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My name is Summer Anne. I work at BuzzFeed, draw pictures of baseball players, and listen to a lot of old music. I'm also on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook, duh.

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Houston Astros coaches, spring training, 1967.

(Found on Mears)

Satchel Paige inexplicably wearing a Houston Astros uniform, 1965. I love this uniform and this man’s amazing face (which I am drawing right now!).

[found in the comments section of an old <a href=””>Uni-Watch</a> post]

I am writing for NotGraphs now and this is my sentimental debut post. I’m not going to add every post I make over there to this blog so go ahead and add the site to your daily reads if you haven’t already. It’ll be worth your while and it is populated by writers much cooler than me. I will be doing some illustrated stuff for them as well! FUN. TIMES.


(can you tell who I’m researching/drawing tonight for a project?)

11.1.65: Abbe Lane and Maury Wills. Via LA Times.

Here’s a picture I drew about baseball last night.

WOW. I just stumbled upon the work of Feg Murray while looking up pictures of Kiki Cuyler on google image search. I am blown away. I was just telling Lei-Leen yesterday about how I wish I was born 80 years earlier so I could have been a newspaper comic artist, which is what I really feel like Every Hall of Famer is at it’s heart. And then today, I find this. Feg was primarily known for his “Seeing Stars” series, which featured Hollywood celebrities in a format similar to Ripley’s Believe It Or Not. I can’t find much more info on these baseball drawings, but I am so inspired right now! I just want to draw for days.

Baseball bigwigs, eager to round up all forgotten heroes for next year’s centennial, decided that Dan Casey had valid claim to baseball immortality. This spring Oldster Casey, now 76, was rewarded with a lifetime pass to all ball parks, was introduced to the U. S. public on a radio program. Last week, the Baltimore Orioles, whose feats have been almost as integral a part of baseball folklore as Casey’s, invited the latest Maryland celebrity to stage a revival of Casey-at-the-bat as a prologue to a night game with the Jersey City Giants. It rained on “Casey Night.” Dan Casey, neatly garbed in a business suit and Oriole cap, stepped gingerly to the plate, wrapped his gnarled fingers round a bat for the first time in 40 years. From 2,000 throats or more there rose a lusty yell as Oriole Coach Rogers Hornsby, recent manager of the St. Louis Browns, wound up for the special strikeout.
Wow. I just stumbled upon this amazing Time magazine article, circa 1938. It is a seemingly long forgotten story about a claim by player Dan Casey that the famous baseball poem ‘Casey At The Bat' was actually about him and not King Kelly — incidentally, also claiming that today’s hall of famer, Tim Keefe, was the pitcher who struck him in the at bat that inspired the poem. I don’t know how valid Casey’s claims really are, but based on this article it looks like they were taken pretty seriously at the time. Make sure to click over to the second page of the article for a surprise ending and a fantastic quote.

My dad found this in his garage and gave it to me because he’s a peach. I want everything to look like this, basically, and am using it loosely as the inspiration for one of a couple Every Hall of Famer t-shirts in the works.

Here’s a commission I did of Johnny Cooney, in the style of Every Hall of Famer.

In Bellevue, where Chris still gets up each day for work at 5:30 a.m., the phone doesn’t ring quite as often with the happy promise of his son’s voice. “I used to hear from him every night, even when he played in the Cape Cod League,” Chris says. “As soon as he got to the majors, I [started to] hear from him about once a week. But I understand.

“Timmy’s kind of like my soul mate. I pray for only one thing, and it’s for my sons, and it’s not about the most wins or getting rich. I pray my kids are safe and healthy.”

And suddenly Chris, who is to elocution what Tim is to velocity, actually pauses. There is silence for one beat. When he resumes talking, his voice is much softer, as if now he were speaking only to himself.

“I miss the hell out of him.”

Someone accused me of sending a baseball related text that was a “little sappy,” to which my response was “baseball is generally more than a little sappy.”

(via fuckyeahtimlincecum)

1972 World Series Game 7 scorecard (Reds v Athletics) by my uncle, who was ten years old at the time. He used an Astros regular season program for the scorecard, just scratching out the Padres/Astros and writing in the details. It’s a little messy, but so beautiful!

…via the reliably awesome Justin Cox, who said “I am in love with this photo” — & I share his feelings! Also sharing in his upset that A League of Their Own is no longer streaming on netflix. I had it stashed in my queue for a night when it would be needed.

[noted in the comments, but to make it official: this was snagged from the entertaining uniwatch flickr page]

[via fuckyeahtimlincecum:findtheswagger:]

Lincecum doesn’t watch a lot of pregame film, as many pitchers do, to look for vulnerabilities in the hitters he’s about to face. “I stick to my strengths as opposed to going after everyone’s weaknesses,” he told me. “If you can hit it, come hit it.”

I’d like to think that I have the same attitude about life as Timmeh does about pitching.