Author: fartheroffthewall

“Ford Frick: Baseball’s Third Commissioner
And His Four Decades of Shaping the Game”

The author: Dave Bohmer
The details: University of Nebraska Press, 416 pages, $39.95, released April 1, ’26
The links: The publisher, Bookshop.org

“A League of His Own:
A. G. Spalding and
The Business of Baseball”

The author: Mark A. Stein
The details: Lyons Press, 352 pages, $39.95; released Jan. 6, ’26
The links: The publisher, the author, Bookshop.org

A review in 90 feet or less:

Americans, by and large, bi or straight, show an unreasonable hesitancy in electing a woman to hold the role as president of the United States.

Given the option of a credible female over an autocratic, nihilistic, narcissistic mad man, recent history disappointingly shows that if it could be called a “perfect storm” aberration the first time, there was an unfathomable repeat performance to come.

Claims that “the people have spoken” as a result of a general abstention of the majority deciding there was a “lesser of two evils” argument that played out was just what we’d have to accept.

Major League Baseball is primed for its own commander in chief decision sooner than later. It can, if it wants, help change some generalized thinking about leadership of America’s pastime — or what’s left of it — doesn’t have to be selected from the sausage factory of candidates.

When Rob Manfred has the expiration date of his MLB commissioner contract occur in 2029, he says he’ll be done. A top-tier dame is not only waiting in the wings, but she’s openly campaigning.

Leave it to Jane Leavy (pronounced LEV-y) to come up with the most no-nonsense manifesto — womanifesto? — of how and why baseball can be great again with her late fall 2025 book, “Make Me Commissioner: I Know What’s Wrong with Baseball and How to Fit It” (Grand Central Publishing/Hachette, $32.50 — although stupidly available on Amazon.com for 77 percent off, so please don’t chase it down there).

The Long Island broadsider, who has already pounded out critically acclaimed books about the life and times of Sandy Koufax, Mickey Mantle and Babe Ruth, aligns her campaign promises in an aggressive way that is also as much about her journey to find the truth than it is reinforcing simple beliefs about how the game has strayed from its sweet spot.

American would love Leavy and her appropriately salty language. The game would be better for her. It already is just having her manifesto published.

Leavy may not be reasonably labeled a Luddite, but she lovingly spitballs idea to take away as much technology as possible for the sake of restoring more humanity. Whatever brings back joy and romance that’s been buried in data-driven digbats. Her idea of “three true outcomes” is finding room for more afternoon games, better access for kids in the ballpark and reversing the epidemic of pitching injuries with better guidelines in place. Along the way, she saddles up next to like-minded thinkers — Dave Roberts, Dusty Baker, Bill James and Janie Marie Smith — to add their voices.

“I know you should be commissioner,” former big-league chucker Bill “Spaceman” Lee says at one point. “You’re not for the players. You’re not for the owners. You’re for the game.”

Leavy blushes, and carries on.

Maybe she can also reverse this whole thing involved how and why Athletics moved out of Oakland, escaped to Sacramento, and await a new ballpark in Vegas to be finished.

(And, by the way, pro baseball does already have a female commissioner. Google the name Justine Siegal if you have a moment. That’s “gal” at the end, not … never mind.)

“Baseball’s Most Outrageous
Promotions: From Wedlock and Headlock Day
to Disco Demolition Night”

The author: Joseph Natalicchio
The details: McFarland, 254 pages, $29.95, released Dec. 4, ‘26
The links: The publisher, Bookshop.org

A review in 90 feet or less:

In March 1966, John Lennon made his famously toxic comment that he considered The Beatles to be “more popular than Jesus.” It came from a restless give-and-take he had with a British reporter about the influence pop culture had on modern youth versus organized religion.

The backlash to something taken a bit out of context resulted in Lennon having to wear it. Where he stood in the U.K., it made more sense. And having experienced the U.S. Beatlemania, it had more context.

Sixty years later, as we sit in the spring of 2026, what if we were to suggest — Pope Leo XIV is more popular than the Beatles.

Talk amongst yourselves. And consider the role baseball has played in measuring all of this over the year with its promotional muscle.

The Chicago White Sox have fully embraced the ideology of how the man known in his previous religious life as Robert Prevost had a devout allegiance to the South Siders, because that’s where he grew up before ascending to the throne of St. Peter.

Earlier this month the team created a “Pope Hat” giveaway to take place on Aug. 11 against the Cincinnati Reds at their home park of Rate/Guaranteed Rate/U.S. Cellular/Comiskey Park Re-Do. Initially, it was supposed to be a theme-night giveaway, capped at around 1,500 who bought tickets in specific sections. The promo quickly went viral. Now it’s a “Pope hats for the masses” promotion.

Since Leo’s election last year, the Sox’s ballpark held a Catholic Mass in his honor. The team put up a mural honoring him near where he once watched a World Series game in 2005, a virtual video that went viral from researchers at Fox Sports, who covered that game.

This Pope hat event doesn’t seem to be all that outrageous, let alone bordering on anything considered blasphemous.

Not from a franchise once owned by the immortal Wild Bill Veeck Jr.

Veeck’s chief promotional rival during his time was Charles O. Finley.

And consider what Charlie O. tried to pull as his Kansas City Athletics were floundering in the American League during the ’64 season and sought relief from Lennon and friends.

Finley had the idea that, since the Beatles were already traversing the states that summer, why not hang out for a day in K.C.? The group’s landmark North America concert tour the previous February caused quite a sensation. They were now prepared to return and do 32 shows in 24 cities over 31 days from August to September.

The Fab Five’s manager, Brian Epstein, turned down Finley’s initial offer of $60,000. Finley went to $100,000. Still no. Finley upped it to $150,000. That’s merely as $1.6 million in today’s dollars — but the largest any American artist had ever received for a single show.

Done deal. Sept. 17 it will be.

At a time when the Beatles are doing more theaters, convention halls and arenas than massive ballparks — their famous events at Shea Stadium and Dodger Stadium came in 1965, and their last concert, at San Francisco’s Candlestick Park in 1966, about five months after Lennon’s “Jesus” remarks — Finley had a stadium venue that should have accommodated larger numbers and likely make up what he put out for it. It was much larger than places on this tour such as the Hollywood Bowl, Boston Gardens, Toronto’s Maple Leaf Gardens and New York’s Forest Hills Stadium (the private tennis club in Queens) and later the Paramount Theater.