When a Win Is Anything But

When a Win Is Anything But

The 1919 Chicago White Sox fielded one of the greatest teams ever in the history of baseball.  The lineup included one of the best hitters in Shoeless Joe Jackson and two pitchers who routinely won almost 30 games each season in Eddie Cicotte and Lefty Williams.  By all accounts, the team was dysfunctional with factions or groups who had nothing in common except the ability to play splendidly as a team (anyone remember the overly dramatic and extremely dysfunctional New York Yankees from the 1970s?).

The 1919 Chicago White Sox will never be remembered for dazzling pitching performances, home runs, or stellar defensive plays on the diamond.  Of course, we all know the team as the Chicago Black Sox – The team that threw the World Series – The team of cheaters – The team that almost took down baseball itself.

With the reputation of the Black Sox so entrenched in our psyche and the undeniable association of the Black Sox with cheating, we may have forgotten that the co-conspirators almost got away with it.  In fact, the players and those involved became entangled in an investigation wholly unrelated to fixing the 1919 World Series.  Then everything fell apart.

September 28, 1920 is viewed as the date of everything unraveling for the Black Sox players, eventually leading to the lifetime ban of eight players from baseball.  This 101st anniversary of the demise of the careers of these players provides an opportunity for the story of the discovery of the misdeeds, the eventual acquittal of the players in the legal system, and the immediately following lifetime ban from baseball, together with some sketchy involvement by mob figures.  The Black Sox deservedly should be known for their cheating ways.  However, the downfall of the Black Sox provides lessons for us all on how quickly fortunes can change and how victories may prove elusive.

The story of the origins of the plot to fix the World Series needs to be explored in other articles.  Just note that baseball owners ruthlessly took advantage of players during this period.  Players’ wages were quite low.  Professional gamblers remained way too chummy with the grossly underpaid players.  The perfect storm scenario to entice players to fix games had been brewing for years.

This story, however, begins with the first pitch of the 1919 World Series.  White Sox star pitcher, Eddie Cicotte, hit the first batter with the first pitch.  That play was the signal that the “fix was on”.  In embarrassing fashion, the heavily favored White Sox lost the first two games of the Series.  After failing to receive payoffs after those games, the White Sox players decided among themselves to call off the fix.  Don’t double cross the double crossers!  The Series became competitive.

While historic accounts differ at this point, something clearly happened before Game 8 of the World Series.  At that time, the World Series was a best of 9 game affair.  The Reds lead the Series 4 games to 3.  Mob Boss Arnold Rothstein, the person most generally credited with providing the cash for the bribes of White Sox players, happened to be in Chicago and famously told associates that there was no possibility of the Series reaching a deciding Game 9.  White Sox pitcher Lefty Williams, known for his tremendous control of pitches, took the mound for the White Sox.  Lefty walked the first three batters he faced without throwing one strike.  Lefty gave up three runs on his way to becoming the pitcher who lost three games in the Series.  The White Sox outfielders dropped fly balls and infielders threw balls five feet over the heads of teammates covering a base.  Game 8 remains the boldest example of a thrown professional sports game to this day.

The poor performance of the White Sox players in the 1919 World Series remained a hot topic of discussion and debate in the sports world into 1920.  Amazingly, no consequences followed.  The 1920 season opened without incident or much  further discussion of the World Series.  The White Sox remained in a close pennant race with the Cleveland Indians as the season headed toward conclusion.

On August 31, 1920, evidence came to light that a baseball game between the Chicago Cubs and Philadelphia Phillies may have been fixed.  A grand jury was convened in Chicago to investigate.  A player who testified about fixing the Cubs game noted that fixing goes on all over baseball.  He had seen a telegram from 1919 suggesting that the White Sox were going to throw the World Series that year.  

The sitting grand jury “invited” White Sox pitcher Eddie Cicotte to appear on September 28, 1920 to answer questions about the 1919 World Series.  Cicotte immediately broke down in tears saying that he had to take care of his wife and kids.  He testified about the scheme to fix the series, identified those involved, and detailed the payments to each player.  Oops.  Word immediately spread that Cicotte spilled the beans.  Shoeless Joe Jackson testified before the grand jury later that same day and admitted that he accepted $5,000 from his teammates although they promised him $20,000.  Other involved players then lined up admitting their involvement before the grand jury.

That evening, White Sox owner, Charles Comiskey, made public a telegram he sent to the eight implicated White Sox players: YOU AND EACH OF YOU ARE HEREBY NOTIFIED OF YOUR INDEFINITE SUSPENSION AS A MEMBER OF THE CHICAGO AMERICAN LEAGUE BASEBALL TEAM.  Notably, Comiskey made no mention that he was tipped off of the alleged fix both before and during the 1919 World Series.  Comiskey took no action in order to protect his own financial interests and value of the White Sox as a team.

The grand jury indicted all eight White Sox players.  The players faced charges of conspiring to defraud the public; conspiring to commit a confidence game; conspiring to injure the business of the American League, and conspiring to injure the business of Charles Comiskey.

With confessions in hand, focus turned to those who financed the fix.  All roads lead to mobster Arnold Rothstein.  As with all well trained mob bosses, Rothstein had no direct involvement, but instead worked through two professional gamblers, Abe Attell and Sport Sullivan.  When news of the White Sox players singing to the grand jury broke, Rothstein summoned Attell and Sullivan.  Rothstein told the two that each would be taking a fully paid vacation.  Attell disappeared to somewhere in Canada.  Sullivan disappeared to somewhere in Mexico.  Witnesses gone.

With Attell and Sullivan now unavailable, Rothstein and his legal team adopted a bold strategy to have Rothstein voluntarily appear before the grand jury to answer questions.  Rothstein testified that he heard about the fix; that Attell and other cheap gamblers approached Rothstein to be in on the fix; and that Rothstein turned them down flat.  Rothstein declared that his own reputation had been compromised by Attell, Sullivan and others who tried to implicate Rothstein just to take the pressure off their own circumstances.  Attell and Sullivan were indicted in abstentia.  No action was ever taken against Rothstein.

In addition, something funny happened on the way to trial.  Signed confessions from the players and other critical documents walked out of the State Attorney’s Office.  Speculation focused on the close association between Attell’s lawyer and an assistant in the prosecutor’s office, but no investigation followed and no charges were ever brought on the matter.

Thereafter, the best and most expensive defense lawyers appeared in the case to represent the eight supposedly impoverished players.  Attorneys who regularly represented Arnold Rothstein now appeared as part of the defense team.  On the first day of trial, these defense lawyers objected to introduction of evidence of the supposed confessions exclaiming: “You won’t get to first base with those confessions!”  The judge granted the objection noting that any mention of the confessions would be out of bounds.

Despite the absence of critical evidence, the prosecution presented a compelling case that detailed the conspiracies and the payoffs.  The prosecution presented meeting after meeting among the co-conspirators both before and during the World Series, meetings of players with gamblers during the World Series, and stories of money being left under pillows and sewn into jacket linings.

The White Sox players presented themselves as simple ball players who did not know what other games were being played.  If given documents, the players professed not to understand what they meant.  If anything shady was going on, the players were but simple pawns.

The trial judge delivered a pinch hit home run for the defense in instructing the jury.  The judge charged the jury that it was not enough for the prosecution to prove that the ballplayers merely threw baseball games.  The jury must find that the defendants conspired to defraud the public and others.  With this instruction of a need to find intent to defraud the public at large, it took less than three hours for the jury to return not guilty verdicts for each defendant.

It was not lost on the public or media that the prosecution convincingly proved that the Black Sox threw the World Series.  It was also not lost on the first baseball Commissioner Kenesaw Mountain Landis.  The very next day after the not guilty verdicts came down, Commissioner Landis banned the eight Black Sox players from baseball for life.  So much for the players celebration.

“Not guilty” may not translate to “innocent” in the public’s eye.  OJ Simpson was found Not Guilty.  Bill Cosby’s convictions were recently thrown out on appeal and he is deemed Not Guilty.  Reputation and image have been dealt a fatal blow not by a ruling in a court of law, but by the facts and undeniable actions which came to light in those courts.  The Chicago Black Sox fixed the World Series and those facts came through loud and clear in their trial.  Rightly or wrongly, these parties will be identified as a murderer, a rapist, and a group of cheaters.

In mediations, at times, I must candidly and forthrightly explain to a party that even if they win at trial, they may still come out as the loser.  Take for example the company defending itself on sexual harassment claims.  Perhaps the offending employee has been dismissed.  Perhaps the company engaged in retraining of its workforce after the underlying actions were discovered.  Perhaps the company sought to provide counseling to the impacted employee and took steps to ensure that no retaliation would be taken against the injured employee.  The company took every step it could think of to address the wrong and implement preventative measures to guard against future transgressions.  Nice talking points, but the fact remains that the company allowed the conduct to take place and now they appear to be defending or hiding behind the actions of the former bad employee.  A victory at trial might straddle the company with an image that improper conduct will be tolerated and the company will defend the bad actors.  That company needs to seriously consider what will be plainly on display in a public trial.  The rulings may have little to do with the image ultimately projected.

Debate will continue as to whether Shoeless Joe Jackson was genuinely involved in fixing the 1919 World Series (he made no errors, batted almost .400 and held the record for most hits in a World Series which stood for 40 years).  Debate will also continue on Charles Comiskey’s knowledge or involvement.  Regardless of the outcome of those debates, the Black Sox are confirmed cheaters 101 years later not through rumor and innuendo, but by facts presented in a court of law.  The victory in the court of law must ring fairly hollow for the Black Sox players.  At least in civil litigation, the option of resolution through mediation can avoid becoming the loser after winning at trial.

15 Minutes

15 Minutes

You are given 15 minutes notice to leave your house.  A natural disaster will strike and there may be nothing left.  With no time to ponder or debate, what do you take with you?

Courtesy of Hurricane Ida, two of our sons recently confronted that precise issue.  Both planned to remain in their places in New Orleans to ride out the storm.  Both prepared in securing supplies in advance of the hurricane.  Water – check.  Food – check.  Flashlights and extra batteries – check.  Cars full of gas.  Identify those neighbors also sheltering in place and agree to check on each other.  Cars parked in areas one foot higher than the streets (that step means the world in New Orleans).  Check.  Check.  Check.

Ida would blow through the Big Easy on Sunday, August 29 — the anniversary date of Hurricane Katrina.  Each Ida storm update on Friday and Saturday spoke of rapid intensification, higher wind speeds, and higher category ratings.  Would the storm veer to the west and spare New Orleans?  Would Mother Nature provide a direct Katrina anniversary hit on the Crescent City?

The time to evacuate would be Saturday at the latest.  With each new Weather Channel report, Mom became more anxious for the boys, but also of greater resolve that they should shelter in place.

Our boys live about eight short blocks apart.  Each resides in one half of a classic New Orleans shotgun style duplex.  Each house is slightly raised from street level.  The neighborhood in which they live may experience some street flooding at worst.  Long term residents cannot recall any flooding of the houses, ever.  The area did not suffer any flooding during Katrina.  The kids should be OK even if Jim Cantore and other Weather Channel stars carried on about impending doom.

The National Weather Service shattered the fragile and nervous confidence in one of our sons with the 7 p.m. Hurricane Ida update on Saturday evening.  Ida “wobbled” slightly to the east.  The new storm track placed Ida just to the west of New Orleans where it would strike as a Category 4.  One more wobble to the east and the City would be in the crosshairs of the storm.  This son instantly became the Big Queasy in the Big Easy.

Another conference call with Mom, Dad and the two boys immediately followed these developments.  The newly terrified son rattled off anticipated wind speeds, descriptions of damages a Category 4 hurricane can produce, the potential impacts of east-northeast winds coming across Lake Ponchartrain, and the untested nature of emergency systems put in place post-Katrina.  This new encyclopedic knowledge was wholly absent from every previous call.

This child concluded with: “So, I think we should leave.  Now.”  He told his brother he would pick him up in 15 minutes.  Be ready.

With each of our sons now on the 15 minute until evacuation clock, immediate and unplanned decisions would need to be made about what to grab while going out the door.  We will return to the boys later to find out what happened and the items, if any, they selected at crunch time.

When Katrina hit, I was working closely with many New Orleans lawyers on a multi-year, large exposure litigation.  Given the duration of that case and its intensity, I got to know so many of the lawyers beyond the professional colleague stage.  We got to know spouses and family pets.  We heard about current events for children and grandchildren.  We were friends.

Quite a number of these friends became displaced with Katrina.  We discussed what folks took with them as they vacated the City for that hurricane.  For one attorney and her husband, lifelong New Orleans residents, they gathered their cat, grabbed their wedding photograph album, and packed their golf clubs as they were avid golfers.  They looked at each other, looked at the half empty car, looked back at their house and one of them declared: “The rest is just stuff.  Let’s go.”  With their car only half full, they drove away.

Another lawyer and his spouse had spent the ten years prior to Katrina restoring their historic house in New Orleans.  This attorney recalled sitting in his parlor at his beloved piano, crying, and telling the piano that she would be missed.  He took with him merely a change of clothes and nothing more.

Back to our boys and Hurricane Ida.  After two or three more conference calls and determining that gas stations within a three hour radius of New Orleans had already run out of gas, our son calmed down sufficiently to understand that his best option would be to remain in place.  Both kids lost power and we lost communication by Sunday afternoon.  Mom and Dad were glued to the Weather Channel for every detail.  When Jim Cantore literally got blown over by the wind in downtown New Orleans, we felt as if we had been knocked over.  For an agonizing additional 24 hours, no communication from the boys.

On Monday evening, we finally received text messages advising that each child was safe, that their places suffered modest damages, and that power may be lost for weeks or longer.  On Tuesday, with temperatures expected to surge over 100 degrees, the airconditionless boys planned their escape from New Orleans.  Suspecting that Mom and Dad would tell them to stay put, they ignored our calls and messages until they promptly got on the road out of town.  After a two day excursion worthy of Thelma and Louise, they arrived back home in Memphis.

With their arrival, our laundry room immediately filled up with an amazing amount of dirty clothes.  Our one son spent his 15 minutes before leaving collecting all his dirty clothes and bedding.  I asked why he brought laundry, especially not knowing where they were going to end up on this journey.  He responded that wherever they landed, there most likely would be laundry facilities and he needed clean clothes.  Place one child in the practical category.

I turned to other son and inquired if he also had laundry.  He scoffed and replied: “No way.”  I then asked what, if anything, he took when evacuating in a rush.  He produced a bottle of Hendrix Gin.  He explained that the gin was a gift and it cost well beyond what he could ever afford for a bottle of gin.  In fact, he does not believe he could afford Hendrix Gin for many years to come.  So, if Hurricane Ida were to destroy everything, he could take solace with brilliant gin drink.  Place this child in the live for the moment category.

In your 15 minutes, would you reach for items with emotional attachment such as a wedding photographs?  Would you grab expensive or valuable things such as jewelry or a bottle of gin?  Would your practical side prevail and you take work to be done such as laundry or even that half-finished business presentation?  Or, would you simply leave with but a change of clothes?

We should all have our crisis kit prepared and include documents such as insurance policies, copies of deeds, powers of attorney and medical records.  I can easily counsel clients to have such information prepared and copied on flash drives.  Yet, I admit that I am not so prepared myself.  Those type of records require forethought and planning.  You cannot gather them if left to a 15 minute window of opportunity.  This article addresses the immediate impulse items you may take in your own crunch time.

I suggest that we probably cannot answer the question “What will you take?” unless and until we are confronted with our own 15 minutes.  The four people in this article presented four quite distinct results.  The extreme response of “just walk away” came from a lawyer who could only be described as an intense personality.  I would never have guessed that he would be capable to even think about just walking away.  I also think he does not believe he would have acted in that fashion pre-Katrina.  Our son who saved only a bottle of booze is our most emotional child by far.  He has saved pieces of his past as reminders in life.  I would have guessed he would have demanded a U-Haul to save all these things he finds so important in life.  Instead, he surprised even himself with his actions.

Part of me would like to think that I would grab a few items with high emotional value, most especially if they cannot be replaced.  However, part of me feels that it is just stuff and just leave already.  Of course, under any scenario, the dogs would already be in the car excited for their new adventure.

In some ways, this 15 minute window is a microcosm of a trial.  You can prepare for what you know will happen.  You can prepare for what you think may happen.  You can have all your motions and bench briefs set for anticipated evidentiary issues.  You can have witnesses prepped and ready.  You can have your case fully themed to be presented as an easily understood and cohesive story.

Then your entire case “wobbles” a little to the east as soon as it begins.  You determine that you must avoid any juror with any medical background.  The first five potential jurors called are a nurse, a paramedic, a physical therapist, a hospital administrator, and a veterinarian.  You are officially on your own 15 minute clock and must immediately decide who goes and who stays on the jury.  

After jury selection, the judge announces that each weekend he plays golf with the attorney for the opposing party.  The judge states that there is no conflict as golfing is just a social outing.  The judge simply wants to place the information on the record for full transparency.  Side note: this situation is not fiction and happened to me.  You again confront a new 15 minute period and must decide how to react to this latest bombshell.

Your perfectly planned trial becomes a series of “15 minutes” to determine what you will grab as things fall apart.  In each instance, you simply do not know and cannot predict how you will react.  As a mediator, you often advise parties that proceeding to trial is a risky proposition due to uncertainties and issues beyond your control regardless how much planning and preparation has been done.  Decisions will need to be made on the spot and without the benefit of careful consideration.  These “15 minute” decisions will impact the entire trial and may prove to be the decisions leading to success or abject failure.  You cannot predict how you will react in that 15 minutes.

A settlement, however, eliminates the 15 minutes.  A settled outcome provides certainty and makes sure that the 15 minute window does not even open.  An agreed upon resolution through compromise prevents your entire case from wobbling.  Control the hurricane.  Do not allow the hurricane to control you!

As for me, with our new full house, I will fold laundry as I enjoy a gin and tonic.