I was cruising eBay, looking to see how quickly OMW would hit there (answer: pretty quickly, and why you would pay for an advance reader’s copy is beyond me), when I came across a completely egoless bit of Scalziania: An auction for the trading card of Frank “Skeeter” Scalzi, who played one season — actually, 13 games — for the New York Giants in 1939. Well, how could I not get that? A week and $20 later, it was mine.
You’d figure a guy who plays just 13 games in the bigs must have been less than good, but interestingly enough, Skeeter hit .333 in those games, so clearly he wasn’t bad. This site, whose owner claims to be (and almost certainly is) Skeeter’s grand nephew, suggests that the player suffered from a poorly-handled contract which somehow impacted his ability to play in the big leagues for any amount of time. We also learn that Skeeter eventually became a fairly successful minor league manager and may have gone even further save for a 1950 car accident. The things you learn.
As far as I know, Skeeter is not actually any relation to me — although interestingly, he’s a native of Ohio, where I now live. Be that as it may, Scalzis of note are scarce enough on the ground that any are of interest to me, relation or not. This is what you get for having an unusual last name; if I were named, say, “Cooper,” I’d probably be less interested in a 13-game MLB player from 1939. But I’m not, and so I am.
In any event: Here’s Skeeter. Enjoy him!