Musings: Nothing Lasts Forever

By Dick Flavin

Boston Red Sox Poet Laureate

and New York Times Best Selling Author


It feels good to be a Red Sox fan these days, doesn’t it? Four World Series

championships in the last fifteen years is the envy of all baseball. It must have felt the

same way one hundred years ago when the Red Sox were coming off their fourth

championship in just seven years. But, as fans back then were about to find out, nothing

lasts forever.

Ninety-nine years ago, on the morning of January 4, 1920, Bostonians awoke to

shattering news from which they would not recover for eighty-six long years. Red Sox

owner Harry Frazee had sold the team’s – in fact, baseball’s - biggest star to the New

York Yankees. Babe Ruth, then not yet twenty-five years of age, had already racked up

90 victories as a left-handed pitcher in his still blossoming career. Even more noteworthy,

though, was the 29 home runs he had hit in 1919, smashing the previous record.

And he was just coming into his own.

It”s hard to imagine nowadays what stunning news the deal was. This was long before

free-agency existed, it was when a team owned the rights to a player forever, unless it

decided to sell him to someone else. Frazee had a reason for selling Babe Ruth, though.

He needed the dough. Big-time.

His theatrical producing business had hit a dry spell and was bleeding money. So, too,

were the Red Sox, who had not recovered from the government’s shut-down of the 1918

season a month early (it was during World War I). This was when baseball teams’ only

source of revenue was gate receipts. To lose a whole month was devastating. There was

another reason Frazee needed the money – he lived life in the fast lane and he wasn’t

about to skimp on his life-style.

The deal for Ruth was for $100,000 cash, an unheard of amount a century ago. However,

unannounced at the time was that Yankee owner Jake Ruppert also gave Frazee a

$300,000 loan with Fenway Park as collateral. Think about it, the Yankees held the

mortgage on Fenway Park and could call the loan at anytime, thus putting the Boston Red

Sox right out of business. Jake Ruppert and the New York Yankees had Harry Frazee

right where they wanted him, in their hip pocket.

But, hey, look at the bright side. Ruth had morphed into a full-time hitter, and pitching

wins, right? The Red Sox still had the best pitching staff in baseball. But not for long.

The Ruth deal was just the tip of the iceberg.

The following October Frazee tipped Sox manager Ed Barrow that the Yankees were

looking for help in the front office. Barrow, with Frazee’s blessing, got himself

appointed Yankee general manager and immediately started cherry-picking the Red Sox


Just two months later Frazee shipped pitcher Waite Hoyt (237 wins, Hall of Fame) and

starting catcher Wally Schang to the Yankees for three nonentity players and, of course,

cash for Harry Frazee. The next year it was pitcher Sam Jones (229wins), pitcher Joe

Bush (195 wins), and shortstop Everett Scott to the Yankees for some more nonentities

and – you guessed it – cash. In August of ’22, third-baseman Jumpin’ Joe Dugan was

sent to New York for – wait for it – cash. The Yankees still lacked a front line left-

handed pitcher, so the next off season the Sox sent them Herb Pennock (240 wins, Hall of

Fame), and threw in George Pipgras (102 wins) for good measure. In return the Red Sox

got three more nonentities and Harry Frazee got cash.

So it was that in 1923, when the Yankees won their first World Series in franchise

history, Bob Shawkey was the only pitcher on the staff who won a game (he had 16 of

them) who had not been sold to them by Harry Frazee. The starting catcher, shortstop,

and third-baseman were also former members of the Red Sox, sold to the Yankees by

Harry Frazee. Oh, then there was the guy in right field who batted .393 that year, though

with only 41 homers (which was still more than anyone not named Ruth had ever hit),

and who was by then as famous as the president of the United States. He was a former

Red Soxer, too.

By that time, Harry Frazee had bailed out of baseball. Having drained the Red Sox of all

their worthwhile assets, he sold the team in June of 1923. Only a few short years before,

the Sox had been the envy of all baseball, but now they were nothing more than a

doormat and would remain so for years to come. But Frazee’s fast-lane life-style never

had to suffer a bit.

A word about “No, No, Nanette.” It’s gotten a bad rap. The mythology is that Frazee sold

Ruth to finance the play. But “No, No, Nanette” didn’t open on Broadway until April,

1925. That was more than five years after Ruth was sold and almost two years after

Frazee dumped the Red Sox. Harry Frazee sold his soul to Jake Ruppert for one reason

only: to line his pockets.

The estimable Dan Shaughnessy, in his classic book, “The Curse of the Bambino,” tells

of a night that Frazee was on the town with a pal of his. They picked up a couple of girls

at a downtown club and, in order to impress them, took them over to Fenway Park to

show them around. Their cab driver asked Frazee if he really was the owner of the Red

Sox. Frazee allowed that indeed he was. Whereupon cabbie decked him with a single

punch. If the citizenry of that day had known about the incident, they’d have held a

parade in that cab driver’s honor.

So enjoy the present Red Sox success while you can. It might go on for another year or

two, or even ten, but, life being what it is, it won’t go on forever. It’s unimagineable to

even think that the current ownership would engage in such treachery, but things change

in ways that we can’t foresee. Let’s just count our blessings that we live in such glorious

Red Sox times.