Statues – The Hardball Voyager

Ten Baseball Cards to Visit Before You Die

While many who enjoy travel have bucket lists with the likes of the Galapagos or Santorini, I believe Kendrick Lamar put it best: They Not Like Us. I mean, blue-footed boobies are great and all, but remind me again what they have to do with baseball! And as for Santorini, take it from Yogi: “Nobody goes there anymore. It’s too crowded.”

Yes, for those of us with more refined appetites for travel, we prefer—really, demand—only the sorts of adventures that can (or should!) be found on the SABR Baseball Map. Not to be snobby or anything, but c’mon, are we really gonna waste our time sipping a Mai Tai or hang gliding across the Straits of Gibraltar when there’s baseball to be enjoyed?

Now, as to where the enthusiastic hardball voyager might land, here are ten destinations that are less recommendations than destiny. One might even say visiting them is “in the cards!”

10.

Destination: Roberto Clemente Statue, PNC Park, Pittsburgh, PA
Card: 1998 Topps Jose Guillen

Note: The Guillen card shows the statue’s former location at Three Rivers Stadium.

9.

Destination: Jackie Robinson Statue, Dodger Stadium, Los Angeles, CA
Card: 2020 Topps Opening Day – Team Traditions and Celebrations

Note: While you’re in the neighborhood, why not also check out the Jackie and Mack Robinson statues across from Pasadena City Hall and the Jackie Robinson football statue at the Rose Bowl!

8.

Destination: Hank Aaron Statue, Truist Park, Atlanta, GA
Card: 2020 Topps Opening Day – Team Traditions and Celebrations

Note: The real-life model for the statue was C.J. Stewart, a former Cubs minor leaguer who even has his own baseball card!

7.

Destination: Ryne Sandberg Statue, Wrigley Field, Chicago, IL
Card: 2024 Topps Now

Note: Also find statues of Cubs legends Ernie Banks, Fergie Jenkins, Ron Santo and Billy Williams just to the left of Ryno, not to mention Harry Caray on the nearby corner of Sheffield and Waveland. But alas, still no Hack Wilson!

6.

Destination: Washington Monument, Washington, D.C.
Card: 1974 Fleer Laughlin “Baseball’s Wildest Days and Plays” Gabby Street

Note: We know the Washington Monument isn’t an actual SABR Landmark (yet!), but who doesn’t love a great Bob Laughlin card! (And here’s a more modern card for Washington Monument lovers.)

But speaking of monuments…

5.

Destination: Monument Park, Yankee Stadium, New York, NY
Card: 1971 Topps Ken McMullen

Notes:

No need to head onto the playing field anymore to visit Monument Park. In fact, we recommend you definitely don’t do that!
Thanks to Shlabotnik Report for nominating this terrific card.
And thanks to Matthew Glidden for this card, which offers a close-up of the Gehrig monument.

4.

Destination: National Baseball Hall of Fame, Cooperstown, NY
Card: 2019 Stadium Club

Note: The perfect card for collectors AND flippers!

3.

Destination: Niagara Falls, NY / Rainbow Falls, ONT
Card: 2022 Topps Homefield Advantage Vladimir Guerrero, Jr.

Notes:

The U.S. side of the Falls is just three miles from Sal Maglie Stadium in Niagara Falls, NY.
The body of Hall of Famer Ed Delahanty was recovered from the bottom of the Falls following his mysterious death in 1903.

2.

Destination: The Sphinx, Giza Plateau, Egypt
Card: 1994 American Archives “Origins of Baseball” 1889 World Tour

Notes:

Yes, there’s a SABR Games story for this!
The same set is chock full of landmarks, including the Elysian Fields.
Thanks to Chris Kamka for the tip here.

1.

Destination: Renata Galasso headquarters, 6305 10th Ave, Brooklyn, New York
Card: 1985 Renata Galasso Dwight Gooden #16

Note: RGI is long gone, and the place looks a lot different now. Still, who wouldn’t want a photo op in the exact spot Dr. K and Henry Aaron hung out!

My Visit to Gil Hodges’ Hometown of Petersburg, Indiana (and a side trip to Princeton, Indiana)

I am really excited to share the story of my day trip on January 3, 2025 to visit Gil Hodges’ hometown of Petersburg, Indiana.

Let me first explain for those that might not know. Gil Hodges was born in Princeton, Indiana but Petersburg was his hometown.

Petersburg is in southwest Indiana, about a 30-minute drive east of U.S. 41, in Pike County. I live in Terre Haute. Terre Haute is north of Petersburg on the central west edge of Indiana (at the intersection of U.S. 41 and Interstate 70). Princeton is about thirty minutes southwest of Peterson (at the intersection of U.S. 41 and S.R. 64).

I visited Petersburg and Princeton on this trip. It took me only about an hour and thirty minutes to drive from Terre Haute to Petersburg; a very easy drive, mostly on good state roads and national highways.

I visited sites in Petersburg and was fortunate to spend a little time with a man who knew Gil and the Hodges family. I’ll tell you more about that man later. While in Petersburg, I visited:

Pike County Courthouse to see the bronze bust of Gil Hodges in the rotunda,
Mural of Gil Hodges that is across the street from the Courthouse,
Bridge that is named for Gil Hodges, and
Boyhood home of Gil Hodges.

I’ll tell you a little bit about each and share pictures and videos that I took that day.

In Princeton, I visited the ballpark that is named for Gil Hodges. I’ll show you pictures and a video that I took there, too.

Gil Hodges Bronze Bust in the Pike County Courthouse

The bust is on the main level of the courthouse. It was created by sculptor Don Ingle and dedicated on June 14, 1997. Randy Harris, Mayor of Petersburg at the time, led a two-year fundraising project and was instrumental in getting the bust made and placed at the courthouse.

One thing to remember if you visit, be sure to go when the courthouse is open (weekdays) if you want to be able to get inside to see the bust!

Gil Hodges Mural

The Gil Hodges mural is across the street from the courthouse. You can’t miss it! It’s fantastic to see and very well done. The 52’ X 16’ mural was first completed and dedicated in 2009. Again, then-Mayor Randy Harris had a hand in this project. In 2022, following Gil’s induction into the National Baseball Hall of Fame, the mural was updated to include the HOF logo and a plaque commemorating Gil’s enshrinement. For some reason, these features were missing on the day that I visited. The mural was created by artist and Petersburg High School graduate Randall Heddon. Heddon also created the picture of Gil in his Mets uniform that hangs on the wall next to the bronze bust in the courthouse.

Gil Hodges Bridge

The Gil Hodges Bridge is on State Road 57 as it crosses the East Fork of the White River, on the north edge of Pike County. The bridge is only about a 10-minute drive from downtown Petersburg. This picture below provides a view of the sign on the south side of the bridge (looking in a northerly direction).

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Gil Hodges Boyhood Home

I learned from visiting with people in Petersburg that the boyhood home of Gil Hodges is located at 1401 E. Main Street. The home is only a few blocks east of the courthouse (at the SE corner of Main and 14^th Streets). I learned that when Gil’s mother passed away, the house was sold. The same family that purchased the house from the Hodges family seemingly still owns the property.

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Gil Hodges Ball Park (Princeton, Indiana)

Gil Hodges Ball Park is centrally located in Princeton adjacent to Lafayette Park. The street address is 700 N. Lafayette Park Drive. The ball park looks to be in awesome condition.

If you’re looking for a place to eat or get a milkshake, I highly recommend Dick Clark’s Family Restaurant at 702 N. Prince Street in Princeton.

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Wrap Up

Gil Hodges was born on April 4, 1924. As of the day of my trip, he would have been 100 years old. I am a really big fan of the New York baseball teams and players from the era in which Gil Hodges played. I love reading and learning about the Boys of Summer, Willie Mays and the New York Giants, and of course Mickey Mantle, Whitey Ford and some of those Yankees teams. What a great era for baseball. While I didn’t get to see these players and teams in person, I have been fortunate to make friends with people who did.

I’ve learned so much from being part of the New York Giants Preservation Society. I encourage you to check them out if you don’t already follow them. One more thing about the Brooklyn Dodgers…..I was lucky to shake Carl Erskine’s hand on an airplane once. He boarded a flight in Denver (to Indianapolis) after I had already taken my seat. As he passed by my seat, He could tell by the expression on my face that I recognized him. He reached out, smiled, and shook my hand. Neither of us said anything, but we both knew. What a thrill for me. Erskine…. another baseball hero of mine from Indiana. Anderson, Indiana (hometown of Carl Erskine) is likely the next place I’m heading for a day trip!

I almost forgot to tell you about the man I met from Petersburg. His name is Randy Harris. Randy is a former Mayor of Petersburg. He currently sells real estate and has an office on Main Street (just a couple blocks west of the courthouse). For a time, Randy owned and operated a restaurant called Randy’s Americana Café. I called and introduced myself to Randy. Not knowing about his personal connections to Gil and the Hodges family, I called and told him I was coming to town to visit sites and wanted to make sure this café was going to be open. Mr. Haris explained that he had sold the restaurant but told me I was welcome to stop by his real estate office when I was in town. I could not have imagined getting so lucky. Randy told me stories about growing up in Evansville and Petersburg, and about Gil and his family. Randy knows all about the bust and mural. I encourage any of you that visit Petersburg to see Gil Hodges sites to call Randy Harris. He’s a great guy with great stories.

It is very nice to see that Gil’s legacy is celebrated in Petersburg and Princeton. Gil passed away at 47 years-old from a heart attack. During his very short life, he seemingly had a significant impact on the people he knew.

Clem Labine is quoted as saying “Not getting booed at Ebbets Field was an amazing thing. Those fans knew their baseball, and Gil was the only player I can remember whom the fans never, I mean never, booed.”

Pee Wee Reese is quoted as saying “If you had a son, it would be a great thing to have him grow up to be like Gil Hodges.”

Arthur Dailey of the New York Times is quoted as saying “He (Hodges) was such a noble character in so many respects that I believe Gil to have been one of the finest men I met in sports or out of it.”

Gil’s plaque at the courthouse concludes “Gil was a man of integrity, dignity, community, family and God. He never forgot where he came from, and we will never forget him.”

Thanks Gil for being a great ballplayer. Thanks for giving us great baseball memories and for being such a good teammate and person.

This is my first blog. Thanks for reading.

So happy I made this trip!

Greg Phegley

Links to the videos I made during my trip are below.

Bust: https://youtu.be/GH7mGH-27qU?si=4vs4CykoepNcJIEC

Mural: https://youtu.be/c3JXg_l16Oo?si=P7S20L1z-4Injx26

Bridge: https://youtu.be/kBhtzC0DppE?si=GWvgA2Mwur40o3dS

Boyhood home: https://youtu.be/IxSRuAhHhwg?si=nO_FercJ0wvTauWC

Gil Hodges Ballpark: https://youtu.be/6rJzwVT_hXA?si=NBqptU1lP4JOe9QR

Mr. Robinson’s Neighborhood

I was fortunate enough to spend the start of July in one of the world’s great cities, Montreal, home to the Expos from 1969 to 2004. Of course the baseball history (and baseball card history!) of Montreal stretches back much further than that.

The Montreal Royals joined the International League in 1897 and went on to win seven league titles, all between 1941 and 1958. A Montreal Royal, James “Doc” Casey, is even represented in the 1909-11 American Tobacco Company “White Borders” (T206) set affectionately dubbed “The Monster.”

Of course, the most famous Royal of them all played for the 1946 Montreal squad, recognized as one of the top 100 minor league teams of all-time. A pleasant half hour walk through some fun and artsy neighborhoods brought me to his colorful mural at 3907 St. Laurent Blvd.

From there, I had two choices. Walk back to my hotel or walk another 30-40 minutes to hit another Jackie Robinson landmark. I chose the latter.

The Montreal Royals of Jackie’s time played their games at Stade De Lorimier (pronounced duh-lor-eem-yay). The ballpark is long gone, but the city has commemorated the “place of the Royals” with a…dingy metal sign?!

Okay, so that’s only half true. Yes, the marker could use an upgrade, but there is also an excellent tribute to Jackie Robinson just below it.

Loosely translated to English, the words on the sign read—

This commemorative plaque honors Jackie Robinson’s stay with the Royal team and marks the former location of De Lorimier Stadium.

By playing with the Royals, Jackie Robinson became the first player of color to play in professional leagues.

Jackie Robinson bequeathed his glory to his family and all baseball and earned an important place among the immortals of this sport.

In the minds of Montrealers, Jackie Robinson will always remain a symbol of excellence, courage and perseverance

City of Montreal, 1989

You may have noticed the plaque takes the form of home plate, and this is no coincidence. In fact, it is part of a larger mini-ballpark, complete with outfield grass and bleachers.

Though there were other landmarks I might have made by foot, I already had plans to tour them the next day with Montreal baseball artist Josée Tellier, whose wonderful Jackie Robinson artwork adorns the entrance to our guest room.

As this second day of landmarks was more distant from my hotel, we caught a cab to their general vicinity before setting out on foot. Our first stop was Jackie’s second mural in Montreal. If you look closely you’ll notice one of the locals totally not thinking what I’m doing is super dorky.

We were definitely in Mr. Robinson’s neighborhood now, or more correctly Mr. and Mrs. Robinson’s neighborhood. As proof, here is the house just a few blocks away that Jackie and Rachel called home in 1946.

Here is a closer look at the plaque by the door. (Note the bottom half presents the English translation.)

Our final landmark for the evening was nearby Jarry Park, home of the Montreal Expos from 1969-76. A small portion of the original stadium structure still remains as part of a newer tennis facility.

The street name equally serves to remind visitors that a beloved major league team once played here.

As we wrapped up this round of landmarks, Josée made sure I knew there was one more Jackie Robinson landmark we didn’t cover because it was too far away: the Jackie statue at Olympic Stadium. Lucky for readers of the Hardball Voyager, I got up the next day at 5 AM and decided a 7-mile walk wouldn’t be completely insane.

Here is a view of the statue without some guy blocking it.

And here is a close-up of the plaque.

Finally, here is the statue from further away. Olympic Stadium is the giant flying saucer-looking thing behind it.

Olympic Stadium was of course home to the Expos from 1977 until 2004, after which MLB relocated the team to Washington, DC. (Boo! Bud stole the Expos!) Amid all today’s talk of expansion and relocation, there are high hopes in Las Vegas, Nashville, Salt Lake City, and Portland but only the dimmest of forecasts for a return to Montreal.

Still, right in front of this stadium without a team stands Jackie—in what now may be recast as an act of defiance—handing the ball to the next generation, refusing to let the game die. I guess time will tell, at least here in Montreal.

Are we there yet?

Along with my son and a good friend from high school, I had some time to kill in Pasadena. Well, what does a SABR member do with time on his hands and a rental car? Consult the SABR Baseball Map of course! So yeah, I probably should have done that!

Instead I went from memory that there was a Jackie Robinson statue at the Rose Bowl, which was only 3 miles from our Caltech starting point. Having grown up in Los Angeles, I knew that meant we were anywhere from 5 to 55 minutes away! Ten minutes later, there we were!

The observant baseball fan will quickly notice that the statue is of “football Jackie” rather than “baseball Jackie,” and this may be why the statue does not currently reside on our Baseball Map. What the observant football fan, my friend Abe for example, may notice is that the uniform number, 55, does not correspond to Jackie’s number as a UCLA Bruin.

In fact, 55 was Jackie’s number when he starred for Pasadena City College.

Source: 1939 Pasadena City College yearbook

A final detail I’ll point out is the placard that stands to the right of the statue. The words read—

JACKIE ROBINSON

Life is not a spectator sport. If you’re going to spend your whole life in the grandstand just watching what goes on, in my opinion you’re wasting your life.

The photograph, perhaps curiously chosen, reflects Jackie as a family man. The scene itself comes from a celebration of son David’s first birthday (1953). Daughter Sharon, wife Rachel, and older son Jackie, Jr., are also shown with him.

All very cool, but as they say, “football, schmootball.” Isn’t there any cool baseball stuff around here? After grabbing a late lunch and killing an hour playing chess in the park, we made our way to Dodger Stadium where Clayton Kershaw would be taking the mound against the White Sox. Our entrance was just a stone’s throw from yet another Jackie Robinson statue, this one of the baseball variety.

Like the football statue, a famous Jackie Robinson quote is featured. This time the words hit a little harder.

There’s not an American in this country free until every one of us is free.

“Are we there yet?” is more or less the official question of every family road trip, baseball or otherwise, and here Jackie is telling us—unmistakably—”No. No, we’re not.”

At this point, a formerly incidental detail of the statue takes on relevance. In our mind’s eye, Jackie is scoring this run. In reality, he leans there frozen, short of his goal as if to tell us the rest is up to us.