"Few, if any, players in baseball have more drive or a greater determination to win than Clint Courtney. Behind the plate, he's tough and merits his nickname- 'Scrap Iron.'
In 1952 Clint won the Sporting News Rookie of the Year award. In 1956, he was the top defensive catcher."
-1959 Topps No. 483
SENATORS' RUGGED INDIVIDUALIST
Clint Courtney Still Has Tabasco Sauce In His Blood
"Among the last of the rugged individualists is Clint Courtney, the Washington catcher. It wouldn't be surprising if Dr. George A. Resta, the Senators' physician, finds a mixture of Tabasco sauce and hot peppers every time Courtney's blood count is taken.
Somebody said it couldn't be done- but Courtney proved it could. This has reference to eyeglasses. No catcher in big league history had ever worn glasses before Courtney came up with the Yankees in 1951. But it's proved no deterrent to the fiery Louisianan.
It wasn't too long ago that a ballplayer wearing glasses was considered a freak, and this ancient superstition did much to hurt Clint's early career.
'That,' he drawls, 'and the fact that I was tryin' to beat out a pretty good catcher with the Yanks- fella by the name of Yogi Berra.'
Clint is a man of many enthusiasms. His idol has always been Rogers Hornsby, for whom Coutrney played in 1950 when he was at Beaumont with Gil McDougald, who, since then, has made the varsity.
'Why,' says Clint, 'me and that McDougald done tore that league apart. I think by midsummer we drove in 100 runs each.'
The record book says Courtney drove in 79 for the whole season with Beaumont in 1950. Maybe Clint was in 'partnership' with McDougald, who did drive in 115 runs, so between them they almost had 200 runs batted in.
But Courtney's enthusiasms are less boasts than they are signs of his tremendous aggressiveness. He put his aggressive temperament to work several times and was involved in some notable fisticuffs during his early career.
For some reason, Clint always picked on the Yankees. It may have been a subconscious resentment against the champs for not realizing his great value. Courtney retired from the fight business when he tangled with Bob Cerv, the Kansas City muscleman, then with the Yankees.
Courtney always is a man of definite opinions. For instance, the Senators wanted to put him on the grievance committee. He declined with the words: 'If I got somethin' to say, I say it right then. We got too many lawyers in baseball right now.'
Clint has yielded a grudging respect for manager Cookie Lavagetto, who now rates second only to Clint's patron saint, Hornsby.
He was one of the few men loyal to Hornsby when the latter was fired summarily in Boston while managing the sad St. Louis Browns. Ironically, the incident which precipitated the sacking of Hornsby occurred at Yankee Stadium, and involved Courtney's former teammate, McDouglad, who also had been one of Hornsby's boys.
It seemed that McDougald, playing third base, went into the stands for a foul ball. Bill Veeck, then boss of the Browns, was watching the game. He thought McDougald had been 'helped' by a spectator and that Hornsby should protest the game.
The fabulous 'Rajah,' one of the game's immortals, was not a man to take suggestions easily. He icily informed Veeck that he, Hornsby, would decide such things. Hornsby refused to protest and was fired.
'Hornsby was a tough man,' Clint concedes, 'but I never argued with him. I always said 'Yes, sir' and 'No, sir' to him.'
It's a trait of Courtney's character that although he did show his manager respect, he never called him 'Mister.'
Courtney is a shrewd businessman when he isn't playing baseball. Alone, he has developed one of the finest ranches in Louisiana and is a successful horse breeder and cattleman.
One of Clint's particular pets is Pedro Ramos, the Cuban pitcher who also happens to be the fastest runner on the Washington squad. Clint will match his protege against any sprinter in the big leagues, and is always hurling challenges, on Ramos' behalf, to other ball players.
There was the time a couple of years ago when the Senators and Cincinnati Redlegs were traveling north together. Courtney became involved in a friendly argument with Birdie Tebbetts, the Cincinnati manager, who was lauding the speed on his club.
'You pick yo' man,' drawled Courtney, 'and I guarantee my boy Ramos will beat him.'
One word led to several and Tebbets picked his third baseman, Don Hoak. 'Ramos won't have a chance,' commented Birdie. 'Hoak will leave him far behind.'
'If he does,' replied Courtney, 'he's gonna have to put them feet down awful regular.'
The race was held in Chattanooga and Ramos, after a stumbling start, won by something like eight yards."
-Bob Addie, Washington Post (Baseball Digest, May 1959)