WEISER—August 2, 1907 was a day not unlike any other in Washington, DC. The Senators, perpetual cellar dwellers, 26 games behind in the American League standings, welcomed perennial power Detroit and the immortal Ty Cobb.  The Tigers trampled Washington, the end result hardly astonishing.

But something else happened that midsummer afternoon, a force was unleashed that would not only change the Senators future, but leave a mark upon the game that few, if any, have ever eclipsed.  “Friday I encountered the most threatening sight I ever saw in the ball field,” The legendary Tigers outfielder was stated in his biography. “Evidently, manager Joe Cantillon had picked a rube out of the cornfields of the deepest bushes to pitch against us...He was a tall, shambling galoot of about twenty, with arms so long they hung far out of his sleeves, and with a sidearm delivery that looked unimpressive at first glance...We hollered 'Get the pitchfork ready, Joe, your hayseed's on his way back to the barn.' The first time I faced him, I watched him take that easy windup. And then something went past me that made me flinch. The thing just hissed with danger. We couldn't touch him…every one of us knew we'd met the most powerful arm ever turned loose in a ball park.”

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