A Baseball Obituary

Generations Linked: A Baseball Obituary

By: Austin Alexander-May 3, 2006

Diamond Prospects was never built to serve as a personal outlet for free speech, but tonight I felt the need to give an old baseball fan his due. The older I get, the more I appreciate family. For those of you who have an elder someone in your past, you may just be able to see a glimpse of your own life in this most important ‘recap’ that I’ve ever written.

My grandfather passed away at 8:10 PM on Wednesday, May 3. I lost a friend, a confidant and my biggest baseball fan, not to mention my biggest critic!

We called him Pappaw. Former teammates of mine called him that too. So did my wife. He was a fixture at the ballpark wherever my teams played. Coaches knew him and baseball diehards enjoyed his stories.

He was full of stories. He loved to tell them and told them well. Pappaw met Joltin’ Joe, Pee Wee, Dizzy Dean, Casey Stengal, Yogi and Nolan Ryan…and would happily share his experience with you, even if you didn’t ask! Pappaw had been to Old Yankee Stadium and Crosley Field just to name a few.


He was so ‘old school,’ he referred to Roy Campanella as a contemporary catcher! His favorite player was Charlie Gehringer because, as he would say, “he handled the glove better than anyone I ever saw.”

He loved the Chicago Cubs and Greg Maddux. He despised Tom Glavine though, Pappaw said he was too big of a coward to pitch inside! His favorite pitcher was Early Wynn “because he’d knock his own mother off the plate!”

His favorite place to watch a baseball game was at Duncan Park or on the hill along the sidewalk at Spartanburg Methodist. If you’ve ever been to either, there’s a good chance you saw him there. And if you ever spoke with him, he probably fired a trivia question at you and told you something you didn’t know.

Pappaw made his first and only visit to Cooperstown, New York in 1996 with my father and me. It was my third trip to the Hall of Fame but experiencing his baseball ‘finish-line’ was a day I’ll remember with fondness forever. He’d saved up money three years earlier for that trip but ended up sending my dad and I to see my idol, Nolan Ryan, in Baltimore during The Express’ final season.

Years ago, my Pappaw drilled me on the importance of catching the baseball with two hands…so I did. He made me realize that ‘real ballplayers’ wear stirrups, not socks, and that baseball pants were meant to be pulled up to the knee…so I did. He always talked about the right way to play the game, to hustle and play hard everyday…and so I did.

When I became a coach, he made me realize the impact that a coach can have on a young man. He told me the story of a teacher he had in grade school who took an interest in him and changed his life forever. He always encouraged me to be a positive influence on the lives of young people that I shared a uniform with.

Pappaw had been ill all of my adult life. A week before he left us, I visited his hospital room in Spartanburg on the way to a high school playoff game. Each visit in recent memory was made knowing it could be our last. Well, last Wednesday was our last time together. We spent that afternoon like we’d spent many afternoon’s, watching a Cubs game on the television. No telling how many games we’ve watched together on WGN, and it didn’t matter that Chicago lost that day, I’m sure they were well below .500 when we hung out anyway! We talked some and he told me a couple of stories I’d heard dozens of times before. He was also enthused about the Renaissance season Maddux was having, “he’s never started 4-0 before you know,” he told me. After a couple of hours he told me to go on, that he knew I needed to get to the game in time to see infield and outfield. So I told him good-bye. Good-bye forever.

Four days before he died, Tim Wallace my coach at Spartanburg Methodist and dear friend, stopped by room #314 to visit with Pappaw. His Pioneers had swept a doubleheader earlier that day and he had the team sign a baseball for him. As Pappaw slipped into a coma, the ball remained in his hand until he took his final breath.

That Saturday a baseball was signed by a roster full of young men who likely did not know Bill Alexander (shown left with his great-grandson, Nolan). That night, my Pappaw received a baseball signed by a bunch of young men he likely did not know. That baseball, however, will hold a permanent place on my mantle as it represents a link from my grandfather to a group of people that will carry the baseball torch forward.

To the young player reading these words who is fortunate enough to have a Pappaw of your own: Appreciate him, get to know him, learn from him. Remember that nothing is forever. A relationship with a grandparent can be the most unique of any you have throughout life, develop that while you still can.

Baseball is a great game, trust me, no one is a bigger fan than I. But understand this, in the end it will be the relationships you build around that ball in your hand that remain with you for a lifetime.

William Lee Alexander, Sr: December 23, 1924 – May 3, 2006