On Wednesday afternoon, baseball legend Greg Maddux was named as a 2014 inductee into the Baseball Hall of Fame. Everyone knows the numbers, but I have uncovered some amazing stories that highlight the personality of this true pitching genius.

I spent last evening and the better part of this morning reading article, after article, after article about Greg Maddux. Most of them are standard cookie-cutter pieces highlighting his statistics on the field, but for every 10 boring articles there is one gem that contains actual stories about Maddux the person.

Most true geniuses are quirky...Greg Maddux is no exception. He wasn't always forthcoming with the media, so many of these stories come from second-hand accounts that are quickly becoming part of baseball lore.

"Maddux was convinced no hitter could tell the speed of a pitch with
any meaningful accuracy. To demonstrate, he pointed at a road a
quarter-mile away and said it was impossible to tell if a car was going
55, 65 or 75 mph unless there was another car nearby to offer a point of

“You just can’t do it,” he said. Sometimes hitters can
pick up differences in spin. They can identify pitches if there are
different releases points or if a curveball starts with an upward hump
as it leaves the pitcher’s hand. But if a pitcher can change speeds,
every hitter is helpless, limited by human vision.

“Except,” Maddux said, “for that [expletive] Tony Gwynn.”

of this inherent ineradicable flaw in hitters, Maddux’s main goal was
to “make all of my pitches look like a column of milk coming toward home
plate.” Every pitch should look as close to every other as possible,
all part of that “column of milk.” He honed the same release point, the
same look, to all his pitches, so there was less way to know its speed —
like fastball 92 mph, slider 84, changeup 76."

Same column by Thomas Boswell:

"One day he pitched alone on an empty field except for his catcher.
I’ve never seen a pitcher use an entire empty field for practice. And I
have never seen one show much emotion in a supposedly meaningless
practice period.

With no one to distract him, Maddux concentrated
like an actual game. He might throw a dozen pitches and show nothing.
But on the next, if he missed his spot badly, he would rip the air with a
curse, his head snapping with the violence of his yell. Always the same
word, like a gunshot; perhaps it hurt his throat, like self-punishment.
But in a second, he was calm.

The final pitching product was one
of the most elegant, intelligent and fierce self-creations in American
sports. Maddux left hitters with an “I-am-stupid, kick-me” sign on their

Tim Brown - Yahoo!

"Eddie Perez caught 832 1/3 innings from Maddux, by far the most of
any catcher, all with the Atlanta Braves. He caught Maddux's final Cy
Young season, which capped a four-year era in which Maddux was 75-29
with a 1.98 ERA. His strikeout-to-walk ratio was 7. And early on, when
Perez was learning the big-league game, Maddux called nearly every pitch
from the mound.

"Now I can talk about it," Perez said Tuesday.

Perez returned the ball to the mound, he said, Maddux would designate
the next pitch by the way he caught the ball, or the way he held his
right hand, or touched his cap. And Perez would follow along. It went on
like that for months, until Perez decided he knew the opposing hitters –
and Maddux – well enough to take over.

"I got it," he told Maddux one afternoon. "Let me call tonight's game."

Maddux nodded and went along with it, shaking off Perez only two or three times. They won the game. Perez was elated.

"How'd I do?" Perez asked proudly.

Maddux looked up at Perez and said, "Those two or three? That's too much."

Newsweek - The Artistry of Mr. Maddux

"One year in spring training, facing a Met who had hit him hard the
previous season, Maddux told teammates he would throw dinky sliders to
encourage the Met to hit a home run. Maddux figured that hitters
remember, and subsequently look for, what they crush. The Met
homered--then, always looking for the same pitch, went hitless against
Maddux in the regular season.

Leading 8-0 in a regular-season game
against the Astros, Maddux threw what he had said he would never throw
to Jeff Bagwell--a fastball in. Bagwell did what Maddux wanted him to
do: he homered. So two weeks later, when Maddux was facing Bagwell in a
close game, Bagwell was looking for a fastball in, and Maddux fanned him
on a change-up away.

Sports Illustrated's Tom Verducci collects
such stories demonstrating Maddux's knowledge of hitters. Four times in
one season, Maddux, while in the dugout, warned the man sitting next to
him that the batter would line a foul into the dugout. Three times the
batter did. Another time Maddux said on the bench: "Watch this. The
first-base coach may be going to the hospital." The batter lined the
next pitch off the coach's chest. Once with runners on second and third
and two outs, Maddux's manager suggested an intentional walk. "Don't
worry," said Maddux, explaining that on the third of his next pitches
the batter would pop out foul to third. Maddux was wrong: The pop was a
few feet fair."

Barstool Chicago

"nothing embodies Greg Maddux quite like my all-time personal
favorite, and this one comes from a buddy who was with the Padres in
spring training at the time… Maddux is slated to pitch a few innings in
an inter-squad game a few weeks into spring training, and whoever is
supposed to catch is out with an injury so they bring up some minor
leaguer for the game. Catcher goes up to Maddux before they start
warming up and asks him, “What do you throw?” Maddux replied, “Strikes.”
The catcher laughed and asked him again. Maddux responded, “Wait you
mean you’re going to try and call a game for me? Forget it kid. Just
pick a spot, put your glove up, and I’ll throw a strike there.” Maddux
proceeds to throw three scoreless with no wild pitches or passed balls
despite the catcher NOT KNOWING WHAT WAS COMING. On his way back to the
clubhouse the catcher stopped Maddux and the following exchange ensued:

Catcher: Great job man

Maddux: Yeah arm feels pretty good

Catcher: When’s the last time you threw?

Maddux:  Game 3

Catcher: Oh in the simulated games last week?

Maddux: What in the f*** are you talking about simulated games?

Catcher: You said game 3

Maddux: Yeah. Of the National League Division Series. Last year. Game 3.

Catcher: seriously?

Maddux: Offseason rookie. Get some golf clubs and learn to love it.

Simply does not get more big league than that."

These are all awesome accounts of a legendary genius. I have always been a huge fan of Greg Maddux and there is really only one way to end this little tribute...