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Eddie Cicotte


Though he didn’t invent the pitch, Eddie “Knuckles” Cicotte was perhaps the first major-league pitcher to master the knuckleball. According to one description, Cicotte gripped the knuckler by holding the ball “on the three fingers of a closed hand, with his thumb and forefinger to guide it, throwing it with an overhand motion, and sending it from his hand as one would snap a whip. The ball acts like a ‘spitter,’ but is a new-fangled thing.”   Cicotte once estimated that 75 percent of the pitches he threw were knuckleballs. The rest of the time the right-hander relied on a fadeaway, slider, screwball, spitter, emery ball, shine ball, and a pitch he called the “sailor,” a rising fastball that “would sail much in the same manner of a flat stone thrown by a small boy.” Whether he was sailing or sinking the ball, shining it or darkening it, the 5-foot-9, 175-pound Cicotte had more pitches than a traveling salesman. “Perhaps no pitcher in the world has such a varied assortment of wares in his repertory as Cicotte,” The Sporting News observed in 1918. “He throws with effect practically every kind of ball known to pitching science.” But the most famous pitch Cicotte ever threw was the one that nailed Cincinnati Reds leadoff man Morrie Rath squarely in the back to lead off the 1919 World Series, a pitch that signaled to the gamblers that the fix was on. After confessing to his role in the scandal one year later, Cicotte was banned from the game for life, a punishment that perhaps denied the 208-game-winner a spot in the Hall of Fame. 

Edward Victor Cicotte (pronounced SEE-cot) was born June 19, 1884, in Springwells, Michigan, a former township in the Detroit metropolitan area, into a family of French heritage. He was the son of Ambrose and Archangel (Drouillard) Cicotte. Eddie’s brother Alva was the grandfather of Al Cicotte, who pitched in the major leagues for five seasons from 1957 to 1962. By the time Eddie was 16 years old his father had died, forcing his mother to support her large family as a dressmaker. Leaving school early, Eddie took up work as a box maker to help pay the family bills. 

Cicotte began his baseball career, according to some sources, as early as 1903, playing semiprofessional ball in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. In 1904 he pitched for Calumet (Michigan) and Saulte Ste. Marie (Ontario) in the Northern Copper League, posting a record of 38-4 with 11 shutouts. Based on that dominating performance, Cicotte earned a tryout with the Detroit Tigers in the spring of 1905. The Tigers determined that he wasn’t ready for the majors, and optioned him to Augusta (Georgia) of the South Atlantic League, where he compiled a record of 15 wins against 9 losses, and brawled with his young teammate, Ty Cobb, after a Cobb stunt cost Cicotte a shutout. As a joke Cobb had taken popcorn with him to his position in center field and as a result committed an error that led to a run. This incident notwithstanding, among his teammates Cicotte was known as an easygoing prankster who enjoyed a good laugh. 

Near the end of the season Detroit brought Cicotte up and he made his major-league debut on September 3, 1905, allowing one run in relief and getting tagged with the loss in a 10-inning game. Two days later Cicotte earned his first major-league win, a complete-game victory over the Chicago White Sox. He finished the year 1-1 with a 3.50 ERA, but would not return to the major leagues for another three seasons. 

Cicotte began 1906 with Indianapolis of the American Association, where he posted a 1-4 record in 72 innings before landing with Des Moines of the Western League. Cicotte blossomed with his new team, registering an 18-9 record. The following season he pitched for Lincoln, also of the Western League, going 21-14. Impressed by the young hurler’s arsenal of pitches, the Boston Red Sox purchased Cicotte’s contract for $2,500 at the end of the 1907 season.

During his five-year stint with the Red Sox, Cicotte lost nearly as many games as he won, and frequently found himself in trouble with Red Sox owner John Taylor, who accused the pitcher of underachieving. “He was suspended without pay so much of the time that it was like having no job,” the Chicago Tribune’s Sam Weller wrote of Cicotte’s Boston career. On a club that consistently failed to meet expectations, Cicotte often became the scapegoat, and in 1911 Taylor tried to secure waivers on his inconsistent pitcher, only to pull back when another team made a claim. “[Taylor] wouldn’t like the way I was working, or perhaps the opposition had made one or two hits,” Cicotte later charged. “Taylor never liked me; I never liked him, and it was seldom that I went through a game without having him comment upon it.” After Cicotte started the 1912 season with a 1-3 record and 5.67 ERA in six starts, the Red Sox – though no longer owned by Taylor—had finally seen enough. On July 22 the team sold Cicotte’s contract to the Chicago White Sox, where the 28-year-old right-hander began to mature into one of the game’s best pitchers. With Boston Cicotte had won 51 games and lost 46. Over the next 8½ seasons with the White Sox, Eddie won 156 games against 102 losses.

The biggest reason for this improvement was Cicotte’s gradual mastery of his expansive pitching repertoire. As his command over his knuckleball improved, Cicotte’s walk rate dramatically decreased; from 1912 to 1920 he ranked among the league’s 10 best in fewest walks per nine innings seven times, leading the league in 1918 and 1919, when he walked a combined 89 men in 572? innings. Cicotte also fully exploited the era’s liberal regulations regarding the doctoring of the ball. In this area, his most infamous pitch was the shine ball, in which he rubbed one side of the ball against the pocket of his right trouser leg, which had been filled with talcum powder. As Fred Lieb later explained it, the pitch “worked like an emery ball that had been roughened, in reverse. When pitched against air currents, the natural side of the shined ball became rough in contrast, and the sphere wobbled on its way to the batsman.” Flustered opponents protested to American League president Ban Johnson that the pitch should be outlawed, but Johnson ruled the pitch legal in 1917, and it would remain so until February 1920. Thanks to the knuckleball, the shine ball, the emery ball (ruled illegal by Johnson in 1914), and other trick pitches, Cicotte struck out a fair number of batters, placing in the top ten in strikeouts per nine innings three times, even though his fastball probably couldn’t break a plane of glass. Asked to explain his success, Cicotte chalked it up to “head work,” adding, “It involves an ability to adapt pitching to certain conditions when they arise and perhaps use altogether different methods in the very next inning.”

In 1913 Cicotte enjoyed his first standout season in the major leagues, posting an 18-12 record to go along with a 1.58 ERA, second best in the American League. That offseason Pittsburgh of the newly-formed Federal League attempted to sign Cicotte, but White Sox owner Charles Comiskey was able to secure the pitcher’s loyalty through a three-year contract. In the first year of his contract, Eddie managed only an 11-16 record, although his 2.04 ERA was fifth best in the league. After a mediocre 13-12 campaign in 1915, Cicotte finally hit his stride in 1916, when he split time between the starting rotation and bullpen, posted a 1.78 ERA, won 15 out of 22 decisions and registered five saves. The following year Cicotte moved back to the starting rotation and enjoyed the best season of his career, as the White Sox captured their first pennant in 11 seasons. Cicotte led the way, ranking first in the league in wins (28), ERA (1.53), and innings pitched (346?). Eddie also tossed seven shutouts, including a no-hitter against the St. Louis Browns on April 14, the first of six no-hitters pitched in the major leagues that season. In that year’s World Series Cicotte contributed one win to Chicago’s six-game triumph over the New York Giants. 

Despite Cicotte’s breakthrough season, Comiskey offered his star pitcher only a $5,000 contract, much less than pitchers of the same caliber earned for other teams. Perhaps bitter over his meager salary, in 1918 Cicotte failed to produce an encore suitable to his dominant 1917 campaign, as he wrenched his ankle in early May, limping his way through the season to a mediocre 2.77 ERA and 19 losses, tierd for most in the league. It was not a performance to inspire Comiskey to hand out a raise, and when the 1919 season began, financial troubles were weighing heavily on Cicotte. According to the 1920 Census, Cicotte was the head of household for a family of 12, including his wife, Rose; their three children; his wife’s parents; Eddie’s brother and wife; and a brother-in-law and his wife and child. To make room for his large family, Cicotte took out a $4,000 mortgage on a Michigan farm.

Despite his financial worries, Cicotte regained his 1917 form, pitching the White Sox to their second pennant in three years. Once again, Eddie led the American League in victories (29) and innings pitched (306?, tied with Jim Shaw). His 29-7 record also was good enough to lead the league in winning percentage (.806), and his 1.82 ERA ranked second. In August first baseman Chick Gandil approached Cicotte about throwing the World Series. After thinking it over for several weeks, Eddie agreed to the scheme, telling Gandil, “I’ll do it for ten thousand dollars. Cash. Before the Series begins.” 

Contrary to conventional wisdom, Cicotte’s abysmal performance in the 1919 World Series was not a complete surprise to informed observers. Throughout September, reports surfaced that the overworked Cicotte was suffering from a sore shoulder. Prior to the first game of the Series, Christy Mathewson noted, Cicotte “has had less than a week [actually two days] to rest up for his first start. . . . And that may not prove to be enough. If he blows up for a single inning it may cost the White Sox the championship, for I think the first battle is going to have a very strong bearing on the outcome, especially if the Reds win it.”

With at least six of his other teammates in on the fix, Cicotte led the way in blowing the first game, surrendering seven hits and six runs in 3? innings of work, and fueling Cincinnati’s winning rally by throwing high to second base on what should have been an inning-ending double-play ball. The performance was so bad that it generated renewed speculation that Cicotte was suffering from a “dead arm.” For his second start, in Game Four, with the White Sox trailing two games to one, Eddie pitched more effectively, holding the Reds to just five hits and two unearned runs, both coming in the fifth inning on two Cicotte errors, including one inexplicable play in which he muffed an attempt to cut off a throw from the outfield, allowing the ball to go to the backstop and letting a Cincinnati runner – who had already stopped at third—score. The miscues were enough to ensure that the White Sox lost the game, 2-0. Afterward, Chicago manager Kid Gleason declared, “They shouldn’t have scored on Cicotte in 40 innings. ... There wasn’t any occasion for Cicotte to intercept that throw. He did it to prevent Kopf from going to second. But Kopf had no more intention of going to second than I have of jumping in the lake.”

Though Eddie had received his $10,000 prior to the start of the Series, many of his fellow conspirators had not received the money promised them by the gamblers, so before Cicotte’s third start, in Game Seven, the players decided to play the game to win. Accordingly, Cicotte put forth his best effort of the Series, allowing just one run on seven hits in a 4-1 Chicago victory. Lefty Williams threw the following game, however, giving Cincinnati the world championship. In the wake of Chicago’s defeat, Mathewson publicly tossed aside rumors that the series had been fixed, saying, “No pitcher could guarantee to toss a game. ... Even if a pitcher should let the other side get two or three runs before he was yanked, he could not guarantee that the other side wouldn’t come up the next inning and make four or five. That wipes out any single pitcher and leaves the proposition of fixing on a club. This can’t be done.”

Despite the persistent rumors that swirled around the club that offseason, Cicotte re-signed with Chicago for 1920, and put forth another excellent season, posting a 21-10 record with a 3.26 ERA. That summer Babe Ruth electrified the sport with his 54 home runs for the New York Yankees, but Cicotte grabbed a few headlines of his own after he stymied Ruth in several encounters. Asked to explain his success, the crafty Cicotte allowed that he mixed up his pitches and relied heavily on the spitball, because the pitch was “hard to hit for a long clout.” Before the season, the spitball and other doctored pitches – including Cicotte’s famous shine ball – had been banned from baseball. However, established spitball pitchers were given a one-year exemption from the rule, and Cicotte was one of 10 AL pitchers allowed to throw the spitter – but not the shine ball – in 1920. After the 1920 season the grandfather clause was made permanent, but Cicotte was not on that list because by then he had been banned from baseball.

On September 27, 1920, the Philadelphia North American ran a story in which Billy Maharg, one of the gamblers in on the Series fix the previous fall, testified to his role in the affair, and specifically named Cicotte as the man who initiated the plot. The next day, Eddie met with Comiskey and admitted to his role in the scandal. “Yeah – we were crooked,” he sobbed in the owner’s office. “We were crooked. ...” Before Cicotte could unburden himself any further, however, Comiskey cut him off, barking, “Don’t tell me! Tell it to the Grand Jury!” 

That very day, Cicotte did appear before the grand jury, becoming the first player to confess. When asked why he had taken the gamblers’ money, Cicotte blamed Gandil, shortstop Swede Risberg, and utility infielder Fred McMullin for hounding him about it for weeks before the Series. “They wanted me to go crooked. I don’t know. I needed the money. I had the wife and kids. The wife and kids don’t know about this. I don’t know what they’ll think.” 

Though he and the other seven accused players were acquitted of conspiracy charges the following year, Eddie Cicotte’s major-league baseball career ended with his confession. For the next three years he played with several of his banned teammates for outlaw teams in Minnesota, Wisconsin, and Bastrop, Louisiana, where he pitched under the alias Moore. Although some of the other Black Sox continued to play outlaw ball, by 1924 Cicotte had moved on with his life. He worked as a Michigan game warden and managed a service station before finding a job with the Ford Motor Company, where he remained until his retirement in 1944. 

During the last 25 years of his life, Cicotte raised strawberries on a 5½-acre farm near Farmington, Michigan. In an interview with Detroit writer Joe Falls in 1965 he said he lived his life quietly, answering letters from youngsters who sometimes asked about the scandal. He agreed that he had made mistakes, but insisted that he had tried to make up for it by living as clean a life as he could. “I admit I did wrong,” he said, “but I’ve paid for it the past 45 years.” Falls seemed to agree, noting that as he prepared to leave Cicotte’s home, he looked at Eddie’s socks. They were white.

Eddie Cicotte died on May 5, 1969 at Henry Ford Hospital in Detroit. His death certificate listed his occupation as baseball player, Chicago White Sox. He was buried in Park View Cemetery in Livonia, Michigan. 

Note: This biography originally appeared in David Jones, ed., Deadball Stars of the American League (Washington, D.C.: Potomac Books, Inc., 2006).

The sad story of Detroiter Eddie Cicotte and the Black Sox scandal


In the summer of 1923, a baseball team from Bastrop, Louisiana, was tearing up sandlots and cow pastures in every direction. The semipro nine featured a round little pitcher named Moore, who dazzled batters with a virtually untouchable assortment of junk pitches, and an outfielder named Johnson, whose slugging and fielding prowess never failed to astonish. “The team has been cleaning up in Morehouse Parish,” marveled a local newspaper, “and has walloped almost every club it has met in north Louisiana and south Arkansas.”

Before too long, the identities of the team’s stars were revealed. “Johnson” actually was “Shoeless Joe” Jackson, an illiterate country boy generally considered the greatest natural hitter the game has ever seen. “Moore” was Eddie Cicotte, a lifelong Detroiter widely admired as one of the “brainiest” pitchers around. A few years earlier, they had been members of one of the greatest major-league teams ever assembled, enjoying careers that would have put both in the Hall of Fame. Now both were pariahs, banished from organized baseball after confessing to their roles in throwing the 1919 World Series.

The sad, sordid tale of the Chicago “Black Sox” scandal is embedded in American culture, its cast of characters—soulless, double-crossing gamblers; scheming, gullible ballplayers; penurious, vindictive owners—represented in such films as Eight Men Out, Field of Dreams, and The Godfather, and novels like The Natural (also made into a movie) and The Great Gatsby. “Say it ain’t so, Joe,” a boy reportedly pleaded to Jackson when news of the players’ betrayal shook the country. While there has always been some room for doubt about the complicity of Shoeless Joe in the fix that “play[ed] with the faith of fifty million people,” as F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote, there has never been any question of Cicotte’s role as a ringleader. In fact, Cicotte was the first of the eight Black Sox players eventually tossed out of baseball to admit his wrongdoing. Without the guilt-racked pitcher’s confession, it’s very possible the scandal would have remained a noisy but unconfirmed rumor instead of becoming the blackest episode in the long history of the national pastime.

Cicotte paid for his latent honesty for the rest of his days. “I don’t know anyone who ever went through life without making a mistake,” he said in a rare interview a few years before his death. “Everybody who has ever lived has committed sins of their own. I’ve tried to make up for it by living as clean a life as I could. I’m proud of the way I’ve lived and I think my family is, too.”

Family was important to Cicotte, so important that on a train ride in the summer of 1919 it caused the 35-year-old pitching ace to seriously consider selling out his employer, his teammates, and the public. As the Chicago White Sox headed to New York on a road trip, “Somebody made a crack about getting money, if we got into the Series, to throw the Series…and said they would go ahead and go through with it if they got this money,” Cicotte later explained. In New York, he got in touch with a pair of low-level gamblers, Billy Maharg and Bill Burns, tipping them off that “something good was coming up.”

First baseman Chick Gandil, an ex-boxer with established underworld ties, brought Joseph “Sport” Sullivan, a Boston bookmaker banned in Detroit’s ballpark and elsewhere, into the conspiracy. Ultimately, Shoeless Joe Jackson, pitcher Claude “Lefty” Williams, shortstop Charles “Swede” Risberg, outfielder Oscar “Happy” Felsch, and infielder Fred McMullin were swept up in the scheme. Third baseman Buck Weaver knew of their plans but said nothing, a decision that caused him to be later lumped in with the guilty.

The White Sox won the American League pennant in 1919, which put them in a best-of-nine-games playoff against the Cincinnati Reds in the World Series. The National League champs were big underdogs, but Cicotte and Gandil let it be known their cabal would roll over for $100,000. New York gangster Arnold Rothstein was to funnel the money through his lieutenant, ex-prizefighter Abe Attell.

Cicotte pitched the opener in Cincinnati. He hit the first batter he faced, a sign that the fix was in. Chicago lost, 9-1. They dropped two of the next three contests, with Cicotte committing two key errors in a 2-0 loss in Game 4. However, gamblers stalled when the players demanded their payouts. Exactly who got paid and how much they received is open to debate, but it appears that as little as $25,000 of the bribe money was actually distributed. Down four games to two and facing elimination, the double-crossed conspirators decided to play to win. Cicotte pitched masterfully to win Game 7, 4-1, but the Reds won the next day to take the Series. Gamblers supposedly had gotten to Lefty Williams, threatening to kill him and his wife if he didn’t lose his third start of the Series.

Cicotte, who once claimed, “There is no good substitute for brains in our profession,” was the only conspirator to demand his share up front. The day before the Series began, he found the money under his pillow. “There was $10,000,” he said. “I counted it. It was my price.”

Edgar Victor Cicotte (pronounced SEE-kot) was born June 19, 1884, in Springwells Township, the youngest of seven children. His father, who descended from one of the city’s old-line French families, was a laborer and died when Eddie was 10 years old. Looking to help his mother make ends meet, the youngster dropped out of school to work in a box factory. In his free time he played sandlot ball and went to Bennett Park (the future site of Tiger Stadium) whenever he could to watch the Tigers play.

The stocky right-handed pitcher broke into organized ball in the Upper Peninsula. There he compiled an overall 38-4 record with teams in Calumet and Sault St. Marie. The location also allowed him to satisfy his love of the outdoors, especially fishing and hunting. The Tigers invited him to a tryout in 1905, after which they optioned him to Augusta, Georgia. On May 16 in Augusta, Cicotte married Rose Freer, a French-Canadian girl from Detroit. The Augusta Tourists’ lineup included a native Georgian, Ty Cobb. One day Cicotte traded blows with Cobb after the skinny 18-year-old, nonchalantly eating a box of popcorn in the outfield, ruined Cicotte’s bid for a shutout by muffing a fly ball.

Cicotte and Cobb came up to Detroit in the last weeks of the 1905 season. On September 5, Cicotte notched the first of his 209 big-league wins, beating the White Sox in front of friends and family at Bennett Park. While Cobb would spend 22 summers with the Tigers, Cicotte bounced around the minors for the next three years, experimenting with his knuckleball. He re-emerged in 1908 with the Boston Red Sox. During his five years in Boston, Cicotte was an underachieving pitcher who frequently clashed with management. “He was suspended without pay so much of the time that it was like having no job,” observed one sportswriter.

In July 1912, Cicotte was sold to the White Sox. He initially refused to report, saying he would retire and tend to the little neighborhood café he ran in the off-season. Sportswriters knowingly said he would reconsider when he weighed the difference in earnings. They were right. Thanks to a superior supporting cast and his growing mastery of an arsenal of trick pitches, most of which were perfectly legal at the time, “Knuckles” Cicotte hit his stride in Chicago. In 1917 he developed the “shine ball,” which helped him to a breakout season. “He’d have some transparent paraffin on his trousers or somewhere, or some talcum powder, and every chance he’d get he’d rub the ball there,” catcher Bob O’Farrell told author Lawrence Ritter in The Glory of Their Times. “That would make the ball slide off his fingers and put a real break on it when it came up to the plate. Acted something like a spitter.” Cicotte won a league-high 28 games, including a no-hitter, and posted a 1.53 earned-run average, best in the majors. In the 1917 World Series against the New York Giants, Cicotte’s flutterballs accounted for a 2-1 victory in the opener. The Sox went on to win the Series in six games. Cicotte returned to Detroit a world champion—an underpaid world champion, he complained.

Cicotte was an easygoing sort, popular with players and reporters. When the Red Sox went on the win the 1912 World Series after he was dealt at midseason, his former teammates thought enough of him to present him with an expensive gift. The following year he accompanied the White Sox and New York Giants on an epic six-month barnstorming tour of Asia, the Middle East, and Europe, returning to the States on the Lusitania, the liner doomed to be sunk by a German U-boat in 1915. The globetrotting was a remarkable experience, especially in an era of limited travel, and just one more opportunity afforded him because of his major-league status. “The first rule I would tell any young pitcher is to live a normal, healthy life,” he told Base Ball Magazine in 1918. “I am not a prohibitionist. In fact, I enjoy a glass of beer as well as the next man.” But it was essential for a professional ballplayer to keep regular hours, avoid dissipation, and “learn to use your head at all times.”

Following a sub-par 1918 season in which he led the league with 19 losses, Cicotte signed a $5,000 contract for 1919. Baseball lore has it that Chicago owner Charles Comiskey agreed to give the pitcher a $10,000 bonus if he won 30 games, then ordered him benched in the season’s final weeks so he wouldn’t have to pay it. This supposedly was Cicotte’s impetus for agreeing to rig that year’s World Series.

The facts don’t bear this out. The contract Cicotte signed makes no mention of a bonus. Furthermore, it was Cicotte who asked to go home to Detroit after his 29th win. For the second time in three years, he would top all American League hurlers in wins and innings pitched. He wanted to rest his overworked arm for postseason play. Instead he wound up starting two more games in late September, including the pennant-clincher, though he did not receive credit for the victory. If Cicotte really did narrowly miss out on the alleged $10,000 bonus, it didn’t matter, for he would soon find that exact amount under his pillow.

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What impelled Eddie Cicotte and others to throw the 1919 World Series to Cincinnati? In a word, greed, though in their minds it was a justifiable kind of greed.

Cicotte, like many players, felt chronically underpaid. For many years he lived at 2382 Central Avenue, near Vernor. In 1919, the large brick house, which still stands, was bursting with family members. In addition to being the sole support of his pregnant wife and their two young daughters, Rose and Virginia, Cicotte had taken in his wife’s parents, his brother and wife and their young daughter, and Rose’s sister and husband. He owned a garage, co-managed by his brother, and had taken out a $4,000 mortgage on a farm in Livonia Township, near present-day Seven Mile and Merriman roads. As Cicotte later related, he used the tainted money to pay off the mortgage and install new floors in the farmhouse and barn. He also bought livestock and feed.

In the aftermath of the 1919 World Series, there was widespread talk that gamblers had gotten to the Sox, but no proof. Meanwhile, Comiskey doubled Cicotte’s salary to $10,000, making him one of the game’s highest-paid pitchers. Cicotte responded with another fine season. On Sunday, September 26, 1920, he beat the Tigers at Comiskey Park for his 21st win. A poor hitter, he even contributed a pair of singles to the 8-1 victory. It was the last major-league game he would ever play. The following day, a Philadelphia paper published an interview with Billy Maharg, who verified the rumors of a fix. He named Cicotte as the man who had cooked up the plot.

Cicotte went to Comiskey’s office and confessed. “Yeah, we were crooked,” he sobbed.

“Don’t tell me,” Comiskey said. “Tell it to the grand jury.”

Cicotte, Shoeless Joe Jackson, and Lefty Williams quickly signed confessions, all without consulting a lawyer. They described the plot and named the co-conspirators. Cicotte used the opportunity to unburden his troubled soul. “I needed the money,” he said. “I had the wife and kids. The wife and kids don’t know about this. I don’t know what they’ll think.” Cicotte said he experienced pangs of guilt during the opening game of the Series and afterwards played to win. “I wanted to win,” he told the grand jury. “I could have given [the money] back with interest, if they only let me win the game that day.”

The late Gene Carney, considered by many to be the greatest authority on the scandal and its participants, once gave writer Todd Schulz his take on what motivated Cicotte to come clean. “He had the keenest conscience. This really bothered him. He was a Catholic and he talked to his priest and other friends about it. If he doesn’t go to the grand jury this really could have been slipped under the rug. There was no real evidence that anything had happened. But when a player confesses he took money, that ended the cover-up.”

None of the gamblers implicated in the fix were ever found guilty of a crime. Neither, for that matter, were the Black Sox, who stood trial in the summer of 1921 on charges of defrauding the public. During the trial, the confessions of Cicotte and others mysteriously disappeared. The jury deliberated just a short while before declaring all of the defendants not guilty. Cicotte was so happy he jumped up and grabbed the jury foreman. That evening, players and jurors celebrated together at a local restaurant.

The acquitted players, who had been suspended since the last week of the 1920 season, assumed they would be able to resume their careers. But they hadn’t reckoned on Judge Kenesaw Mountain Landis, the theatrically thunderous federal jurist hired by owners in late 1920 to clean up the game. Baseball’s first commissioner declared the players banished for life. Anyone in organized ball who had anything to do with them also would be tossed out of the game.

Over the next few years, members of the Black Sox played “outlaw” ball around the country, typically for semipro and town teams and often under assumed names. Cicotte found the experience less than satisfying. On one occasion, he was signed to pitch the deciding game in a championship series between the Illinois towns of Colchester and Macomb. Cicotte easily blanked Macomb, leading a disgruntled fan to point to Cicotte’s red, white, and blue socks and say, “You’ve got a lot of guts to wear those colors.” On another occasion, Swede Risberg assembled a barnstorming squad called The Ex-Major League Stars. Just before the tour started in Minnesota, Risberg refused Cicotte’s demand for full pay up front. Cicotte lost two teeth in the fistfight that followed.

In 1927, Cicotte’s name popped up again in connection with a wide-ranging gambling investigation conducted by American League president Ban Johnson. According to credible testimony from former players, in 1917 Cicotte contributed to a cash pool given the Detroit ball club for laying down in a crucial series with Chicago. Cicotte refused to travel to Chicago to testify. In a statement released by his attorney, the pitcher said he “doesn’t even remember” the games in question.

Cicotte’s selective memory extended to conversations with his son, born shortly after the 1919 World Series. They talked a lot of baseball, recalled Eddie Jr., who played briefly in the minor leagues, but never about the scandal that had defamed the family name. “He was a wonderful man,” Eddie Jr., once reminisced. “He was a family man. I grew up by his side. When I was a little kid he’d say, ‘C’mon Eddie, we’re going fishing today.’ We hunted together and fished together all the time.”

Cicotte worked briefly as a Michigan game warden before landing a job at Ford. His employment history at the auto company is filled with holes. During World War I he worked in the off-season as a stock manager in the Rouge boatyard. He evidently returned to the plant in 1924, working as a mechanic and possibly for Harry Bennett’s security department. Some accounts placed him at the infamous “Battle of the Overpass” on May 26, 1937, when Bennett’s security force—filled with ex-athletes, former convicts, and small-time hoods—beat up Walter Reuther and several other members of the fledgling United Auto Workers outside the Rouge. Cicotte’s exact participation in this seminal event in labor history is unclear. A plausible explanation is that his familiar face was spotted at shift change, when the melee occurred. In any event, he was not one of the many participants required to testify in the federal hearings that followed.

Cicotte retired from Ford in 1944. He followed baseball on radio and TV but never attended a game. The feisty Billy Rogell, a shortstop with the Tigers in the 1930s and later a city councilman, was a regular visitor. “One of the nicest guys God put on this earth,” was Rogell’s recollection of Cicotte.

Rogell had grown up poor and streetwise in Chicago, cheering on Shoeless Joe from the outfield bleachers. “The Black Sox? Hell, I was still a kid then,” he said. “Well, sure, it bothered me, ‘cause those guys were my idols.” Over the years Rogell tried repeatedly to take Cicotte to the ballpark. “I’d invite him, but he’d never go. I guess he wasn’t allowed to.” As adults enjoying each other’s company, the subject of the 1919 World Series never came up, Rogell said. “Was he sorry about what he did? Well, what the hell, I never asked him. Listen, he was my friend. I liked the guy. We never talked about it. I didn’t look at him as an old Black Sock. I liked the guy, that’s all.”

In 1957, Cicotte had the satisfaction of seeing Al Cicotte, the grandson of his brother Alva, break in with the Yankees. The journeyman pitcher played for six teams during his five big-league seasons, including a brief stint with the Tigers. There were stories, vigorously denied by family members, that he deliberately mispronounced his surname in order to distance himself from his infamous relative.

Rose died in 1958, leaving Cicotte a widower after 53 years of marriage. He kept busy by raising strawberries on his little farm and selling them from a roadside stand. He still drove a tractor and helped clear snow from his neighbors’ driveways. In 1965, now a mellow octogenarian, he told a visitor he’d become calloused to being called a crooked ballplayer. “I admit I did wrong,” he said, “but I’ve paid for it for the past 45 years.” He continued to keep a low profile, though his children had to contend with rude remarks throughout their entire lives. “A lot of people try to get in dirty digs, even now,” Eddie Jr., then 68 years old and himself a Ford retiree, complained in 1988. “I try to let it go over my head. I was at the VFW or Legion here once and some wise guy said something. I felt like popping him. But I’m getting too old to do that—and he was probably as old as I was.”

Cicotte was treated for cancer and a heart ailment. He died at Henry Ford Hospital on May 5, 1969. He was 84. Few were on hand for the burial at Parkview Cemetery in Livonia. The flat bronze marker over his grave—not unlike a pitcher’s slab—gives no indication of his major-league career or a hint of the turmoil and shame left behind. Simply listed are his name and the dates of his birth and death. Above it all is a single word: Father.

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