In addition to being a County road overseer, Frank Tracy loved baseball, managing teams frequently.
Eagle Valley Enterprise, July 29, 1920 p.1: "Frank Tracy had a dream the other night that he died and descended to Hades in a balloon (that is where all good baseball managers go). He duly arrived at his destination. After introducing himself and shaking hands with old Nick, the latter, as a preliminary to starting the conversation, to to break the ice, said politely: 'Pretty hot down here.' 'Oh, hell, no,' replied Frank; 'this is cool; you ought to be in Eagle about two o'clock in the afternoon. I'm thinking of telephoning for my blankets and overcoat.' Just then Dr. Green's cow moowed [sic.] for her calf and Frank woke up."
[submitted by John J. Flynn, Jr.]
