which Cronin responds, “I’ve been taking it here for 10 years. Stuck. Trapped. I’ve got just three words for you Mr. Cully -- Drop dead.” (Two words, just to mess with his editor – the best part of the film).

     Wayne, as Cronin, become the narrator, going back in time three days before, when he had visited Shafer in New York and saw “the kid” in person for the first time – Lynn Goodhue, played by Wayne’s son, Patrick Wayne.

    Cronin: “It was just another ball game. The Yanks had sown up the pennant two days before. But I couldn’t take my eyes off that kid Lynn Goodhue? I couldn’t get over the feeling I had seen him before. And then he came to bat in the sixth.

     “Then I knew why that kid looked so familiar – he was Buck Garrison all over again. Buck Garrison, probably the greatest natural ball player except for the Babe in the history of the game. He ran like Garrison, hit like Garrison, and when he struck out he did what Garrison never failed to do – that little trick of reversing his bat and bouncing the handle on home plate.

     “It was crazy. It couldn’t be. Someone besides me must have spotted the same thing, had to. You don’t forget a player like Buck Garrison. And you don’t forget the Black Sox. And you don’t forget that news kid who waited out the clubhouse with tears running down his face, to choke out, “Buck, it ain’t true, is it?”

    One of the White Sox players implicated in the 1919 Black Sox scandal was Buck Weaver. And the story goes that a young boy stood outside the courthouse during the players’ trial and said to Shoeless Joe Jackson, “Say it ain’t so, Joe.”

    Cronin goes with Shafer into the Yankees clubhouse after the game and meets Lynn Goodhue (Patrick Wayne).

     Cronin: “I just wanted to say hello and congratulate you. But I wouldn’t have picked you for Rookie of the Year.”

     Shafer: “Is that so?”

     Cronin: “You’re out of the rookie class, kid. You’re a regular on any man’s team.”

    During the conversation, Cronin asks Goodhue how he learned to play ball, and he says from his father. Cronin asks if he ever heard of Buck Garrison, and Goodhue said he remembers hearing about him from the Black Sox scandal. Wayne gets an autographed baseball from Goodhue. He leaves New York and heads for Goodhue’s home town of Coaltown, West Virginia – yes Coaltown.

     The film comes back to the present, with Cronin in his hotel room, waiting to give tell his big city newspaper pal about his big scoop about Buck Garrison’s kid. But when Cronin answers his door expecting his cleaned suit delivered, it is a woman with a gun – Ruth Dahlberg (played by Vera Miles), the young woman who we find out is Lynn Goodhue’s fiancée and who had helped Cronin find Buck Garrison during his visit to Coaltown.

    She begs Cronin not to print the story – that it would ruin Lynn Goodhue.

    Dahlberg: “How can a man be so evil? How can you honestly be so evil?”

    Cronin: I’m a newspaperman. I don’t make the facts – just report them.” (Who among us in the newspaper business hasn’t said this when described as evil?)

    The story shifts back to Cronin arriving in Coaltown. He meets Dahlberg, who tells him where to find Larry Goodhue – Lynn Goodhue’s father, who is, as we know now, Buck Garrison – played by Ward Bond, who was in 22 movies with Wayne, including “The Searchers” and “Rio Bravo.”

     He is at McKinley Park, teaching kids baseball.

    Cronin approaches him: “Hello Buck. Your boy gave me this Sunday (the autographed ball). He’s good Buck, but he will never be as good as you were."

     Garrison: “That’s where your wrong, mister. He’s already better now than I ever was.”

     Cronin: “I’d like to quote you saying that.”

     Garrison: “A newspaperman. No newspaperman ever did me any good, before or after the trouble.”

     Cronin: “It’s our job to print the news.”

     Garrison: “It had to come out sooner or later.”

     Cronin: “It’s a great story, Buck. Only one question – does the kid know?”

     Garrison: No, he don’t. You better go write your story mister. Go ahead. Print it. You don’t think I’d beg now, do you?”

     Cronin: I gotta print it Buck.”

     Garrison: “Sure, who wouldn’t? It’ll be a great break for you.

     Cronin: “One I’ve been waiting for, for a long time.”

     Garrison: “I’m glad somebody gets some good out of it.”

     But while newspapermen may be evil, John Wayne is not. Dahlberg convinces Cronin (without the gun) not to print the story.

     Cronin: "No story, Ed. Oh, I thought I had a good one on the Rookie of the Year, but no dice.”

     Shafer: “Mike did you say you had an angle on Lynn Goodhue? Oh, you silly jug head you. Mike, that angle wouldn’t be that he was really Buck Garrison’s boy, would it now? My pal, you need a change. I didn’t know you could get jungle fever in the sticks, but brother. Of course, we all know it. Anybody who would print a story like that and tell that kid….”

    So it turns out the entire Yankees press corps knew Lynn Goodhue was Buck Garrison’s kid – and nobody reported it.

    Still, Shafer sets Cronin up with a story for the Globe, and good triumphs over evil.

    As Cronin leaves his hotel, he walks by the offices of the Henryville Post-Gazette and throws the autographed Lynn Goodhue ball through the second floor window, where it hits his editor on the head, and the story ends.

    It’s not Citizen Kane, but it’s John Wayne as a sportswriter, and we should all be walking a little taller today.


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George Allen and his Over the Hill Gang
by Thom Loverro
May 05, 2014 -- 4:28pm

George Allen’s birthday was April 29. He was born in Nelson County, Va., in 1918, and died on New Year’s Eve 1990. He is one of the most important sports figures in the history of Washington, D.C., and his presence is felt today with his son, Bruce, the general manager of the Washington Redskins.

    If Bruce Allen can find men to play football like his father did, the future of the Redskins would be an interesting and successful one. That remains to be seen if he can.

     George Allen coached the Redskins from 1971 to 1977, and made football the dominant presence it is in this town still to this day. The Redskins have always been popular since they moved from Boston in 1937 and won their first NFL championship with rookie quarterback sensation Sammy Baugh. They were popular during those 1960s teams with Sonny Jurgensen and Bobby Mitchell – entertaining offensive teams, even if they were not winners.

    But Allen made this team iconic – as much of the fabric of this city as any political presence – and he did so in large part through the men he sought out to play for him. I say men, because these were unique, courageous, independent, thoughtful, talented players – known as the “Over the Hill Gang” – that Redskins fans fell in love with and treasure to this this day.

    Allen came to coach the Redskins in 1971, after one forgettable season with Bill Austin as the coach in 1970, when they went 6-8. It was a lost season in part because of the sad and unexpected death of Vince Lombardi from cancer, who had turned the Redskins around in 1969, after 15 losing seasons, with a 8-5-1 record. There was so much promise with the presence of Lombardi, and so much disappointment and sadness with his loss, that it took a special figure to bring this franchise out of it and put them back in the right direction.

    That special figure was George Allen.

   What most people don’t know is that Allen might have been in Washington three years earlier, if circumstances were different.

    Jack Kent Cooke – still a minority owner at the time of the Redskins, and also the owner of the Los Angeles Lakers and The Forum arena, wanted to hire Allen to coach the Redskins after Los Angeles Rams owner Dan Reeves first Allen for the first time after the 1968 season. But controlling partner and famed Washington lawyer Edward Bennett Williams was determined to convince Lombardi, who had retired  from coaching the Green Bay Packers after leading them to five NFL championships, including the first two Super Bowl, to come coach in Washington. So they passed on Allen.

    Allen wound up getting hired again by Reeves in Los Angeles shortly after being fired, after the Rams players threatened to revolt if Allen was let go. But he was fired again by Reeves after the 1970 season, and this time Williams jumped at the chance to hire Allen.

     “I regard him (Allen) as the best football coach in the world,” Williams said when they announced the Allen hiring.

    Williams gave Allen complete control on player personnel and a long-term contract, and, as has been repeated many times, would later say, “I gave George an unlimited budget and he exceeded it.”

    But he exceeded expectations as well, turning this franchise around quickly, assembling his “Over the Hill Gang.” We’ll examine that team and those unique individuals and the changing atmosphere of the political climate in Washington and those connections to the football team in the coming weeks.

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Boxing and boxing gyms thriving in the area
by Thom Loverro
Apr 17, 2014 -- 12:49pm

If boxing is on the ropes, you couldn’t prove it by the Washington, D.C. area. Legendary light heavyweight champion Bernard Hopkins is fighting Beibut Shumenov as part of a three-title fight Showtime boxing card at the D.C. Armory Saturday night.

Friday night there is live boxing at Rosecroft Raceway in a Keystone Boxing show featuring rising star and undefeated junior welterweight Mike Reed. Keystone Boxing does some of the best local boxing shows in the business.

The following Saturday, the flourishing amateur boxing in the area is on display when the Washington Regional Golden Gloves take place on April 26 at the Waldorf Jaycees Community Center in southern Maryland.

These fighters have to come from somewhere, and many of them come from local legendary gyms like Old School Boxing (where Buddy Harrison, at Rosecroft, runs a gym right out of central casting), and other locations, such as the Sugar Ray Leonard Boxing Center.

But gyms take on all different kinds of forms these days, and many have become hybrids – workout centers where average citizens can get in their kettle bell training alongside young kids fighting to be boxing prospects.

I found one right in my own Howard County backyard with Elite SFN in Columbia, Md, run by a former local fighter.

It’s a gym that promotes fitness for all, with different fitness classes and mixed martial arts training going on in the Red Branch Road gym. But there’s plenty of boxing as well, thanks to owner Kwame Ritter, 23, a former fighter.

“We started off small, but we’ve been expanding,” Ritter said. “We’ve doubled the size in the last six months.”

One of the programs he operates there is boxing for inner city kids from Baltimore. “I have a group from Baltimore to give kids a chance to get out of the city and come here to work out in Howard County,” Ritter said. “We talk about life and mentorship as well as teaching boxing.”

You can find good boxing and great gyms in all kinds of places in and around Washington, D.C. – as well as good fights like you’ll have this weekend.


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The closest I'll ever come to owning a baseball team
by Thom Loverro
Mar 31, 2014 -- 3:08pm

I’ve become a baseball owner – sort of, but not really. But I am part of the management of a baseball team, so it may be the closest I will ever get to owning a baseball team.


     It’s an association I am very proud of. I am on the board of directors of the DC Grays, the Washington baseball team in the Cal Ripken Summer Collegiate Baseball League.


     The DC Grays are as much about opportunities in life as they are about baseball. It’s a non-profit organization devoted to creating opportunities for inner-city youths and their families through baseball, by bringing in talented college ballplayers from around the country to play in a top-tier collegiate summer league and to conduct summer camps and clinics for inner city youths.


      That calling is more valuable than ever today, because the opportunities that do exist in the game for inner city youths have dwindled, and in some cases, disappeared. Budget cuts and changing priorities have made places to play harder to find, and with it the people committed to teach the game. The DC Grays try to fill that void, by raising money to field a team of players from a variety of college baseball programs and then serve as mentors to inner city youths teaching them about baseball and “making the most of their opportunities.


  This season, the Grays will help District youngsters in camps, and playing their home games, at the new Washington Nationals Youth Baseball Academy, a $15 million complex that will open this spring.


     This effort — a calling, if you will — relies on volunteers with a commitment to baseball and opportunities for youths in Washington, and raising money to continue the calling.

     Baseball is part of the fabric of life in Washington, D.C., and it won’t go away, no matter how many times they try to kill it. Major League Baseball has come to town not once, but three different times, the latest incarnation being Montreal Expos franchise that relocated in 2005 and became the Washington Nationals.

     When baseball returned in 2005, 34 years after the Senators left for Arlington, Texas — it came back to a different city — one where the game had not been grown among the city’s powerful and influential African-American population, a city where the game was foreign to inner city youth.

     It took several men — Antonio Scott and Brad Burris, former baseball players at Howard University — devoted to grow the game again in the neighborhoods in this city, to build the D.C. Grays in 2006.

     It was only right and appropriate to name the team the DC “Grays” — honoring the memory of the Homestead Grays, the great Negro League baseball team that played in Washington from 1939 to 1948 and featured such legendary baseball players as Josh Gibson, Buck Leonard and Cool Papa Bell. 


    When the Expos moved to Washington in 2005, one of the names that was a finalist for the relocated team was the “Grays.”


     The “Nationals” was the name selected, and the DC “Grays” picked up the banner of those legendary Negro League teams.

     The mission of the Grays was to create and develop a team that would become “ambassadors for baseball” in Washington. The main goal is to engage more inner-city youth and their families in the sport of baseball through the collegiate summer league team and the camps and clinics that spring from it.

     The Grays played in the Clark Griffith League from 2006-2009. When the league folded in 2010, the Grays came back strong in the new Cal Ripken Collegiate Summer Baseball League, led by Washington lobbyist and former college baseball player Mike Barbera as team president, along with Antonio Scott and a new board of directors.

    The Grays are a 501 c (3) not-for-profit organization — DC Grays Baseball. This calling to bringing baseball to inner city youths relies on donations from individuals and corporations, through sponsorships, gifts and partnerships.

     Different levels of sponsorships will identify the commitment to the DC Grays, from advertisements in the game programs to in-game sponsor “Thank You” announcements, your logo on the homepage of the web site and free season passes and parking for all home games at the Nationals Youth Baseball Academy.

     I will be hosting a cigar fundraiser in the coming weeks at Shelly’s Back Room in the District to help raise money for the Grays. Details will follow shortly, and I hope you can be part of it.

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Redskins Glory -- Sammy Baugh
by Thom Loverro
Mar 25, 2014 -- 11:40am
  The history and tradition of the Washington Redskins is as rich and important to pro football as any team in the National Football League. With the struggles of this franchise over the last 20 years, the glory days become more important to fans who wish for those days to return.

     You can read about free agent signings and transactions and all the other news that comes out of Redskins Park from a variety of sources, including right here at ESPN 980 – on top of everything, with great analysis.

     In this blog, I will feed that need for tradition, that thirst for history, the good feelings of the good old days, sometimes before many of you were born – good times, good memories.

   I had the good fortune of interviewing dozens of former Redskins players from writing two books about this franchise. Here you can read those interviews verbatim as they were told to me – some of them from the most legendary players in NFL history.

    I’m going to start off with the greatest Redskin of all time – some believe one of the greatest players in NFL history. Sammy Baugh played for Washington from the first year the team arrived in town from Boston in 1937 to 1952. He led the Redskins to two NFL championships – one in the inaugural 1937 season and again in 1942. He was a five-time All Star who was not only the best quarterback in football, but a top punter and defensive back. In 1943, Baugh led the league in passing, punting and, as a defender, pulling down interceptions.

    Baugh died in 2008 at the age of 94. He recently would have celebrated his 100thbirthday. I had the honor of interviewing Baugh once, and here is that interview:

    “The fans and Washington worked great that first year in 1937. We won the championship and I think there were about 10,000 people waiting for us when we got back to Washington. I never thought we have anything that big.

     “In that 73-0 game (NFL title game vs. Bears, a 73-0 loss in 1940) where we got beat by the Bears, there was a lot of stuff in the newspaper that Mr. (George) Marshall (Redskins owner) put in there about Chicago. The Bears were mad at Marshall and we were too because he said some awful things about Chicago.

     “I think (head coach) Ray Flaherty was one of the better coaches we had in Washington. Everyone respected him as a coach and I was hoping he would've stayed longer than he did. I think all the players respected him. Mr. Marshall was awfully tough on coaches. But he and I got along fine we never had a crossword that I could remember.

     “We trained on the West Coast because we had a charity game we play there in Los Angeles that the newspaper put on. We would play against the Rams and then get on a train and make our way back to Washington.

     “In 1947 we didn't have what I would call one of the better teams. But they had Sammy Baugh Day for me and the team decided that that day my pants weren’t going to get dirty. I wasn't going to get knocked around that day.

     “That was the easiest game I ever had we played to Chicago Cardinals and they had the number one team in the league. They won the championship that year. We weren't supposed to be them, but we did 45-21. Our team really played a great game. I was proud of them.

     “The fans gave me a car that day. My brother-in-law and his wife, my sister, were down from Philadelphia to see the game. I was going to take them home after the game. On the way up to Philadelphia I remember that I was supposed to go to some school back in Washington the next morning, a Monday morning. I had been intending to spend the night in Philadelphia and then come back but I had this appearance the next day, so I couldn't stay the night. I had to turn around and go back to Washington. At that time of night there were hardly any cars on the highway.

     “I was driving down the road and I saw this car before it ever got to me it was coming across the middle-of-the-road too much.  I slowed down a little bit and I thought he would straighten out, but he kept coming over toward me. So I moved over to the right a little bit. He kept coming toward me, so I had to do something. I went on the gravel. I thought he was going to hit me head on. When I hit that gravel, I slid right into the concrete bridge. That guy didn't stop just kept going. It destroyed one side of my car.”

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Happy birthday Elvis -- a big football fan
Jan 10, 2014 -- 10:31am

     Wednesday, Jan. 8, was Elvis Presley’s birthday. Elvis was a big football fan. In an interview conducted at a World Football League game between the Memphis Southmen and the Charlotte Hornets in 1975 — what does that tell you about how big a football fan Elvis was? — the King spoke of his love for the game.

     “I enjoy rugged sports,” Elvis said. “I’m not knocking people who like golf and tennis and other things. But I like rugged sports such as boxing, football, karate and things like that.

     “I have a great ambition to play football,” Elvis continued. “I’ve always had and still have, believe it or not. The thing I keep up with most is professional football. I know all the players. I know their numbers and who they play for. I watch all the games I can. I get the films from the teams themselves if I can. Next to the entertainment thing and music, football is the thing that I enjoy best.”

     Elvis was good friends with Cleveland Browns guard Gene Hickerson, who would send Elvis Browns’ game films which he would break down. He drew up his own plays, some of which have been sold at auctions.

     Before the days of a daily diet of fried peanut butter sandwiches, Elvis loved playing sandlot football. He sponsored a team in Memphis called the “Elvis Presley Enterprises Football Team” and had jerseys made up with everybody’s name on the back.


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