Ty Cobb visits San MateoTyrus Raymond Cobb the real great of the game was San Mateo’s baseball guest yesterday. He was introduced to the fans by Mayor —- R Cotton. He autographed baseballs and programs and he appeared to bare routed an ancient jinx as he watched the Blues autograph the game for themselves with a 7-4 win over Santa Cruz. About the only thing the great Georgia Peach declined to do San Mateo was bat out a few. The invitation was extended by Skipper Fitzgerald of the Blues an old friend. Even while he shook his head with a smile which seemed habitual Cobb said he thought he better not risk it.

Slick bottomed shoes he reminded Fitz. And I’ve been a long time out he said. A fellow loses his timing. Maybe I’d get up there and disappoint the kids. Thanks for the invitation but I better let the young fellows do it from now on.

So the verdict came from the Great Cobb himself. He is a little rounded, as a man of physical powers usually is, on retirement, but only Father Time could bench him. He has still the wedge-shaped body of the born athlete. He has the wiry underpinning and his movements are quick and alert. His eye is clear and fast. As he watches “the young fellows” doing now what he use to do better than any living man, he misses nothing that takes place on the diamond.

That quick eye roved over San Mateo’s famous little baseball park yesterday as he stepped from an official car at home plate Cobb saw it all in a flash an then his gaze fixed on one among the score of players warming up for the game.

It was on Gene Camozzi that the quick gaze of the Georgia Peach became fixed.

“Who’s that fellow?” he asked. “A local pitcher,” said somebody. “ Ye-ah, well, he’s played some ball besides around here,” pronounced Cobb. “That fellow knows how. See the weight come in behind the ball. That’s nice to see–when a man knows how, like that.”

– San Mateo Times, 1933