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Don Mossi

June 15, 2010

The concept of the muse suggests that artistic inspiration is a soaring rendezvous with some sort of personification of perfection. I’d guess that more often art struggles to its feet as a messy, necessary reply to either the grueling sameness of everyday life or to jarring, terrible deviations from that sameness. Somehow, when encountered in cardboard form, Don Mossi embodied both of these crucibles, a man whose haunting mien threw the children who gazed upon it out of the dream of a flawless baseball heaven and back into their imperfect everyday solitudes, where they would be troubled forever after by Mossi, that bringer of the news that life will not be beautiful.

The first to wrestle this specific burden of knowledge into art were Brendan Boyd and Fred Harris, who used their gifts for figurative language and hypothetical riffs to sing of Don Mossi. In their seminal 1973 work, The Great American Baseball Card Flipping, Trading and Bubblegum Book, Mossi is discussed in terms of his bullpen partnership with fellow Cleveland relief ace Ray Narleski, as if even years after his retirement the world was not quite ready to look upon Don Mossi alone: 

[Narleski and Mossi] always reminded me of two small-town undertakers who, having found the world at large a particularly cold and hardhearted place to do business in, have banded together in a desperate and distrustful partnership for the purposes of mutual self-preservation. Narleski with his sly little-boy grin and the darting, fishy eyes of the small-time criminal handles the customer relations, and Mossi with his loving-cup ears and the dark hulking presence of one newly dead or resurrected does all the dirty work. (p. 64)

 

The card used to illustrate the passage features Mossi looking particularly sepulchral in a Tigers uniform. Many years later, cartoonist Daniel Clowes recreated the card in his Eightball comic along with a caption that seemed to give voice to the most common reaction of having an image of Mossi in mind.

The most well-known rendering of Don Mossi, which includes the notion that Don Mossi was “the complete, five-tool ugly player,” comes from Bill James’ short article on the subject in his Historical Abstract, but while the “five-tool ugly” passage is hilarious, I prefer some earlier sentences in James’ piece, when he simply peers directly into the face of Mossi and describes what he sees:

Mossi’s ears looked as if they had been borrowed from a much larger species, and reattached without proper supervision. His nose was crooked, his eyes were in the wrong place, and though he was skinny he had no neck to speak of, just a series of chins that melted into his chest. An Adam’s apple poked out of the third chin, and there was always a stubble of beard because you can’t shave a face like that. He looked like Gary Gaetti escaping from Devil’s Island. (p. 245)

 

There’s just something about that face. It stays with you. It makes you want to do something. There’s no way around it: it inspires. Mike Shannon, in his book Tales from the Dugout, relates how the image of Don Mossi’s face on a baseball card led to new life and new connections, a cult of Mossi arising around a wild Cincinnati party thrown every year on his birthday and climaxing in a phone call to the man himself.

Out of all the cultural growth spawned by Don Mossi, the party related by Mike Shannon is the most touching, in that, as the co-creator of the party, Tom Jackson, relates, the party “started out mocking Mossi, but as it went on year after year he became a hero, sort of a folk hero. We found out he is a very decent guy, a real dedicated family man.”

Mossi was a good pitcher, too, which often seems to get overlooked when he’s mentioned (he’s been mentioned before on this very site, in an early post I did on Andy Etchebarren, and I neglected to mention Mossi’s pitching prowess, instead going for the cheap shot of calling him “the Babe Ruth of ugly”). Bill James, always on the money with this sort of thing, does call Mossi “pretty darned good,” but the praise is like a quick glimpse of the back of a card soon forgotten amid all the hours of staring queasily and with strangely tenacious fixation at the front of the card.

I for one have been staring at the front of the 1966 Don Mossi card at the top of this page for days, ever since it was very kindly given to me by a fellow baseball card fanatic named Bruce at my book-signing in San Diego this past Saturday. (Bruce does not shy away from the face of Don Mossi but, perhaps like some sort of medieval penitent believing that subjecting oneself to horrors daily might bring one closer to a holy life, has made the collecting of Don Mossi cards the center of his continuing forays into baseball card collecting.) The 1966 card is Mossi’s last, and it is Bruce’s favorite. I can’t remember Bruce’s exact thoughts on why it was his favorite, but I think part of it had to do with him being in baseball nowhere with the Kansas City A’s. He had, in his earlier years, been a member of good and, in 1954, his first year, even great teams, and now here he was, on the brink of oblivion with a team that would soon cease to exist in its current form. The theme of imminent dissolution extends to his features, which all seem to be straining to escape the general parameters of what it means to be a part of a face. Only the context of a baseball card would fix the mass in the background as the blurred image of a stadium; taken on its own, the mass seems much more like a polluted cresting wave. In moments, Don Mossi will be no more, the cubist collage that is his face swept away in a grimy riptide.

Enough, no more. Turn the card over. Go back to the beginning. To things that can be measured and understood. In 1954, Don Mossi helped win a pennant. He went 6 and 1 with a 1.94 ERA. Just above the stats for that first season of Don Mossi’s major league career is some text, including this sentence: “The vet reliever retired 27 straight batters in 8 relief appearances in 1954.”

That’s right. In his own way, and quietly, and long ago, and in lumpy fits and starts, Don Mossi set down an entire nine innings worth of batters in a row. Don Mossi was perfect.

13 comments

  1. When I was a kid, one of the older neighbor boys gave me his baseball card collection. I was thrilled because a few of the cards went back to the mid 1960s. While excitedly thumbing through the cards, I remember passing by a 1971 Carew and a 1970 Clemente to instead fixate on the most cartoonish face I had ever seen in my 10 years on Earth. It was the same 1966 Don Mossi that you show here. That image is forever burned in my brain. Thanks for the flashback. And, I still have that card all these years later.


  2. One of the one-star review for Tales from the Dugout may be my new favorite Amazon review:

    “This is the worst book in the history of books!!!!! My friend said it was good and i won’t tell you that his name is cory shneck. Or SMS student. But it is the worst and most boring book in the world! Never read this book even if your being tortured!”


  3. Mossi’s ’66 card looks like something from an alternate universe where the A’s play in K.C. and this odd looking man is actually a big league pitcher.
    Then to make it more odd, Topps decides to make the lettering sequence Purple and Yellow??

    Mossi was actually a pretty damn good pitcher for only having 1500innings pitched in the big leagues. He had a career 115era+, 19.8 career WAR, in about 10 seasons. His 194era+ in 93 innings was pretty damn impressive for a rookie in 1954. He finished 5th in 1959 and 9th in 1961 for WAR among A.L. pitchers.

    He lead the league in BB/9 and BB/K in 1961. and ranks 100th all time in BB/K ratio.

    Here’s his career listing: http://www.baseball-reference.com/players/m/mossido01.shtml


  4. Years ago, when I first read that Mossi passage from the Boyd and Harris book I nearly split a gut laughing. Sometimes I just pull it out again when I’ve had an especially bad day. Today is far from one of those, but thank you, anyway.


  5. polfro: I’ve always loved that passage, too, and when I was typing the quote into this post I wondered if it might serve, with a little revision, as a portrait of the artists (Boyd/Harris = Narleski/Mossi):

    “two small-town [writers] who, having found the world at large a particularly cold and hardhearted place to do business in, have banded together in a desperate and distrustful partnership for the purposes of mutual self-preservation…”


  6. In my all-time favorite baseball Book Ball Four, Jim Bouton puts Mossi on the “All-Ugly Nine”. Refering to Mossi’s protruding ears, Bouton says Mossi “looked like a cab going down the street with its doors open.”


  7. I’ve been waiting to see when you would quote Boyd and Harris, Josh, and you picked the perfect occasion. The mid-sixties Tigers had an odd collection of players with adjectives (Lumpe, Mossi, Brown) and nouns (Wood, Cash) for last names. This is, of course, apropos of nothing, and it is so good to have a place where it nevertheless feels quite appropriate to mention it. Thanks, Josh…


  8. He looks like he is wearing one of those rubber halloween masks. In this photo he is 10 years younger than Jamie Moyer is now, but looks 10 years older.


  9. I just came across a 1964 “Tiger Twirlers” card. It has Mossi standing in the middle of three pitchers, the others being Frank Lary and Jim Bunning. (http://detroittigerscards.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html)

    Mossi’s dumbo ears stand out even more when next to others. But his physique is clearly that of a pro ballplayer and makes it clear how he attained the successes mentioned by johnq11. When not cursed with a closeup face shot he’s a pro athlete, no doubt about it.

    It’s a striking contrast – the face still carries all the meaning you mentioned but is paired with a body that doesn’t match. Kind of like the mix-and-match head/torso/legs games for kids.


  10. I hear Bugs Bunny chanting, “Dogpile on Don Mossi…” I’ll forgo the fun, offering an odd stat in the unique-looking hurler’s favor.

    As co-editor of Sports Collectors Digest eons ago, Mossi’s years-old legend of “he signs one and keeps the rest” remained. In an SCD profile, he announced that he’d “sign one autograph, but keep the rest for the grandkids. They have a pretty good collection!”

    Amazingly, in recent results on http://www.sportscollectors.net, collectors report that Mossi is signing additional cards through the mail.

    Maybe the family has seen enough of grandpa?

    Tom Owens
    http://www.BaseballByTheLetters.blogspot.com


  11. Josh,

    Thanks for posting the card I gave you in San Diego. My stepson gave me your book as a birthday present and he got a kick out of seeing the “5 Tool Ugly” Mossi on your blog. I took your suggestion and picked up a copy of the “The Great American Baseball Card” book to compliment my bathroom library.


  12. stagedad37: Thank YOU for the card!

    Enjoy the Boyd/Harris book. According to this avid throne-sitting reader, there’s no better bathroom book.


  13. That Boyd/Harris book is one of the best of all times. My sister brought it home from the library when I was 6 or 7. I loved baseball cards then. I read it and I am certain I didn’t get most of the jokes.

    Someone gave me another copy years later. I feel like I have a hole because I can’t remember who did. But yeah, it’s one of the best.

    Good night, Sibby Sisti, wherever you are.

    http://timemisspent.wordpress.com



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