The Legend of Lewis

"He was built like a beer keg, and not entirely unfamiliar with its contents." So goes one sports scribe's description of Lewis Robert "Hack" Wilson. Blue collar to the core, Hack rose up from the troubled beginnings of absentee parents and a steeltown environment to become one of baseball's brightest stars of the Roaring Twenties. His 1930 season stands as one of the greatest ever by a batsman. Yet in the blink of an eye, and the bottom of a bottle, it was all over. Hack Wilson lived hard and died young. But before he shuffled off this mortal coil, Hack gave baseball fans everywhere plenty of memories that deserve to be preserved. That is the goal of this website. is a site dedicated to all things Hack. A full-length biography is currently under development. For now, please enjoy the pages dedicated to his photos, collectibles, statistics and quotes. is the creation of baseball historian, sports memorabilia collector and loyal Cubs fan Brad Wackerlin, creator of,, and other baseball websites. It is not endorsed by MLB.

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"Old Hack"
- Poem by an anonymous Cubs fan, published in 1931 after Hack's last game with Chicago

Aye, tear our tattered hero down!
Long has he been on high,
And many an eye has danced to see
His homers split the sky.

Around him rang the grandstand's shouts
And burst the bleachers' roar -
The pudgy one's terrific drives
Shall sweep the clouds no more.

He had a splendid record
Which topped his every foe,
But "Freedom's" price was very high
So now our Hack must go.

But whether he knocked a homer
Or whether he weakly fanned,
He always showed us what he had,
So give the boy a hand.