Baseball isn’t just the weirdest of all games. It’s also the spookiest. When you examine past eras of the sport, the ghosts of those bygone days tell an often eerie tale. Ray Chapman, the sparkling Indians shortstop who was struck by a pitch in the head and killed on August 16th, 1920, has a special place in the haunted history of our pastime.
At the end of October, 1919, members of the Cleveland Indians gathered at the Hotel Winton for Chapman’s bachelor dinner. Throughout the evening, amid the laughter, speeches and well wishes, Chapman could be heard whistling a song over and over, much to the confusion of his teammates and close friends.
The next time the entire club was together for a non-baseball related function was for Chapman’s funeral, less than a year later. The diddy he was whistling that night, it was recalled, was named “Good Bye Boys, I’m Through.”
Coincidence? Surely. But a bizarre instance nonetheless.