Sunday, July 23, 2000
What they say about Bid
Where can you find another man who laces 'em out year after year, plays the bag to perfection and uses his think tank for the purpose it was intended. Chicago catcher Tom Donahue in 1899.
He must have hit higher than he fielded. Pete Rose, circa 1975, upon learning that the former Reds hit king, Bid McPhee, had played without a glove the first 14 years of his career.
I'll never forget one game in which Bid and I played. It was before the days of masks and pads, and a foul had smashed him in the nose. While we were patching him up, I heard one girl in the crowd say, Oh it didn't hurt him any. He's a professional. That remark became a club standby, and whenever anybody had a finger knocked out, we used to spring the estimate of that fair fan, who imagined that a professional couldn't get hurt. McPhee friend, Tom Marshall.
When he told me he was going to retire, it brought tears to my eyes. As long as I have been playing ball, I have always looked up to McPhee. He was the peer of all ballplayers, and there has never been a player who did not look up to him. He could draw a big salary as long as he
wore a uniform, whether he played or not, but he would not listen to it, and he retires as the honorable man he is. Reds manager Bob Allen in March 1900.
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