Orval Grove (1919–1992) was an American pitcher in Major League
Baseball who played for ten seasons in the American League with the
Chicago White Sox. In 207 career games, Grove pitched 1,176 innings and
posted a win–loss record of 63–73, with 66 complete games, 11 shutouts,
and a 3.78 earned run average (ERA). The only freshman on the Proviso
East High School varsity baseball team, Grove's pitching ability
attracted the attention of the White Sox. After signing with the team
in 1937, Grove moved between the major leagues and minor leagues for a
few seasons until 1943. Grove had a career-year in 1943, finishing the
season with career-bests in ERA, wins, and complete games; in 1944, he
made his only All-Star appearance. Grove spent four more full seasons
with the White Sox, and after pitching one game in 1949, was sent to
the Sacramento Solons of the Pacific Coast League. After playing four
seasons with them, he formally retired from professional baseball.
After retirement, he worked with his uncle in a trucking business in
Chicago while continuing to pitch at the semi-pro level. (more...)
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