Come for the baseball, stay for the leprosy.
(Trust me, there will be leprosy.)
Arlie Pond, 19th-century pitcher, meets all of the unfussy criteria of my “12 Things” series – quirky name that doesn’t come around much anymore; a mess of time-worn obscurity; and a backstory that’s weird, but, and this is important, ultimately honorable.
Do my “12 Things” players come bearing a prom-date bouquet of interesting?
They never disappoint.
Sure, sometimes they give too much. What am I supposed to do with all this?
Today I’m going to squeeze into my skinny jeans of storytelling so I can get all things Arlie Pond into 12 tidy snack bites.
Let’s begin.
1. Easy Stuff First.
Erasmus Arlington Pond was born in 1873 in Saugus, Massachusetts, just north of Boston.
But his family moved to Rutland, Vermont early in his life and Vermont embraces him as their own (and so shall we). He was named for an uncle who was a doctor, and his father sold medical equipment. (Remember this. It will be on the test.)



















