These crying eyes

Caleb Crying
Caleb Williams sobbing in his mother’s arms after losing to Washington last week.

As a 12-year-old Little League baseball player in the mid-1960s, I pitched for a woebegone team named the Angels in Bryan, Texas. We didn’t win very many games.

Still, I wanted to win, so much so that often tears would fall as I stood on the mound late in a game in which we were hopelessly behind.

Near the conclusion of one game, our feisty third-baseman walked over to the mound and said something that has stuck with me for almost 60 years.

“Why do you always cry when you are pitching?” he demanded.

I don’t remember my answer, but I sure remember his question.

I’m writing this because of something that happened after the recent college football game between Southern Cal and Washington. You might have caught the clip of USC quarterback Caleb Williams going into the stands after the loss and being consoled by his mother as he sobbed.

Here’s a take on in the incident from CBS Sports.

I was listening to the Dan Patrick radio show this week when a caller to the show asked DP if the sight of Caleb Williams crying after the game would hurt his draft placement. The current reigning Heisman Trophy Winner, Williams is certain to be drafted among the top three picks, perhaps even first.

A self-proclaimed crier himself, Patrick reacted to the question as if it was intended to insult Williams (I’m certain it was, too).  He told the caller that there’s nothing about what the QB did that would diminish his draft status.

However, the incident and questions afterward stirred some emotions in me, because I still feel the sting of my third baseman’s confrontational question so long ago.

I’ve since thought about why I cried on the mound and concluded it was because I wanted so much to be successful and the frustration that it wasn’t happening. A lot.

But I don’t see that shedding tears after (during?) an emotional game diminishes an athlete. What other athletes are famous for shedding tears during or after a game?

I can remember a few. Michael Jordan lay on the locker room floor and shed tears after winning the 1996 NBA title that he dedicated to his late father. Serena Williams cried as she met the press after a hotly contested loss in the 2018 U.S. Open finals.

In fact, here’s a video compilation of some of the saddest athletic moments filled with tears.

My point with all of this is that there’s no shame in tears flowing in the wake of an emotional moment for an athlete. It happens.

The 2023 me is more apt to shed tears watching an emotional scene in a movie, like Roy Kent rushing to the stadium to take his place among the coaches in Ted Lasso while “She’s a Rainbow” plays in the background. Or when George Bailey discovers he really is the “richest man in town” at the conclusion of It’s a Wonderful Life.”

Of course, my career as a soft-throwing Little League pitcher ended in 1965.

Yes, there were tears and a pointed question from my third baseman. It’s a moment etched into my memory.

And that’s the only photographic evidence.

For Ed, Cardinals baseball a lifelong ‘addiction’

Ozzie Go Crazy
Ozzie Smith’s St. Louis Cardinals teammates celebrate his game-winning home run vs. the Dodgers in the 1985 playoffs

Editor’s note: My friend Ed Godfrey grew up in Eastern Oklahoma as a passionate St. Louis Cardinals fan, a devotion that began by listening to their games on his family’s big console radio. More than 50 years later, Ed remains a baseball fan and still follows the Cardinals with the same passion as he did as a 10-year-old Stigler Little Leaguer. I asked him to write about what sparked his fandom for the team from St. Louis, and he obliged with this essay.

By Ed Godfrey
When I was a kid, baseball was king. That gives you a clue to how old I am. Yes, I am old enough to draw Social Security.

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Ed Godfrey

I played Little League baseball, proudly donning the uniforms of King’s Tire Service, Guaranty Abstract and Davis Packing Company, some of the generous sponsors in Stigler who allowed the town’s pre-teen youth to live out their summer dreams on the ball diamond.

Like the Cardinals great utility man in the ’80s, Jose Oquendo, I would play everywhere on the field at some point. Dad nixed my playing days at catcher after just one game because he was afraid I would get hurt.

Center field was my best position, but I also took the bump a lot. I didn’t have Nuke LaLoosh stuff, but I could do what often none of my other teammates could do. Throw the ball over the plate.

Man, I loved baseball. Whenever I had a dime, I would ride my bicycle the six blocks from home to the Five & and Dime store in downtown Stigler and buy a pack of baseball cards.

I was a pretty avid card collector in the early ’70s. And yeah, I stupidly put some of them on the spokes of my bike and glued others in a scrapbook, but most of my treasures are still intact. Thank you, mom, for not throwing away my baseball cards.

As you get older, I think the more you want to go back and be a kid again. That’s why I still buy baseball cards today. Nostalgia.

Back when I was a kid, I didn’t miss the major league game of the week on Saturday afternoons. Yeah, we got one baseball game on television each week. I also loved This Week in Baseball narrated by Mel Allen.

And I was a frequent listener of Major League Baseball games on the radio. This is how I became a St. Louis Cardinals fan.

First of all, the Cardinals were really good in the late ’60s. When I was 7, they won the ’67 World Series over the Red Sox. Then when I was 8, they lost the ’68 World Series to the Tigers.

(Don’t ask me about the ’85 World Series against the Royals, I am still ticked off about Game 6. Now, Game 6 of the 2011 World Series Game 6, that one was magical)

For many years, the Cardinals were the only major league team west of the Mississippi River and they developed a loyal following thanks to mighty KMOX-AM radio, which had a long reach throughout the South and Midwest.

KMOX helped turn countless families into Cardinals fans since 1926, including a kid in Stigler, Oklahoma.

When the Cardinals played on the West Coast and games started past my bedtime, I would sneak a transistor radio under my pillow so I could still listen to the broadcast without my parents knowing.

ConsoleOtherwise, I would listen to games on our bulky old stereo-record combo that we had in our living room. In 1971, and I can still hear Jack Buck’s call of Bob Gibson striking out Willie Stargell to end the game for Gibby’s only no-hitter of his career.

“If you were here, it would have made you cry,” Buck proclaimed.

I wasn’t there but I felt like I was, thanks to one of the great baseball announcers in history.

When the Cardinals made the playoffs in the ’80s, every game, of course, was televised. But I turned the volume down on the TV and tuned in the radio for the play by play to listen to Buck.
I got to hear his great “Go Crazy” call in the ’85 National League Championship Series against the Dodgers when Ozzie Smith unexpectedly hit the game-winning homer in Game 5.


I did “Go Crazy” in my apartment in Edmond, leaping from the sofa and landing on my knees in front of my TV in celebration.

A few years later I started dating my future wife. She tolerated my obsession with the Cardinals and actually enjoyed listening to Buck’s voice, even though she knew little about baseball.

Instead of going out on the town one Friday night, she drove from Norman to my apartment in Edmond and agreed to watch the Cardinals-Braves game with me on what was then Ted Turner’s superstation, TBS, which carried all the Braves games.

I promised we would go out for dinner after the game. It lasted 22 innings. My man Oquendo even came in and pitched when the Cardinals’ bullpen was depleted. (Told you he was a great utility player). He pitched several scoreless innings, but the Cards couldn’t get him a run and they lost.

Linda watched all 22 innings and never complained. Maybe she slept through an inning or two, I can’t remember for sure, but the point is she stayed until the end and then drove back home in the early morning hours. As Buck would say, “That’s a winner.”

I don’t listen to Cardinal games on the radio anymore because Buck and his broadcast partner, Mike Shannon, are no longer with us. Nothing against the new announcers, but it’s not the same for me.

This summer, I even stopped watching the Cardinals on TV because they stink this season. It’s been a long time since they have been this bad.

Well, the truth is I haven’t quit on them completely. I still sneak a peek once a while to see if the bullpen is going to blow another game and then I start cussing when they do.

It’s a lifelong addiction.