Crash Davis, A
Legend in His Own Time, Dead at 82
David M. Jordan
Philadelphia Athletics followers
and baseball fans everywhere were saddened to learn of the passing
of Lawrence “Crash” Davis in his beloved North Carolina on Friday,
August 31. Crash had waged a gallant but ultimately losing struggle
against pancreatic cancer before succumbing at the age of 82.
Crash Davis, the pride of Greensboro,
North Carolina, was one of the most popular player-members of the
A’s Historical Society, and a very welcome guest whenever he visited.
Crash, as he was known since a big-time collision under a pop fly
when he was 14 years old, played mostly second base (with a few
games at short and first) for the Athletics from 1940 to 1942. He
later became a kind of legend in the Carolina League for his play
with the Durham Bulls, Raleigh Capitols, and Reidsville Luckies
from 1948 to 1952.
But Crash’s national fame rested
on his serving as the model, sort of, for Kevin Costner’s portrayal
of a minor-league lifer (named, not surprisingly, “Crash Davis”)
in Ron Shelton’s 1988 film “Bull Durham.” Costner played a homer-hitting
catcher, while Crash in real life was a light-hitting infielder,
but then no one ever accused Hollywood of letting the facts get
in the way of a story. Crash served as a consultant for the film,
considered by many to be the best baseball movie ever. Crash liked
to state modestly (with that familiar twinkle in his eye) that “I
was the consultant for all those love scenes” with Susan Sarandon.
He later played a cameo role as Hall of Famer Wahoo Sam Crawford
in the movie “Cobb.”
Born in Canon, Georgia, in
1919, Crash at 15 played shortstop on a national championship American
Legion team and the next year led his Gastonia High School nine
to the North Carolina state championship. After four outstanding
years at Duke University, where he captained the baseball team for
Coach Jack Coombs, Crash signed with Philadelphia and soon found
himself in Connie Mack’s lineup. After 23 games as a rookie, Davis
appeared in 39 games in 1941 and 86 games in 1942, when he hit the
only two home runs of his big league career.
Uncle Sam called at that point,
and Crash enlisted in the U.S. Navy. Completing his officer’s training
course, he was commissioned and assigned to Harvard University,
where he helped run the Navy ROTC V-12 program and coached the Crimson
baseball team, while also keeping the Charles River free of German
U-boats.
Following the war, Crash Davis
performed for a couple of years in the New England League before
returning to his roots in North Carolina. He set Carolina League
records for doubles in a season, assists, putouts, and double plays.
Crash taught and coached at two North Carolina high schools from
1948 to 1955, winning a couple of state championships in 1953 and
1954 with the same Gastonia High team for which he starred as a
student.
From 1956 to his retirement
in 1985, Davis worked as a personnel executive for Burlington Industries,
a textile manufacturer in Greensboro, but his business activities
did not use up all of his abundant energy. In 1990, Crash won a
prestigious award from Duke for his many outstanding alumni efforts
for the university, and he found time to serve as a deacon of his
church and as an executive of the Gastonia Pioneer Girl Scout Council.
Crash was inducted in 1978 into the Gastonia County Sports Hall
of Fame and the following year into the North Carolina American
Legion Baseball Hall of Fame. Just this summer Crash Davis was a
founding member of the Minor League Baseball Alumni Association.
Those of us in the Athletics
Historical Society, though, knew Crash Davis as a major-league level
raconteur, a sparkling personality, and a kindly gentleman. His
movie role as Sam Crawford was the closest Crash ever got to Cooperstown,
but if they ever create a Good Guys Hall of Fame, he’ll be one of
the first nominees. For our Society, which lives on memories of
a wonderful old ball club and on celebrating those of its players
still with us, the loss of Crash Davis leaves a huge void.
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