There had never been anyone like him so everything he did was eye-popping in general, but what he did in 1921 has stood the test of time as one of the greatest seasons by any player in any year. Max Morris finally had a season in which he both played right field regularly and avoided injury and boy-oh-boy did he have a season for the ages. He won a Triple Crown but did it with eye-popping, record-setting numbers: a .411 average, 53 home runs, 149 RBIs, 153 runs scored and 121 walks. He had a .511 on-base percentage and a .785 slugging percentage (he had 32 doubles & 13 triples for a total of 456 total bases). And his team, naturally, won the pennant again.

Max Morris produced a second-straight Triple Crown season and Powell Slocum continued to astound with another .400 season but both Morris and Slocum played for teams that didn't factor into the 1922 pennant races. And while the Federal Association race was a great one, the Continental's was not and that was because the biggest story of the season was the Chicago Cougars.

By the end of the 1923 season Powell Slocum was generally acknowledged as the greatest hitter in the nearly 50-year history of professional baseball. He was 37 years old, a 15-time batting champion, three-time World champion and was also known as a good leader on and off the field (although he was known to have a bit of a temper at times). When longtime manager Walter Love retired at the end of the 1920 season, Slocum found himself playing for another manager for the first time since joining the Clippers in 1905. He didn't mesh well with Davey Kincaid who was much more of a tactical manager than Love had been. By the end of the '23 season, which saw him post his worst average ever (a still respectable .320) and with the team falling into seventh place, Slocum decided he wanted out - going directly to owner Oscar Jones with his demand for a trade. Jones refused but Slocum threatened to retire, so the owner acquiesced. Kincaid found a good deal with Brooklyn - who had just won the pennant and fit Slocum's desire to both remain in the Continental (where he knew all the pitchers) and go to a contending club. Baltimore received SS Jesse Moore and RF Dick Hand while Brooklyn received Slocum, P Phil Miller and SS Jack Van Landingham. Slocum was happy and things looked promising for the Ragland Ripper. But that wouldn't last.

For baseball fans in the nation's capital, the 1922 season had been a thrilling ride with their hometown Eagles claiming the first pennant in nearly a decade, but it ended on a sour note when Washington was crushed under the heels of the Chicago Cougars. So 1923 represented a brand-new chance at the ultimate prize - a world championship. And the Eagles did repeat as Federal champs and found themselves with a World Series foe that few had expected to reach the championship series (much as few had given the Eagles a chance the year before). 

If there's one competitor no athlete can defeat, it's Father Time. The old guy with the hourglass catches everyone eventually. He got Zebulon Banks, Allan Allen and now he was coming for Powell Slocum. Slocum's fielding skills had eroded to the point that even he (as the Brooklyn Kings' manager) had to admit that he couldn't really hack it as an everyday right fielder any longer. So he worked out at first base in spring training - and he also worked a deal to ship RF Huck Monahan to the Gothams (to be fair they did get 3B Hal Lucas back and the hot corner was a weakness for the Kings). But he discovered that not only was his foot speed largely gone, but so was his bat speed. Sure, he could get by on his incredible bat control skills, acumen and encyclopedic knowledge of the opposing pitchers. But his time as the best hitter in the world was done. Max Morris probably wore that crown now, but even he was now facing challenges from a new generation of highly-talented players.