While sitting there, a very tall man came out of a nearby swinging door marked "Staff." He looked Irish. For lack of a better name, I'm going to call him Kelly.
Kelly went on to tell about how he had come by a rare Honus Wagner baseball card, like the one that Bruce McNall, after he had won the Arc de Triomphe with Saumarez and before he went to stir, and Wayne Gretzky had once bought for $450,000. Kelly said he had called an auction house and was told that he had something worth putting on the block.
"I've got it in a safe-deposit box," he said. "I'll leave it for my son. I don't need the money."
Kelly might have been a room-service waiter. He was dressed like one. I wondered how a room-service waiter could say that he didn't need the money, but I guess that's another story.
The history of the Honus Wagner card is that it was put out by a tobacco company a century ago, without the permission of the great Pittsburgh Pirates' shortstop, who didn't smoke. Wagner made a fuss, and all but 60 of the 2-by-2 1/2-inch, multi-colored cards were recalled.
Kelly didn't know that story, nor did he know that an order of Catholic nuns in Baltimore was auctioning another Wagner card, which had been left to them after one of the sisters had inherited it from her brother. The day after my conversation with Kelly, that card was sold for $262,000.
I felt obligated to finally tell Kelly that I was a journalist. It works every time. He didn't say another word. In an instant, he disappeared through the swinging door marked "Staff." He was in the wrong place, and had found the wrong guy. I'm not using his real name, nor naming the hotel where he works, but otherwise all bets are off. You tell your stories to strangers and you take your chances.
Every time baseball cards come up, I think of racing cards and how little they're worth by comparison. You might say the same for the entire racing memorabilia market. Want an Eddie Arcaro card, autographed? Contact John Ostlund, a collector in Massachusetts, and he'll sell you one for $20 or $30. Want Arcaro and Bill Shoemaker together? $135. Steve Cauthen? A steal at $8. You can get two Bob Bafferts for what it would cost you for one Cauthen. Ron Turcotte, $4 to $10.
Thoroughbred racing's list in the Ostlund collection doesn't even take up one page. His baseball collection runs 30 pages. One of the cheapest baseball autographs, Lou Boudreau's, is $20, which is more than most of the racing offerings. Some representative prices from the baseball side: Satchel Paige, $595; Mickey Mantle, $450; Joe DiMaggio, $395; Ted Williams, $415. I saw once in a collectors' magazine that an Eddie Gaedel autograph was going for $20,000, and they'd throw in the signature of Ray Anthony, the old bandleader, which was on the other side. Gaedel only batted once in the big leagues (he walked), but he was a 3-foot-7 midget, one of Bill Veeck's promotional stunts with the ragamuffin St. Louis Browns, and he was quickly banned from baseball. The scorecard from the game has been listed at $1,200 on eBay. I attended that game, in 1951, and didn't save my scorecard. You're about to see a grown man cry.
For $1,200, you could buy Ostlund's entire horse racing collection and have some money left over. The most expensive racing lot that Ostlund has is a signed glossy photo of Arcaro, which can be had for $150.
Racing tried to get into the trading card business full bore in 1991, in conjunction with the 50th anniversary of the Jockeys' Guild. John Ball and the late Jim Bolus worked tirelessly in producing several outstanding collections of jockeys, horses, Kentucky Derby memories and Breeders' Cup cards, but eventually the project was abandoned. This year, the Jockeys' Guild is back in the trading card business, on a very limited basis, with the Daily Racing Form. The full 2010 set, 61 cards, is being marketed in 11-card packages--10 active riders and one Hall of Fame jockey per package. In anticipation of the aborted Zenyatta-Rachel Alexandra showdown this year at Oaklawn Park, the Hot Springs Chamber of Commerce put out cards of both horses. I got a couple, and got the jockeys, Mike Smith and Calvin Borel, to sign them. Some day, somebody may come up to me and offer me a Mickey Mantle and a Satchel Paige for the pair of horses, but I will say no. But if Kelly from Las Vegas calls with his Honus Wagner card, I'll say, Let's talk.


14 Nov 2010 at 08:23 am | #
Dear Mr. Christine:
Have quite a few pieces of memorabilia myself. I have two personal favorites: (1) a weather report for Vinton, Louisiana, autographed by Sylvester Carmouche; and (2) a disposable razor autographed by Patrick Valenzuela. No inquiries please, they are priceless…
TTT
14 Nov 2010 at 08:39 am | #
You have a Kelco Class Calculator? You can’t be serious - no one has a KCC. Vintage 1976 as offered in Turf and Sport Digest (I am looking at the original advertisement)?
14 Nov 2010 at 01:55 pm | #
OK, Sire of Kelso, I threw in the Kelco just to see if everybody was paying attention. Didn’t Arcaro help the Kelco people with their promotions at one point? I even have this hazy memory of Eddie showing up at Fairmount Park one night on behalf of the Kelco.
14 Nov 2010 at 02:54 pm | #
Bill,
My Daddy had one, the first model, I believe back around 1968 or so? It is packed away somewhere in a box, and I would swear it is not round, but looks like a regular slide ruler; then the newer models that came out were round.
TTT
14 Nov 2010 at 04:50 pm | #
I have a program from Lincoln Downs, 1959; a program from Rockingham Park, also 1959; a program from Green Mountain Park, 1967. A program from Santa Anita, 1968, along with losing tickets from all these racetracks. They worth anything?
I have the program when Secretariat won the Belmont Stakes, beer spilled on it. Worth anything?
I was sitting in a seat at Santa Anita on a dull, rainy day, midweek in April 1968 when a complete stranger a few seats away from me asked if I had noticed the work out of the horse between races that had just transpired. I said I didn’t, as I was engrossed in the next race coming up. He said that the horse, Majestic Prince, was heading for the Kentucky Derby, and that the workout went in 1:09 on a deep, muddy track. I took the information back east, and scored handily on Derby day. Thought you would be interested.
I was at ......
Stories, stories, stories, we all got a million of ‘em.
And the beat goes on .....
14 Nov 2010 at 05:51 pm | #
Re the Kelco Class Calculator: first of all, I read every word you publish. Now, on a more important note, I am looking at the May 1972 issue of Turf & Sport Digest and you are correct - Eddie Arcaro is shilling the product. At that time it cost $25.00 (which included the imitation vinyl carrying case and instruction book). I had one, of course, and it was the slide-rule version (not sure what post-1972 models looked like).
Also on the same page of T & SD is an endorsement from Jockey Con Errico - that in itself must have been an impetus for increased sales!
14 Nov 2010 at 06:52 pm | #
Dear mwcorrow:
Enjoyed your story.
TTT
14 Nov 2010 at 08:08 pm | #
Bill,
...first of all, I too, read every word you publish, I don’t have a more important note. I love the stories, every one of them
Thank you
... another Kelly, I’ve still never been to Vegas
14 Nov 2010 at 11:13 pm | #
It’s coming back to me, the night at Fairmount Park when Eddie Arcaro showed up, ostensibly to espouse the Kelco Class Calculator. Also there was a brilliant cartoonist from the St. Louis Post-Dispatch, who went simply by his first name, Amadee. While Eddie reminisced (and never mentioned the Kelco), Amadee sketched at the end of the table, on the white tablecloth. Finally, he asked to hold up the tablecloth. On it was a caricature of Old Banana Nose, with his schnozz bigger than the rest of his head. Dangling from the nose was a label that read: 114 pounds. In other words, all his weight was in his nose, but nobody had to explain. Arcaro laughed his you-know-what-off, and Amadee presented him with the tablecloth.
14 Nov 2010 at 11:24 pm | #
To The Real Kelly: Thanks for the kind words. Hope you don’t mind that I stole your name. But shhh, don’t tell wmcorrow that you like the stories.
15 Nov 2010 at 10:42 am | #
shhh… our little secret then
15 Nov 2010 at 01:14 pm | #
Mr. Christine:
I think we all like your stories.
TTT
15 Nov 2010 at 03:11 pm | #
Is 2 enough for a fan club? Not likely, but if anything develops, Kelly and Top Turf Teddy can vie for president.
15 Nov 2010 at 09:26 pm | #
A rare profitable Saratoga meet (2001) made us spendhappy.
Off we went to a Broadway framing shop. I’d seen some neat old-time betting tickets, still in decent shape, in cheap thin black frames in their display window. We bought them & had them re-framed in quality gold-&-black colors.
“Hollywood Park, April 20, 1972…Laurel November 11, 1963 [Just imagine losing $50 in ONE race in 1963!]…Pimlico May 20, 1961, Delaware June 10, 1961…Santa Anita December 28, 1971…Lincoln Downs Nov. 25, 1968.”
They’ll never be worth anything. Collectors get quality training time in by slamming doors on people bearing such things.
But to us, they’re what made Midas famous.
15 Nov 2010 at 09:31 pm | #
Say, to the fellow above who wrote:
“First of all, I read every word you publish. Now, on a more important note…”
Geez, isn’t there a less insulting way of expressing yourself?
15 Nov 2010 at 10:31 pm | #
Humor Time, continued…Tonight’s race at Wodonga (Australia) was run just now, between the only two horses in the contest - Sayah & Stellar Command.
(This preceded an imaginatively named race: “Drink Drive Bloody Idiot Maiden.” That’s what I love about the Aussies, they’re such insufferable stuffed shirts.)
At race end, the Australians post, on the TV screen, an immediate & unequivocal order of finish, if discernable (& their photos are resolved very, very quickly. Hopes are high that someday the A/V-always-lost-in-the-fog Americans figure out how to do this).
Back to the Match Race: It’s over.
Order of finish - posted immediately on the screen by the Resident Track Wit:
“1st: Sayah - 2nd: Stellar Command - 3rd: PHOTO.”
Somehow, with these 16-20 horse fields, the race callers manage to keep it all in their head as to what the rest of the order of finish is – who had come in 3rd, 4th, 5th, etc.
This spirited race caller - who for the last minute had repeatedly stated the names of only two horses - out of sheer habit continued to call the rest of the finishers:
“And – ER - that’s it! There’s no more!”
A roar of laughter arose from his coworkers in the booth.
17 Nov 2010 at 07:02 am | #
Dear Don Reed:
Wish they would go back to those colored tickets on nice paper, you know, the ones that looked and felt like currency, and didn’t dissolve when a drop of rain hit them. Even when you lost, you felt like you were holding something important. Even the IRS, when scrutinizing them, made sure you had taken care of them, and there were no footprints on them. Those were the days.
TTT
17 Nov 2010 at 06:23 pm | #
Yes, Mr. T, I too wish the betting tickets looked as if they were created with care and dedication.
What we hold in our hands today after making a bet is worthless, in a sense, even if your horse wins.