For you non-terrorist Christians, the Advent season has begun, and it being December One, I have officially begun listening to Christmas music (which started technically at 12:01 last night with the Mary J. Blige Christmas album — which is AWESOME). In honor of the season, today’s random baseball conversation kicks off with a nod to the most holiday player in MLB history until Feliz Neftaliball became a gift-giving phenomenon bringing hits to happy batters from so many teams. Ahem. Anyway, today, we recognize catcher Steve Christmas.
Christmas is from Florida — oh, the irony (Check me, ‘burgie.) — and he served his college time in Oklahoma, which makes him like the anti-Santa and fits perfectly with the realism of ’70’s dramas. As you can see from his card, he was with the Reds (the “W” must stand for “winter” or something), and as he only played 24 games over three years in the majors, posting negative WAR, he clearly was not making the green. Unfortunately, the year he played on the Reds, Pete Rose was with the Phillies, so we have no pictures of them standing together in the dugout immortalized as “Christmas Rose.” History is all about missed opportunities, y’all.
Speaking of which, what kind of parents with the family name “Christmas” dubs their son “Steve”??? Isn’t it a law he has to be named “Chris” (or Kris? or Khris? or Crys?)? “Jesus” would be funny, but “Steve”? Some people aren’t trying hard enough. And, if his teammates didn’t call him “Catch Christmas,” there is shame to go all around.
Uh, anywhooo, talk about baseball.