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Clyde McCullough

Clyde McCullough
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Clyde Edward McCullough
Born: March 4, 1917 at Nashville, Tenn.
Died: September 18, 1982 at San Francisco, Cal. Obituary
Throws: Right Bats: Right
Height: 5.11 Weight: 180

Clyde McCullough was the most popular Ultimate Mets Database daily lookup on May 14, 2011, and September 18, 2012.

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  • Coach 1963

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Kevin C. Delahanty, MD
September 1, 2004
This guy was the manager of the NY-Penn League Auburn Mets in the early '60s, when Danny Napoleon jumped from single A ball to the Majors. He was a god in my home town, as were most of the team. I am suddenly reminded of a publicity ploy to get fannies in the seats of Falcon Park. An old rust- bucket of a car, covered with Mets logos, used to slowly drive through town with a hugh speaker on the roof. Someone in the car, a player I suppose, reminded the citizens of an impending game later in the day. This is a great website. I'm on call today & have been laughing my head off reading everyone's comments. Occasionally a tear of reminiscence. What is it about baseball that does this to people?

steve "scooter" smith
February 12, 2006
I played for Clyde with the Auburn Mets in 1965 and '66, in the NYP league, and the Durham Bulls in the Carolina League in '67. Auburn had the better team with guys like Jerry Koosman, Kenny Boswell, Greg Goosen, Jim McAndrew, Dan Frisella, Billy Wynne, Jimmy Dix, etc. Clyde was some character and one tough SOB! He did not have much formal education but he was as street smart as anyone. A rough, tough, guy if necessary, but totally capable of charming anyone who was lucky enough to meet him.

I had not seen Clyde for fourteen years, but I called him when I was on my honeymoon in Va. Beach, (he lived in Norfolk), and before I even had a chance to tell him who was calling, he said this is "Scooter" isn't it? and met us in less than 45 minutes in our hotel bar. It was so great to see Clyde again and I realized just how much I loved the guy and how lucky I was to have played for him. Seeing Clyde's photo on this website rekindles those warm feelings all over again.

Joe Figliola
February 24, 2006
I used to get him confused with Clyde McPhatter. When I was a kid, I always thought it was cool that the guy who sang "Lover, Please" was in baseball. Such was the case back then.

George Gerdes
August 20, 2006
Clyde McCullough is remembered with love in two books about James Dean. One is the forthcoming "Surviving James Dean" by William Bast. The other is "Dizzy & Jimmy" by Liz Sheridan. Both detail the accounts of a cold October night in 1952 when Clyde graciously stopped to give the freezing three of them (Jimmy, Dizzy & Bill) a ride all the way from New Jersey to Fairmount, Indiana in his old Nash Rambler. The young unknown James Dean, being a solid baseball fan, was positively thrilled to wind up being chauffeured by the Pittsburgh Pirates great catcher. 1952 was Clyde's best year in the Majors and his unconditional generosity left an inedilible impression on all three of the then "starving artists." Check it out.

David
August 23, 2006
I was the play by play announcer of the Auburn Mets in 1964, 1965, and 1966. I learned so much baseball from Clyde.

I used to make out his lineup cards every day and I used to transcribe his Scouting Reports to New York.

I know Clyde only got through the 3rd or 4th grade in Tennesee, and after a year or so it became apparent to me that Clyde could not write. He often would say it was all the broken fingers he got behind the plate that kept him from writing. (I just agreed).

I marveled at the way he reached young players and could teach them.

Tug McGraw briefly in 64 and Jerry Koosman, Jim McAndrew, Bob Johnson, Jim Bethke, Jerry Lampe, Steve Chilcott, Kenny Boswell, Danny Napoleon and one of his favorites Greg "Granny Goose" Goosen in the ensuing years.

Clyde was one of the most generous people I ever met both in the time he gave to people and the many times I saw him help folks out financially.

david
October 22, 2006
The story of how tough Clyde was was told to me by his friend Bob Scheffing of the Mets. During the 40's Clyde was in a bar with other players when he came across Clyde "Bulldog" Turner of the Bears. Bulldog I believe was a Center and considered by most at that time as the toughest man in Pro Football.

Well they clashed and all the smart money was on Turner to clean Clyde Mac's clock. Well in short order Turner was on the floor in a heap and Clyde was crowned the toughest Clyde in Chicago. True? I don't know. But that is the story that was told to me. I knew Clyde well and he was one tough guy.

Michelle
January 6, 2007
Clyde McCullough was my great uncle. I have few memories of him although, the ones I do have are very precious. He was a kind, gentle and loving man. I was scared to death of him I remember. Meeting a celebrity and all back then.

He was just an average everyday family member when he visited us in Nashville though. My son has a baseball that he gave to me which I in turned passed onto him. I also have a framed picture of him in his Cubs uniform with his stats and his autograph. It has a certificate of Authenticity with it also. It was taken in his younger days though.

He was my grandfather's brother and out of all of them he lived the longest. My grandfather died when I was 5 and Uncle Clyde died when I was a teen. The funeral (which I did not attend) from what I hear was beautiful. Aunt Ann was a very sweet LADY and let me tell you she was a lady. My family misses him and knows that he is in a better place now. God Bless and keep you Unc, we love you. Michelle

William Benton McCullough
October 20, 2007
I was born in 1940 and my daddy was Samuel L. McCullough. Sammy had two brothers, Hershal, Nolly. His youngest brother was Clyde McCullough. In those years Clyde was a catcher for the Cubs. I remember when I was about 6 my whole family went to Chicago and I watched him hit two home runs in the same game and another was hit to the vine fence.

I know he later went to the Pirates and then was a super scout for the Mets. He then was a coach in the International Leage. He was the coach of the year several years in a row. Clyde then went to the San Diego Padres and was the yooky coach and the bench coach. There is a bronze of him on the dugout wall.

Clyde died while there and the team paid for the funeral. They paid for the whole family to go to Norfork, Va. All expenses travel, hotel and food. The team bought Anne, Clyde's wife, a new Caddy. I have very good thoughts for that team. I think that no other team would have.

I loved my uncle SO much and I will always miss him.

Cliff McWilliams
November 21, 2007
In 1963 and 1964 I played for the Auburn Mets under Clyde McCullough. It was a time in my baseball life I will always remember. Clyde took me under his wing because I was also a catcher. I have been entertaining friends for many years with my "Clyde" stories. He was a one of a kind person.

As an 18-year-old catcher I was in awe of Clyde and always wanted to make him proud of me, but in one game he was not too proud of me. We were in the last inning with the winning run on third base and Clyde called time out and instructed us to walk the next batter. Unfortunately for me I let the fourth pitch hit off my glove and the winning run scored on the passed ball. I felt so bad and was the last person to take a shower that night. When I went into the shower there was Clyde and I knew he was not happy. He looked at me and proceeded to start throwing soap bars at me saying that we could win a game if I had a f-ing catcher that could catch. I never had another passed ball the rest of the year.

Love ya Clyde and I will never forget you.

kim mccullough
April 20, 2009
Clyde McCullough was my grandaddy. I miss him. I brought him to show and tell once at Hermitage Elementary in Virginia Beach.

William Benton McCullough Sr.
August 18, 2009
I have read accounts that Clyde McCullough could not read or write. Clyde was my Daddy's brother. My Daddy was named Samuel L. McCullough and I am William B. McCullough Sr. and I know that Clyde graduated from Hume Fog High School and was in the Navy for two years during the war. He got to the rank of Chief Petty Officer and he could not have done either without knowing how to read or write.

Kevin C. Delahanty, MD
May 13, 2010
Just finished reading a novel wherein Clyde McCullough is mentioned! It's titled "Every Shape, Every Shadow. A Novel of Guadalcanal" by Roger Conlee. The protagonist is daydreaming while sailing to Guadalcanal and, to pass the time, tried to imagine the line-up of his favorite team, the Cubs. Mr. McCullough is mentioned as the catcher.

Cool.

Barbara Ann Jernigan-Helton
August 9, 2010
Clyde McCullough was my grandfather. His son (step), David A Jernigan Jr. is my father. I knew my granddaddy was a ballplayer, played for and coached some awsome teams. To us, however, he was simply "granddaddy". I loved going to Norfolk on summer/Christmas break; seeing him and my Grandma Ann. He would let me sit beside him tucked under one of those massive arms and watch baseball with him as he cussed the screen and told hours of stories. I was in awe! He played a fierce game of cards too. He and my Nannie would sit around the table and play for hours. He loved the game and he loved his family equally. I love all these posts and memories; I think it's great he was so loved and respected by others.

steve
October 19, 2011
"I don't understand it, damn it Clyde, every time you play me I get three hits! I got three hits again last night and I'm riding the pine tonight? What the hell's going on?"

"You get three hits every time I play you right?"

"Uh ... I guess so."

"WELL ALL RIGHT THEN!!! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE!"

What a guy he was! Tough and lovable all in one! No way to beat that logic. Love ya, Clyde!

clyde randall mccullough sr. [randy]]
December 15, 2011
Clyde was my namesake. My daddy was his older brother Sammy.

I remember he visited us and we would go to Norfolk at the old place then Virginia Beach when I was small. He always wanted me to sit with him or in his lap when I was real little. I loved him so much. He always brought me something when he visited.

I was 16 the last time I saw him and believe it or not I backed into his new Grand Prix on my way out to school. I thought I was dead. My dad got mad but Uncle Clyde shook his head put his arm around me and told me, "Honey, don't let this ruin your day. It ain't gonna ruin mine." I felt so bad. I talked to him many times after that. He always would gig me about the car and laugh like hell.

I was proud he got to see my oldest son before he died and of course he said, "That boy is a lefty. He'll be good at ball." I know my Aunt Ann loved him so much. I MISS YOU UNCLE








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