The Short Life of Hughie McLoon - A True Story of Baseball, Magic and Murder

"This could be a great work of fiction. The damndest thing is it-s all fact.- - Michael Farber, Sports IllustratedIt was a time of Prohibition, jazz, and gangland murder, and it was baseball-s age of magic, when even Hall of Fame players believed that rubbing the hump of a hunchback guaranteed a hit.Broken and deformed by a childhood fall from a seesaw, Hughie McLoon never grew taller than forty-nine inches but he made himself one of the lucky ones. He was chosen as the batboy and mascot of the Philadelphia Athletics. Although the team finished last in each of the three seasons that the A-s rubbed his hump and Hughie tended their bats, he became a local celebrity. He loved the crowds and they loved him back.Graduating from batboy to boxing manager, and running his own speakeasy while serving as a secret agent for the Chief of Police, Hughie was the toast of Philly until one summer night in 1928 he was caught in a murderous crossfire outside his tavern. Twenty-six years old, he bled to