"This could be a great work of fiction. The damndest thing is it’s all fact.” - Michael Farber, Sports Illustrated
It was a time of Prohibition, jazz, and gangland murder, and it was baseball’s age of magic, when even Hall of Fame players believed that rubbing the hump of a hunchback guaranteed a hit.
Broken and deformed by a childhood fall from a seesaw, Hughie McLoon never grew taller than forty-nine inches but he made himself one of the lucky ones. He was chosen as the batboy and mascot of the Philadelphia Athletics. Although the team finished last in each of the three seasons that the A’s rubbed his hump and Hughie tended their bats, he became a local celebrity. He loved the crowds and they loved him back.

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