Birth date: Aug 21, 1952 Death date: Jan 24, 2025
Richard Lee Knox, known by the name "Baseball", of Cambridge, MD passed away suddenly at his home on January 24, 2025 at the age of 72. He was born in Cambridge, MD on August 21, 1952 to the late Charles and Thelma Miller Knox. Read Obituary
Good guy and friend who will be missed. Enjoyed talking about baseball and all sports at all the local watering holes. RIP
Tim Hurley
My deepest sympathies go out to “Baseball’s” family - I can hardly believe this sad news. I have been friends with Baseball since high school (Class of 1970) and we shared some great times back in the day along with many other close friends as we took Cambridge and East New Market by storm. We often laughed that I was 10-days older than him being born in August (11th) as well. His dry sense of humor was always a big hit and he could tell a story about almost anything. I hope he is enjoying his 10oz Bud in heaven - he will truly be missed here on earth. Vaya Con Dios my friend!
RIP Baseball
Thank you for always being a friend.
We were best of friends for over 50 years. After the sad news from Patti (his sister) on Friday morning, I just started thinking of all the fun times, jokes, sports, and great hunting times we had through those many years. We had a "library full" of good times. "Thank God" for memories that last and last. Miss you already! Freddie Hughes
Baseball, I wish I could have one more Saturday with you.
Baseball is a legend in Cambridge. My mother went to school with Baseball. My father drank with Baseball back in the 70's and 80's. Then, for many years, I hung out with Baseball and crew most every weekend at the local watering holes. He always called me Zeb-luki ( Salukis are my alma mater's mascot). The typical routine every Saturday was: start at Snappers, then walk to High Spot, Leaky Pete's, and finally Canvasback. I, like most others who knew him well, have enough Baseball stories to write a book . There was nothing phony about Baseball - what you saw is what you got. Besides being a great drinking buddy, he was an exceptionally skilled carpenter. Rest easy old friend.
He always called me little tank commander because I was in the army. Never saw him drink anything but a 10 oz Budweiser and he always had a story and a smile . He will be missed.
