This is sad, but it reminds me of an interesting family anecdote my grandfather used to tell me whenever the subject of baseball came up. His father (my great-grandfather) supposedly got into a fight with Monte Irvin and a bunch of his teammates in a restaurant in New Jersey sometime in the 1930's. According to family lore, my great-grandfather was upset at the Newark Negro League team for losing a game that he had bet money on and started an argument, which turned into a full-on brawl. Mostly due to the fact that my great-grandfather chose to start this argument in a restaurant not generally frequented by white people.
Now, I have no idea whether this is true or not, but it's been a big part of Edinger family lore for a long time, so I kind of hope it is, if only because I can say that a bunch of guys in the baseball hall of fame once beat up my great-grandfather.
Fun note: My grandfather usually ended this story by saying something along the lines of "but my dad was a dumb racist and a s***** gambler, so he deserved every bit of it".