My great grandfather was a professional baseball player..

[triguy46]

in the 1890s who died a penniless morphine addict in Kaw City, OK in 1925.

[Oeditpus Rex]

1. Who'd he play for?

[BrotherBuzz]

2. LOL, why do I run into you on every baseball thread?

Oh, how 'bout them Giants? I love them, but they really suck this year. :shrug:

[triguy46]

3. Still to be determined.

Very vague history since my relatives had this buried deep in the closet for decades. They much preferred the story of the man who subsequently married my great grandmother. Even my dad did not talk about it during his life.

Why is it that such things are so buried? The rest of the story is that he tore up his knees in ball, became addicted to morphine and was able to get the meds by Rx for many years. He was abusive to his wife and kids, not supporting them, (so the story has now been told to me). He was found dead in his front yard. The 'rumor' was that the local pharmacist boosted the dose in order to "do the right thing" and get rid of him. That sounds like much conjecture today. Who knows. I actually have very little interest in this.

I'm much more interested in the man who then married my great grandmother. The story on him is that in 1916 he hit a man over the head with a whiskey bottle and killed him, in locust grove, OK. he fled to texas, went to WWI, then came home, no worse for the wear.

Who knows if any of these are true.