Whoooa horsey!

Haven't done a magazine cover illustration in a while. Pretty happy with how these came out. Thanks Susan Abbott and SMM up in Minnesota.

The Yankee Clipper, AKA "Joltin' Joe" DiMaggio

"Giuseppe Paolo" to Momma that is.
Number twelve so far in my series of All-Time Baseball greats,
The son of an Italian immigrant fisherman, Joseph Paul ”Joe“ DiMaggio. Voted in Baseball's Centennial year of 1969, (after induction into the Baseball Hall of Fame back in 1955,) as the greatest living player. Was a three-time MVP winner and an All-Star in each of his thirteen seasons. During his tenure with the New York Yankees, the club won ten American League pennants and nine, count them, nine, World Series championships. His is best known for his 56-game hitting streak (May 15-July 16, 1941,) a record that still stands to this day.
He also is well known as one of Marilyn Monroe's beaus, albeit it briefly as a married couple. Interestingly enough it was reported that while they were married, in September of 1954, Marilyn was filming ”The Seven Year Itch” with 20th Century Fox. The Director, Billy Wilder, wanted a media circus and got one. Much to Joe's chagrin and downright anger. While filming the mega-famous “skirt blowing” scene in front of Manhattan‘s Trans-Lux 52nd Street Theater, Joe and Marilyn had a “yelling battle” inside the theater‘s lobby. A month later, Marilyn filed for divorce on grounds of mental cruelty. Afterwards, Joe got counseling, stopped drinking, and pursued other interests. The couple reconciled years later in February of '61, and she visited him in Florida whilst he was working as a hitting coach. Other reports were that Joe had planned on re-marring Marilyn, but, was always concerned about the type people she was surrounded by. By August of 1962, Marilyn was dead. Joe and his son, Joe Jr., barred the celebrity Hollywood elite from her funeral. He had a half-dozen red roses delivered three times a week to her crypt for 20 years, and he refused to talk about her publicly or otherwise exploit their relationship. He never married again. When he died in 1999, his last words were "I'll finally get to see Marilyn. 

Not just another ”Close Second”

“People ask me what I do in winter when there’s no Baseball. I’ll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.” Quote attributed to Rogers Hornsby, still second only to Ty Cobb for career batting average at .358. Nicknamed “The Rajah,” (Monarch or Princely Ruler) he played for 23 seasons from 1915 thru 1937 for the St.Louis Cardinals, New York Giants, Boston Braves, Chicago Cubs, and the St. Louis Browns. From Wikipedia:
“Hornsby is one of the best hitters of all time. His career batting average of .358 is second only to Ty Cobb, at .367, in MLB history. He also won two Triple Crowns and batted .400 or more three times during his career. He is the only player to hit 40 home runs and bat .400 in the same year (1922). His batting average for the 1924 season was .424, a mark that no player has matched since. He was elected to the National Baseball Hall of Fame in 1942 and the St. Louis Cardinals Hall of Fame in 2014.Hornsby married three times, in 1918, 1924, and 1957, and had two children, one from each of his first two marriages.
Known as someone difficult to get along with, he was not at all well-liked by his fellow players. He never smoked, drank, or went to the movies, but frequently gambled on horse races during his career.”
Hmmm. Maybe he should have found something better to do during the offseason than staring out of the window. ; )

Rest In Peace, B.B.

B.B. King, 1925-2015
Colored pencil drawing with black Prismacolor VeriThin and regular Prismacolor black. Colored digitally.

The Million Dollar face of early 20th Century Sports: "The Flying Dutchman"

Number nine, in no particular order, of my Baseball Greats drawings.

With a face and body like it was hewn from the stone walls of the coal mines of his home town of Pittsburgh, Johannes Peter "Honus" Wagner, was a gritty leader of the early generation of Baseball greats. One of the first five members to be inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame, Honus, or as his Mother, and later fellow players called him, "Hans," is considered to be the best shortstop ever by baseball historians. It's hard to compare the game today with what it was in the late 19th and early 20th Century, but, considering the "dead ball" era of the game made runs much harder to come by, Honus Wagner compiled a lifetime batting average of .329, with 3,430 hits, 1,732 RBIs, and 722 stolen bases. He was the first to ever steal second base, third base and home consecutively in August 1899 under a new rule differentiating between advanced bases and stolen bases. He also played, and played well, into his 40s. If you are not a huge baseball fan, you've probably still heard the name.

Like how his very rare, "T206" early baseball cards are selling for hundreds of thousands, even millions of dollars recently at auction. The Honus face most, including myself I must admit, are familiar with, is that of a natty young, dark haired man on the 1910-1911 tobacco cards that he didn't like. Thats how they became rare as not many were made or distributed. Long before the first 1936 Hall of Fame induction, he actually refused to send his portrait to a "Hall of Fame" for batting champions because, in his words, his performance in the previous season's World Series in which his Pittsburgh team lost to a Christy Mathewson and Cy Young lead "Boston American's" was "..too bum last year." He even went on to say "I was a joke in that Boston-Pittsburgh (1903) Series", and "What does it profit it a man to hammer along and make a few hits when they are needed only to fall down when it comes to a pinch? I would be ashamed to have my picture up now." (He and his Pittsburgh team would be redeemed in the 1909 World Series, beating the Ty Cobb lead Detroit Tigers.) Refreshing character and honesty not often seen any more in the world of professional sports. Last I heard, "2.8 Million Dollar" character. Not bad for the son of German immigrants from the mines of "The Burgh."

http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/roadshow/fts/the_one_that_got_away.html

The Importance of Being Ernest-ly Happy

 Number eight in my ongoing Baseball greats drawing series. Once again, my History Channel "This Date in History" daily calendar made it clear who the next subject would be. On this day 45 years ago, May 12, 1970, at the "Friendly Confines" of the Cubs home, Wrigley Field, Ernest "Ernie" Banks, aka "Mr. Cub," (and "Mr. Sunshine,") hit his 500th home run, becoming only the ninth member in the history of the game to do so. (And he did it, fittingly, against my Atlanta Braves. side note: Hank Aaron, served as best man at Ernie's third marriage as well) I hate to admit, although I loved the history of the Cubs franchise, and respected their incredibly loyal "Cubbies fans," I didn't know much about their most famous players. If there is a picture for how to play America's sacred pastime, look up Ernie Banks pictures online. The epitome of pure happiness and joy. What a great way to start my day. RIP, Ernie, (he passed in January of this year,) and thanks for your shining example of the true spirit of sports. An apropos quote from the self made man himself: "You must try to generate happiness within yourself. If you aren't happy in one place, chances are you won't be happy anyplace."....and: "It's a beautiful day for a ballgame... Let's play two!"
It's a beautiful day indeed, Ernie. Thanks for your wisdom.

The Horse before The Man

Even casual fans of Baseball are familiar with Cal Ripkin Jr., “The Iron Man” of Baseball, however, many forget the man whose record he broke, Lou Gehrig, “The Iron Horse.” Until of course they hear about the rare disorder that bears his name: “Lou Gehrig's Disease,” or “ALS.” Tragically, the disease ended his career at age 36 in 1939, and his consecutive games streak at 2,130. His consecutive streak, in my opinion, has even more meaning in that he played the last seasons with the disease probably already present, but, undetected. All the while continuing to amass records. He hit a career .340, hit 493 home runs, won a World Series six times, and was an All-Star seven times, to name just a few. If you ever want to see a grown American man cry like a baby, watch with him the Baseball movie classic: “The Pride of the Yankees,” starring Gary Cooper. You even get a great peak at the actual Babe Ruth, playing himself. The unassuming grace, determination, and dignity that Gehrig played his entire career was epitomized by what became known as “The Gettysburg Address of Baseball,” at a sold out Yankees Stadium on July 4th, 1939.

“Fans, for the past two weeks you have been reading about the bad break I got. Yet today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth. I have been in ballparks for seventeen years and have never received anything but kindness and encouragement from you fans.

When you look around, wouldn't you consider it a privilege to associate yourself with such fine looking men as are standing in uniform in this ballpark today? Sure, I'm lucky. Who wouldn't consider it an honor to have known Jacob Ruppert? Also, the builder of baseball's greatest empire, Ed Barrow? To have spent six years with that wonderful little fellow, Miller Huggins? Then to have spent the next nine years with that outstanding leader, that smart student of psychology, the best manager in baseball today, Joe McCarthy? Sure, I'm lucky.

When the New York Giants, a team you would give your right arm to beat, and vice versa, sends you a gift—that's something. When everybody down to the groundskeepers and those boys in white coats remember you with trophies—that's something. When you have a wonderful mother-in-law who takes sides with you in squabbles with her own daughter—that's something. When you have a father and a mother who work all their lives so that you can have an education and build your body—it's a blessing. When you have a wife who has been a tower of strength and shown more courage than you dreamed existed—that's the finest I know.

So I close in saying that I might have been given a bad break, but I've got an awful lot to live for. Thank you.” Clips from speech on YouTube

Mister Clemente's heart

 A stand out player. Twelve time All-Star. All around class act. Inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame posthumously after his tragic death. Born in Puerto Rico, he was involved in charity work every offseason for those in need in the Caribbean and Latin American countries. Tragically, he died December 31st, 1972 while on the way to one such mission.
To aid the victims of an earthquake in Nicaragua. Also, a Marine Corp Reservist who trained at Parris Island, SC, Camp LeJeune, NC, and in Washington DC.

Williams for Wednesday

The next in my series of Baseball greats, Ted Williams. Rather than just refer to him as the nickname I knew: "The Splendid Splinter," I've copied and pasted the many deserving nicknames he acquired over his illustrious career: Nicknamed "The Kid", "The Splendid Splinter", "Teddy Ballgame", "The Thumper" and "The Greatest Hitter Who Ever Lived", Williams is regarded as one of the greatest hitters in baseball history.
A little something for the Beantown fans.

Ty Cobb, the Georgia Peach

Ty Cobb, the "Peach" that played like a tiger.
Another in my series of Baseball greats.

The Hammer, Hammerin' Hank Aaron

Another in a series of Baseball greats. This one is personal. Being from Atlanta, I was fortunate enough to get to see a lot of Braves games. The most memorable of all will be Hank Aaron hitting home run number 715 to break Babe Ruth's very long standing record. I was just a kid, but, I will never forget my Dad's voice, seemingly before the crack of the bat: “There it GOES!,” then, standing in my seat and clapping and cheering for what seemed like hours. Many many years later I had the honor and pleasure of meeting Hank in person. He showed the same humbleness and dignity in simply shaking my hand as he did for his 21 years as a pro player.

Historic Day, not just for American Baseball.

On this day, April 15, 1947, Jackie Robinson played his first game for the Brooklyn Dodgers, becoming the first African American to play in the Major Leagues. I had already finished the rough sketch for my next drawing in the series of American Baseball greats, when I woke this morning to see my "This Day in History" calendar. Nuff said! Time to change gears a bit and render a different drawing! Again drawn around 14x17 and colored in Procreate on my iPad.

The "Say Hey Kid," Willie Mays

The next in a series. The talented Willie Mays. I'm having some fun now! Slowly starting to get on a roll. Hand drawn around 14x17 with Prismacolor and Col-Erase pencils, then picture taken into Procreate on my iPad and further colored.

Happy Spring, Happy Baseball!

Happy Spring, Happy Baseball! ...The Babe. The Sultan of Swat. The Bambino. Quite by coincidence today I realized while working on this drawing, that one year ago today, April 8th, I had posted about Hammerin' Hank Aaron breaking Ruth's home run record on this date in 1974.

Happy Birthday old friend.

The Eiffel Tower opened on this day in 1889. I was lucky enough to get a Rick Steves tip and landed in this "room with a view" in the Hotel Dela Tour Eiffel, so, had to do a sketch. Circa 97. (If you look closely at the sketch caption, I believe the room number is there as well for those of you who might want to check out the identical view in person some day!) Also included are a couple of unpublished poster ideas.