Hoy gave so much to baseball, let's give back to Hoy.
"Syopsis"
1961, Cincinnati, Ohio
It is a crisp October at Crosley Field in Cincinnati. The Cincinnati
Reds are in the World Series for the first time in 21 years; their
opponent, the powerful New York Yankees. The PA announcer's voice
booms over the crowd noise, broadcasting that the ceremonial first
pitch will be thrown out by William "Dummy" Hoy. The crowd cheers,
but Hoy, now 99 years old, can not hear them. In fact, William
"Dummy" Hoy never heard the roar of the crowds or the congratulations
of his teammates during his Major-League career. Deaf since childhood,
and the first deaf baseball player to ever play Major-League baseball,
Hoy played in a world of silence.
Carson, Hoy's son, uses American Sign Language to tell his dad
that the crowd is cheering for him. Hoy stands and waves to the
crowd, his face igniting into an incandescent smile. The crowd
stands and waves their arms in the air’Äî the deaf cheer. Hoy stands
there in wonderment. A tear rolls down his cheek. Carson signs
again, asking his father if he's okay. Hoy nods, yes. Then Carson
signs, telling Hoy that it is time to throw out the first pitch.
As Hoy throws the ball to the catcher, we follow the arc of the
baseball through the air. Just as it hits the catcher's glove,
we flash back to the SLAP of a rubber ball hitting the side of
a red brick building...
Late 1870's
Young William Hoy plays in the schoolyard at the Ohio School for
the Deaf where he is learning to be a cobbler. He repeatedly throws
the ball at a specific brick and hits it with precise accuracy.
He quickly moves around at every bounce. With each throw he moves
back, extending the distance between himself and the wall. Again
and again he hits the marked brick.
After graduating the school for the deaf, Hoy moves back to his
hometown of Houcktown, Ohio where he helps his father on their
farm and then opens his own shoe-repair shop. Playing baseball
with the kids on the street and with amateur teams on the weekends
fuels his passion for the game.
One day, while passing through the town, a pro scout notices Hoy
playing. He is astounded at the accuracy of the young man's arm.
After the game, the scout approaches Hoy and asks him where he
learned how to throw like that and if he ever thought of playing
professionally. During an awkward moment while trying to communicate,
Hoy points to his ears, and shakes his head. Realizing that Hoy
can not hear him, the scout produces a pen and a piece of paper
and writes, "Have you ever thought of playing professionally?"
Hoy's eyes light up as he smiles and nods enthusiastically.
Hoy, now in a Milwaukee uniform, is practicing with the team.
Afterwards, the coach approaches Hoy and writes that he wants
Hoy to play for him. Then he writes down, $55.00 a month. Hoy
takes the paper and pencil and writes, $65.00 a month. The coach
shakes his head and points to $55. Hoy turns and walks away leaving
the coach screaming to unheard ears.
The door to the shoe-repair shop opens and the scout approaches
Hoy who is busy nailing a sole to a shoe. The scout writes, "What
happened?" Hoy writes, "Milwaukee bad." The scout studies Hoy
for a moment, then writes, "You go to Oshkosh, Wisconsin." Once
again we see Hoy's face light up with a triumphant smile.
At the age of 24, Hoy grabs his spikes, closes his shop for good
and boards a train headed for the Minor-League team in Oshkosh.
His professional baseball career has begun.
Hoy faces challenges far and above those faced by a "normal" new
prospect, yet despite his diminutive size (5-foot-4, 148 pounds)
and his hearing disability, he intrigues the men who run the Oshkosh
minor-league club with his explosive speed and powerful arm. After
two years in Minor Leagues, Hoy is signed by the Washington Senators
in 1888 and leads the National League with 82 stolen bases in
his rookie year. Hoy, not being able to hear the calls of the
umpire, communicated with his third-base coach, who relayed the
calls back to Hoy by signing? The game of baseball will never
be the same.
Shy and unassuming, "Dummy" Hoy endeared himself to both teammates
and fans, teaching anyone who cared to notice that talent, desire,
and hard work can be transcendent. Hoy's story is truly inspirational;
a story of one man overcoming the odds and in doing so leaving
a mark on the great American pastime that survives today.
William Ellsworth Hoy "Dummy Hoy" died at the age of 99. Two of
his dreams in life were to live to be 100 and to be in the National
Baseball Hall of Fame. To date, only one can still come true.
