My friend Martin's mother was a cousin of Medwick's. Martin was working as a realtor showing an older guy rentals in Boston. The guy was new in town, so Martin asked where he was from, and he said was from St. Louis. He had grown up and spent his whole life in a neighborhood near Sportsman's Park.
"Oh," Martin said, "I had a relative who played for Cardinals at Sportsman's Park."
"Really? Who?"
"Joe Medwick."
"YOU'RE RELATED TO DUCKY MEDWICK?! DUCKY MEDWICK WAS MY HERO!!"
"Wow, yeah. To be honest, I never spoke to him. He died when I was young."
"I spoke to him once."
"Really? What did he say?"
"I said, 'Hey, Ducky, can I have your autograph?' and he said, 'Fuck you, Kid.'"