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Bobby Doerr dies at 99

Discussion in 'Red Sox Forum' started by Luis Taint, Nov 14, 2017.

  1. Luis Taint

    Luis Taint Member SoSH Member

    Per Alex Spier

    Very nice man, one of the very first baseballs I had signed when I was a kid. Had absolutely no idea who he was, just knew he was a Red Sox.
  2. AlNipper49

    AlNipper49 Huge Member Dope

    If you want to know about dedication you should spend the day googling about Doerr’s care of his wife later in life.

    I attended his number retirement ceremony and, like you, he was perhaps overshadowed a bit on Red Sox lore for me by some of the giants that we had. Still and awesome player and even a better dude.
  3. Poulsonator

    Poulsonator Well-Known Member Gold Supporter SoSH Member

    I never met him but from everything I've heard and read he was an amazing person. My only interaction was years ago I sent a ball to his home in OR and it was promptly returned with his signature. I can't imagine how many amazing stories he had to tell.

    RIP Bobby.
  4. Monbonthbump

    Monbonthbump lurker

    Might be a good time to reread Halberstam's " The Teammates". Now the four are reunited. R.I.P. Bobby.
  5. Hildy

    Hildy Well-Known Member Lifetime Member SoSH Member

    This makes me unaccountably sad. Like Nip, I read the stories of him caring for his wife. Added to the story of his friendships told in the Teammates, and he seemed like the kind of man I hope my son grows up to be like. (That was a very involved sentence...)
  6. Spacemans Bong

    Spacemans Bong chapeau rose SoSH Member

    Last living player who played in the 1930s, and last living player who played against Lou Gehrig. RIP Bobby.
  7. pedro1918

    pedro1918 Member SoSH Member

    It's kind of a cliche when athletes a re described as "great player and a better person" but that doesn't come close to summing up Doerr.

    I hope he is already sitting next to Monica. While I'm sure they'd like to see him, Williams, Pesky and DiMaggio can wait until tomorrow.
  8. Tyrone Biggums

    Tyrone Biggums nfl meets tri-annually at a secret country mansion SoSH Member

    99 years old. Dude lived a hell of a life. RIP.
  9. amh03

    amh03 Tippi Hedren Lifetime Member SoSH Member

    I had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Doerr at a couple of Fenway events...just a really kind and gentle man. Sorry to read the news this morning...
  10. Beomoose

    Beomoose Member SoSH Member

    Great reading the anecdotes from those who met or otherwise interacted with him, it's pretty amazing to see that he really was that guy. May more role models follow his example.
  11. steeplechase3k

    steeplechase3k Well-Known Member Lifetime Member SoSH Member

    In about 2002 or 2003 David Halberstam was in Portland (OR) for a reading and talk on The Teammates. Doerr came up from his home a few hours south. He spent hours telling amazing stories about his playing days. Then spend another hour or more signing books for everyone. He took the time to have a short conversation with everyone before signing. Truly a wonderful person.
  12. CaptainLaddie

    CaptainLaddie dj paul pfieffer SoSH Member

    Question: why did he retire so early? Age 33 seems so young to retire when his numbers were still excellent.
  13. AlNipper49

    AlNipper49 Huge Member Dope

    Back problems I think
  14. AlNipper49

    AlNipper49 Huge Member Dope

    Going to back to his care of his wife... he married her in 1938 and shortly thereafter she was diagnosed with MS. He took care of her for over 60 years.
  15. nolasoxfan

    nolasoxfan Member SoSH Member

    Much respect. Rest in peace, Bobby.
  16. rlsb

    rlsb lurker

    My dad's favorite player. Godspeed #1.
  17. sheamonu

    sheamonu Member SoSH Member

    When we'd be sitting around the fire at extended family cookouts and the talk would turn to players - let's say right fielders - the kids in my generation might say "Dwight Evans" and my dad's generation might say "Tony C" and the grandparents might counter with "Jackie Jensen". You'd get some good arguments going. But those old guys would brook no debate at second base. It was Doerr. He was the standard. Even more than Williams in left because they all respected fielding. Doerr was the one. And you used a Hershey bar for s'mores. Put that Nestle shit away.
  18. E5 Yaz

    E5 Yaz Transcends message boarding Lifetime Member SoSH Member

    Bobby Doerr lived quietly in Oregon for many years. There's a bookstore in the coastal town of Gold Beach that has a rare books and collectibles room, and in it were many items associated with Doerr ... and many of them signed. It was just a quiet space lacking in all pretense, and from all I've read that perfectly reflects on the way he lived his life.
  19. brandonchristensen

    brandonchristensen mad photochops SoSH Member

    Damn, 99 years. That's a fucking life!
  20. Monbo Jumbo

    Monbo Jumbo Well-Known Member Lifetime Member SoSH Member

    My brother got to know Bobby and his family through his medical practice in Oregon. After he'd first met Bobby, he brought him a couple of baseballs to sign for my brother's sons. Bobby says "Let me hang on to these and I'll get Ted to sign em too." Knowing that story, I asked my brother some years back if we could get a Doerr ball for a SoSh auction, and my brother's response was, "He'll probably give you a bat." - which indeed he did. My brother can never say enough nice things about Bobby Doerr.

    And yeah, tough. His most recent athletic feat was outliving every doc's estimates by a few.

    R.I.P. #1
  21. edoug

    edoug Member SoSH Member

    Nice piece by Mike Lupica on the sportsonearth site.

    "Later they were in Florida, when the Red Sox were still training in Winter Haven, and Williams invited Doerr to do some "real" fishing, bonefishing, near his home in Islamorada. Pesky was there, and when Williams was out of earshot, he told Doerr, "You don't want to do this. You don't know how he gets when he's bonefishing."

    Doerr went, anyway. The next day he found Pesky and said, "You were right."

    Pesky asked what happened.

    "We're in the boat," Doerr said, "and I asked him a question about casting."

    "Oh, no," John Pesky said, laughing. "You talked to him?"

    "And when I did," Bobby Doerr said, "Ted jumped up in the boat and yelled at me, 'Don't you know they can hear you?"
  22. glasspusher

    glasspusher Member SoSH Member

    RIP Bobby. A life well lived.
  23. Al Zarilla

    Al Zarilla Member SoSH Member

    We finally got another outstanding second baseman in Dustin Pedroia. I bet Bobby appreciated Dustin.

    I probably saw Bobby play at Fenway in 1950 (unless he was hurt, should have). Ted was by far the big star then, of course. Bobby and Dom were the next biggest. Ted hit two or three homers in a doubleheader on the day of that family trip down from New Hampshire. Didn't get a Bobby or anybody else autograph, but came away with some other memorabilia. Got those after the game and I think they were sold out of Ted, probably also Bobby buttons. Got a Dom D. and a Sammy White!

    I've read nothing but what a great guy Bobby was, like everyone else is saying here.

  24. MakeMineMoxie

    MakeMineMoxie Member SoSH Member

    Knowing what a class act Bobby Doerr was then reading of the latest exploits of Josh Beckett makes me just shake my head.
  25. LoweTek

    LoweTek Well-Known Member Lifetime Member SoSH Member

    Grace is a good word to characterize Doerr. There's really not much else needed to describe him.

    I have a couple of Doerr stories. The first one, Winter Haven, early February 1992, lower fields. An early incarnation of the Red Sox Fantasy Camp. Day one, a Sunday, field work ending, everyone was headed to the locker rooms as dusk approached. Doerr, Pesky, Petrocelli and me were the last figures on the field as it got dark. We were clustered around second base.

    Pesky and I had been debating methods of double play pivot technique at the 2nd base bag, whether feeding or receiving from the SS side or 2B side, what steps or moves worked best, where you wanted the ball, shifting for the throw to 1B, etc.

    Doerr, returning from one of the other fields noticed the conversation and joined the debate. Petrocelli a few minutes later. In the end, the four of us were there the better part of an hour, each executing feed and pivot technique finally lighted only by the minimal and distant lights of Chain-O-Lakes. Doerr feeds Pesky, Petrocelli feeds Doerr, Pesky feeds me, round and round, over and over. All the while debating "best" pivot technique. Note: the question was never settled.

    None of them wanted to leave. I'd met them for the first time only hours earlier. To this day, I teach kids the methods and techniques discussed and debated that evening.

    Maybe I'll tell the other story tomorrow. I'll be thinking of Bobby. He defined grace. A good life, well lived, on his own terms.
  26. glasspusher

    glasspusher Member SoSH Member

    Thanks for sharing this. Wonderful.
  27. Hawk68

    Hawk68 lurker

    Ted Williams... Johnny Pesky... Bobby Doerr. Teammates once and always. RIP Bobby.
  28. MakeMineMoxie

    MakeMineMoxie Member SoSH Member

    And don't forget "The Little Perfessor" Dom DiMaggio.
  29. barbed wire Bob

    barbed wire Bob crippled by fear Silver Supporter SoSH Member

    I would love to hear more stories.
  30. MakeMineMoxie

    MakeMineMoxie Member SoSH Member

    Me too! Tell us some more stories, Dad!
  31. Rowdy

    Rowdy lurker

    In the 80’s, my father met and became close friends with Bobby. They fished together out at Bobby’s place on the Rogue River a few times and visited in Florida In the winters. In 1990, I graduated college and was road tripping around the west and they invited me to join them in Oregon for a steelhead trip. So, a friend of mine and I drove into his place which was a modest cabin on a beautiful spot on the Rogue. We arrived to him and his wife feeding a bunch of wild turkeys and deer. It was kind of surreal. Anyway, we spent the next few days fishing during the day and sitting around talking about baseball at night. He was a remarkably humble and caring gentleman. Like Williams, he was also a hell of a fisherman. As people noted, he was very devoted to his wife. I never crossed paths with Bobby again though he remained friends with my father. That weekend with him was probably the highlight of my career of being a Red Sox with the possible exception of 10-27-04.

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