Personal
Chance preached moderation in socializing, including avoiding alcohol. He was a disciplinarian. Chance fined his players for shaking hands with members of the opposing team, and forced Solly Hofman to delay his wedding until after the baseball season, lest marriage impair his abilities on the playing field.
During the baseball offseasons, Chance worked as a prizefighter. James J. Corbett and John L. Sullivan, among the best fighters of the era, both considered Chance "the greatest amateur brawler of all time."
Chance owned a ranch in Glendora, California, which he sold prior to becoming manager of the Red Sox.
Chance died at age 48. He was survived by his mother and sister. Chance was interred in the Angelus-Rosedale Cemetery, Los Angeles, California. His death was greatly mourned, and his funeral received widespread publicity in Los Angeles and Chicago. Among his pallbearers were Barney Oldfield, noted race car driver and close friend, and good friend John Powers. His estate was $170,000.
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