Later Years
Mullin continued as a winner and a workhorse in 1910 and 1911, with records of 21–12 and 18–10.
On April 20, 1912, Mullin was given the honor of pitching the first game at the new Navin Field, beating the Indians 6–5 in 11 innings. Mullin won his own game with an RBI single.
On May 21, 1912, Mullin shut out the Washington Senators, earning his 200th career win—a 2–0 pitching duel with Walter Johnson.
And on July 4, 1912 (Mullin's 32nd birthday), he pitched the first no-hitter in Detroit Tigers history, as Mullin helped himself with 3 hits and 2 RBIs in the game.
In 1913, Mullin got off to a shaky 1–6 start, and he was sold to the Washington Senators on May 17, 1913. That season he also pitched four games for the Montreal Royals in the International League (records).
In 1914, Mullin jumped to the newly formed Federal League and played for the Indianapolis Hoosiers. He enjoyed a one-year revival pitching for the Hoosiers in his home state of Indiana. His 2.70 ERA was among the Federal League leaders, and he also hit .312 with a .404 on base percentage and 21 RBIs in 77 at bats.
In 1915, the Hoosiers moved east and became the Newark Pepper, and Mullin played in only five games. His last major league game was with the Pepper on May 23, 1915. At least for that season he continued to work in the industry, pitching for Chester, Pennsylvania in the semiprofessional Delaware County League.
Mullin died in 1944 at age 63 in Wabash, Indiana. He was posthumously inducted into the Michigan Sports Hall of Fame in 1962.
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