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Post by Admin on Apr 14, 2018 15:15:36 GMT -5
Use this thread to reminisce about favorite memories or current events ...
Here's my favorite ballplayer inspired Jazz tune ... Van Lingle Mungo (Johnny Pesky's in there)
VAN LINGLE MUNGO Words and music by Dave Frishberg
Heenie Majeski, Johnny Gee Eddie Joost, Johnny Pesky, Thornton Lee Danny Gardella Van Lingle Mungo Whitey Kurowski, Max Lanier Eddie Waitkus and Johnny Vandermeer Bob Estalella Van Lingle Mungo Augie Bergamo, Sigmund Jakucki Big Johnny Mize and Barney McCosky Hal Trosky Augie Galan and Pinky May Stan Hack and Frenchy Bordagaray Phil Cavaretta, George McQuinn Howie Pollett and Early Wynn Art Passarella Van Lingle Mungo John Antonelli, Ferris Fain Frankie Crosetti, Johnny Sain Harry Brecheen and Lou Boudreau Frankie Gustine and Claude Passeau Eddie Basinski Ernie Lombardi Hughie Mulcahy Van Lingle...Van Lingle Mungo
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Post by Admin on Apr 14, 2018 15:17:28 GMT -5
I'll start it off with one of my favorite memories of the 86' World Series ... Smokey Robinson's rendition of the National Anthem
I recommend turning up the audio to enjoy Sherm Feller's introduction to make you feel as though you are at the park live as it happened.
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Post by Admin on Apr 14, 2018 15:19:52 GMT -5
For Bill Monbouquette fans, here's an interview with him by long time Sports Announcer Bob Lobel ... talkin' no hitter, Early Winn, Dick Radatz, Tony C ... Paraphrasing the 13 minute mark mentioning Radatz and Pesky: " I told Pesky I would have played for free when I maxed out at $35K and Johnny said, You damn fool, you did!" Monbo hated to come out of a game and (at 25 min mark) would tell Radatz "you better get this guy for me or I'll kick your ass." Radatz would reply, "Get your ass into the clubhouse and crack me a Bud, I'll be right up!" Monbo was diagnosed with leukemia in 2008 and the Remains (Boston rock band) redid an old song commemorating Monbo with a good portion of the revenues going toward the Jimmy Fund. Here's a clip of the song > nesn-contributors.s3.amazonaws.com/cat/Monbo%20Time.mp3Lyrics: "Monbo Time" (Copyright 2010 by Vern Miller, Barry Tashian, Fred Cantor and David Levin) I remember the Citgo sign High above Kenmore Square The first time our dad Took us there Heading into Fenway In a sea of blue and red I still recall The words he said He said: Baby it’s Monbo Time Baby it’s Monbo Time Get ready for Monbo Time In 1967 The Impossible Dream With Yaz and Lonnie Oh baby what a team Then came Carbo’s homer And Pudge saved the day Ken Coleman and Ned Martin Gave the play by play Baby it’s Monbo Time Baby it’s Monbo Time Get ready for Monbo Time Pedro Martinez Really laid down the law With Manny, Papi and Schilling It was the greatest comeback of all Today we’re three generations Our kids have been to Fenway too Now they’re part of Red Sox Nation Like me and you Baby it’s Monbo Time Baby it’s Monbo Time Get ready for Monbo Time
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Post by Admin on Apr 14, 2018 15:27:27 GMT -5
Jack Buck Talks Baseball with Ted WIlliams and Joe DiMaggio
How bout Teddy Ballgame on Letterman ...
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Post by dfries13 on Apr 14, 2018 17:19:35 GMT -5
I was i school during the start of the Series they played day games back then so Monday thu Fri you missed the game.
Skipped school for the ist of many times not so sure that was a good thing.
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Post by dfries13 on Apr 14, 2018 17:29:50 GMT -5
Gems both great find.
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Post by Admin on Apr 14, 2018 18:45:10 GMT -5
I was i school during the start of the Series they played day games back then so Monday thu Fri you missed the game. Skipped school for the ist of many times not so sure that was a good thing. I remember watching the 67' series with my Austrian grandfather ... must have been a weekend game. Bob Gibson was pitching ... not sure if it was his 2nd or 3rd start vs the Sox but gramps was on the edge of his seat cursing Gibson up & down in German or Yittish ... Gibson was so overpowering and the Sox were doomed but that game peaked my interest and I was hooked on the Sox for good. Remembering Bob Gibson and the 1967 World Series:A 50th Anniversary By Bob Klapisch
An excerpt:
Following Sandy Koufax’s retirement in 1966, the kingdom belonged to Gibson. He proved it in the 1967 Fall Classic against the Boston Red Sox—arguably the greatest postseason performance of his or any generation. Gibson was voted the Series MVP by beating Boston three times in a seven-game showdown, throwing three complete games. With an ERA of 1.00 and 0.704 WHIP, including a strikeout an inning, the Red Sox never had a chance when the Series came down to a seventh and final game.
Gibson was facing Jim Lonborg, Boston’s ace right-hander who instilled confidence in Red Sox Nation. The local papers hopped along for the ride as well. “Lonborg and Champagne” is what the back-page headlines blared. But that was hardly fake news. The large-type message merely repeated a quote from Manager Dick Williams, who had answered a question about his Game 7 starter with: “Lonborg and champagne,” inadvertently revving the engine of the Cardinals’ revenge machine. They ambushed Lonborg for six earned runs on 10 hits in six innings, on the way to a 7–2 blowout. Gibson? He was his usual Terminator self, allowing just three hits, striking out 10, and otherwise making the Red Sox regret their arrogance. And just to make it clear who was really in charge, Gibson blasted a home run off Lonborg in the fifth inning.
Afterwards, in the clubhouse, the Cardinals partied loudly, shouting “Lonborg and champagne” over and over. It would be impossible to grasp the depth of the new world champs’ satisfaction without understanding how dominant Gibson had been throughout the Series. To think the Red Sox would actually prevail when the season was on the line? Against their bone crusher of an ace? The Cardinals considered it laughable.
It turns out Gibson blistered the Sox with his signature pitch, the slider that went screeching over the outside corner to right-handed hitters. His delivery was all arms and legs, like a beach chair unfolding on a windy day, making it impossible for the Sox to pick up the ball for the critical millisecond as it left his hand. The Sox never had a chance. Gibson’s vibe was that of total war from 60 feet, 6 inches.
“He could hit this sliver of air [on the outside corner] with his fastball or his slider with equal consistency, and he worked the opposite edge of the plate as well,” McCarver said. “He lived on the corners. He was an intimidating, arrogant-looking athlete. The arrogance he projected toward batters was fearsome.” www.thenationalpastimemuseum.com/article/remembering-bob-gibson-and-1967-world-series-50th-anniversary
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Post by dfries13 on Apr 14, 2018 23:19:38 GMT -5
Bob Gibson was the reason we didn't win.
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Post by hedleylamarr on Apr 15, 2018 11:55:02 GMT -5
I was at Game 6 of the 75 Series. Center field bleachers.
10 rows from Carbo's home run. Some guy two rows ahead kept yelling, "keep coming ball, keep coming ball...."
Four of the greatest moments I've ever witnessed, all in one game:' Freddy Lynn crashing into the wall in CF. Carbo's homer Dwight Evans catch and double play throw, from the bull pen in right. And, I seem to remember Mr. Fisk doing something later on that night............
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Post by hedleylamarr on Apr 15, 2018 11:57:26 GMT -5
I was i school during the start of the Series they played day games back then so Monday thu Fri you missed the game. Skipped school for the ist of many times not so sure that was a good thing. I remember watching the 67' series with my Austrian grandfather ... must have been a weekend game. Bob Gibson was pitching ... not sure if it was his 2nd or 3rd start vs the Sox but gramps was on the edge of his seat cursing Gibson up & down in German or Yittish ... Gibson was so overpowering and the Sox were doomed but that game peaked my interest and I was hooked on the Sox for good. Remembering Bob Gibson and the 1967 World Series:A 50th Anniversary By Bob Klapisch
An excerpt:
Following Sandy Koufax’s retirement in 1966, the kingdom belonged to Gibson. He proved it in the 1967 Fall Classic against the Boston Red Sox—arguably the greatest postseason performance of his or any generation. Gibson was voted the Series MVP by beating Boston three times in a seven-game showdown, throwing three complete games. With an ERA of 1.00 and 0.704 WHIP, including a strikeout an inning, the Red Sox never had a chance when the Series came down to a seventh and final game.
Gibson was facing Jim Lonborg, Boston’s ace right-hander who instilled confidence in Red Sox Nation. The local papers hopped along for the ride as well. “Lonborg and Champagne” is what the back-page headlines blared. But that was hardly fake news. The large-type message merely repeated a quote from Manager Dick Williams, who had answered a question about his Game 7 starter with: “Lonborg and champagne,” inadvertently revving the engine of the Cardinals’ revenge machine. They ambushed Lonborg for six earned runs on 10 hits in six innings, on the way to a 7–2 blowout. Gibson? He was his usual Terminator self, allowing just three hits, striking out 10, and otherwise making the Red Sox regret their arrogance. And just to make it clear who was really in charge, Gibson blasted a home run off Lonborg in the fifth inning.
Afterwards, in the clubhouse, the Cardinals partied loudly, shouting “Lonborg and champagne” over and over. It would be impossible to grasp the depth of the new world champs’ satisfaction without understanding how dominant Gibson had been throughout the Series. To think the Red Sox would actually prevail when the season was on the line? Against their bone crusher of an ace? The Cardinals considered it laughable.
It turns out Gibson blistered the Sox with his signature pitch, the slider that went screeching over the outside corner to right-handed hitters. His delivery was all arms and legs, like a beach chair unfolding on a windy day, making it impossible for the Sox to pick up the ball for the critical millisecond as it left his hand. The Sox never had a chance. Gibson’s vibe was that of total war from 60 feet, 6 inches.
“He could hit this sliver of air [on the outside corner] with his fastball or his slider with equal consistency, and he worked the opposite edge of the plate as well,” McCarver said. “He lived on the corners. He was an intimidating, arrogant-looking athlete. The arrogance he projected toward batters was fearsome.” www.thenationalpastimemuseum.com/article/remembering-bob-gibson-and-1967-world-series-50th-anniversaryI wish we never said that. Lonborg was pitching on two days rest (maybe 3). Later on I saw an interview, and even he said he knew we had no chance.
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Post by dfries13 on Apr 15, 2018 12:10:45 GMT -5
Yea Hedley Lonborg was tired as hell.
We didn't have any other choices..
Today's Sox are a lot deeper/
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Post by hedleylamarr on Apr 15, 2018 12:12:34 GMT -5
Perhaps a healthy Tony C would have helped. Loved him as a player.........then I found out about the dark side.....I was crushed
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Post by dfries13 on Apr 15, 2018 12:18:00 GMT -5
Yep a simple twist of fate could have been a deciding factor.
Gibson was at the top of his game however.
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Post by Admin on Apr 15, 2018 13:26:44 GMT -5
I was at Game 6 of the 75 Series. Center field bleachers. 10 rows from Carbo's home run. Some guy two rows ahead kept yelling, "keep coming ball, keep coming ball...." Four of the greatest moments I've ever witnessed, all in one game:' Freddy Lynn crashing into the wall in CF. Carbo's homerDwight Evans catch and double play throw, from the bull pen in right. And, I seem to remember Mr. Fisk doing something later on that night............ BERNIE! My college roommate and I called the Bernie shot and both of us were jumping on our beds so high we nearly broke them ... still think the Carbo homer was bigger than Fisk's.
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Post by hedleylamarr on Apr 15, 2018 18:43:22 GMT -5
I called Freddy's homer. Unfortunately, the only one who can verify this is my Mom, who attended the game with me. RIP
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Post by dfries13 on Apr 15, 2018 20:29:55 GMT -5
No one doubts your call Hedley im quite sure..
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Post by hedleylamarr on Apr 16, 2018 8:42:09 GMT -5
Trying to get tix for tomorrow's game in Anaheim. The GF isn't a huge sports fan, but she'll go if I get tickets. Price vs Ohtani.
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Post by dfries13 on Apr 16, 2018 9:09:10 GMT -5
You lucky man.
We have a baseball team here in Matagalpa my Attorney is a baseball fan so i will support the local team.
What's odd. I see at least 100 Sox Caps on the street everyday.
Life is good for a change and im a happy person. All this can end with one small mistake my Attorney told me yesterday so i just keep a low profile humble and quiet. Good Karma i help the street people every day with food and or a few cords for their needs.
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Post by dfries13 on Apr 16, 2018 9:10:17 GMT -5
Ohtani seems like he's headed to Hall of Fame already
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Post by Admin on Apr 16, 2018 10:22:37 GMT -5
Remember Catfish Hunter? I found this while looking for baseball tunes and never heard it ... pretty cool. catfish Bob DYLAN [rare] by mystralgagnant95300 Dylan and Jacques Levy co-wrote this ode to Jim “Catfish” Hunter in the mid-1970s, after the Oakland right-hander became baseball’s first big-money free agent and signed a lucrative deal with — who else? — the Yankees. The song wasn’t released until 1991, when it was boxed in the set "The Bootleg Series, Vols. 1-3 (Rare & Unreleased) 1961-1991." If Dylan disapproves of the Fish’s high pricetag, he never lets on. Instead, he plays it close to the chest: “Catfish, million-dollar-man / Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can.” Lazy stadium night Catfish on the mound. "Strike three," the empire said, Better have to go back and sit down.
Catfish, million-dollar-man, Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can.
Used to work on Mr. Finley's farm But the old man wouldn't pay So he packed his glove and took his arm An' one day he just ran away.
Catfish, million-dollar-man, Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can.
Come up where the Yankees are, Dress up in a pinstripe suit, Smoke a custom-made cigar, Wear an alligator boot.
Catfish, million-dollar-man, Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can.
Carolina born and bred, Love to hunt the little quail. Got a hundred-acre spread, Got some huntin' dogs for sale.
Catfish, million-dollar-man, Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can.
Reggie Jackson at the plate Seein' nothin' but the curve, Swing too early or too late Got to eat what Catfish serve.
Catfish, million-dollar-man, Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can.
Even Billy Martin grins When the Fish is in the game. Every season twenty wins Gonna make the Hall of Fame.
Catfish, million-dollar-man, Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can.
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Post by dfries13 on Apr 16, 2018 12:01:38 GMT -5
Im a Dylan fan seen him twice had to send two girls from Harrisonburg to sleep on the sidewalk to get 20 tickets out side Constitution Hall or DAR in DC what ever you prefer to call it.
I have never seen this. Maybe you should take up treasure hunting in your spare time.?
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Post by Employee8 on Apr 16, 2018 12:28:51 GMT -5
Ted & Tony talk hitting:
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Post by Employee8 on Apr 16, 2018 13:07:51 GMT -5
Fun with Bill Lee: Excerpts from an interview by Red Sox Nation ... RSN: Some of the notable things you said, and did, were as a member of "The Buffalo Heads." Tell us about that infamous group from the mid-1970s Red Sox. BL: Fergie Jenkins started it. I was an original member, as were Rick Wise, Jim Willoughby and Bernie Carbo. Carbo was the only non-pitcher. Allen Ripley joined in at one point — he was actually dating Darrell Johnson's daughter. Rick Krueger wanted to be a part of it, too. Don Zimmer, of course, played a big role in the whole thing. RSN: I've read somewhere that Dick Pole was involved. BL: He wasn't, as he was on his way out by then. I do, however, remember being on the back of the bus with him knowing his days with the team were numbered. I was blasting The Eagle's Already Gone on the tape deck, and he was singing along with it — lustily. Zimmer thought it was me, but it was Dick. RSN: Can you share a good Buffalo Heads story with us? BL: We went out the night before the last game of the season, once, and really had a time of it. I believe it was before Brooks Robinson's last game. Anyway, I remember Carbo was sleeping under the trainer's table, and Jenkins was asleep in the bullpen. I had run six miles that morning to get the poison out of my system, but I wasn't doing that great either. RSN: This was the next day? BL: Yes. So the game starts, and Mike Paxton gets roughed up in the first inning. The bullpen phone rings, and they want Jenkins up! Why that was, I'll never know. The guy's a future Hall of Famer and they want him up in a meaningless game on the last day of the season? Hell, we just let him sleep — had the bullpen coach say he wasn't there. I don't think that was a very popular move, but that's what happened. RSN: Let's talk about pitching, and pitchers. We'll start with Oil Can Boyd. BL: The Can! Man, he's a great story. As a matter of fact, if they ever do Satchel Paige's life story, Oil Can should play the lead role. He's Satchel, incarnate! I was sort of a left handed Paige, myself, but The Can was the real deal. RSN: I brought up Oil Can because he threw such a variety of pitches, and from a lot of different arm angles. Warren Spahn, meanwhile, said you only need two: the one the hitter's looking for, and the one he's not. Where do you fit in? BL: I know it's a cliché, but pitching is like real estate: location, location, location. That, and changing speeds. It takes guts and confidence to throw slow stuff over the plate, but you have to do it. Greg Maddux pitches like the Spahn quote. He gets hitters looking for one thing and freezes them with another. I think he looks at the plate differently than other pitchers. He looks at it in three-dimensions, with a spatial relationship. RSN: What did you throw, and how hard? BL: I could get as high as 90, but I was mostly around 86. I could be pinpoint at 85-86, so that's where I stayed most of the time. I threw a change and breaking ball, too. Sometimes a cutter off my fastball. My change was like a screwball. I threw a 12-to-6 curve, sort of like Barry Zito does now. And I knew enough to stay away from guys who were hot. RSN: Tell us about that. BL: There are times when you have to pitch around guys who are hitting everything. Derek Lowe, for instance, has the problem of not knowing when a hitter is dangerous. Sometimes you can't attack every hitter. You have to stay away from the guys who are hot. Of course, sometimes the whole team is hot and then you need to get lucky. I once saw Catfish Hunter give up seven consecutive fly-outs to the warning track.RSN: It sounds like you might be a believer in charts on hitters, more than pitching to your own strengths. BL: I believe you should know the hitters, but you should KNOW them — not have to rely on charts. That's one of the problems with baseball. There are too many academics and slide rule guys, and not enough baseball guys. Why use charts when you can use your mind? That's what your neurons are for.RSN: If you could have pitched in another era, which would it be? BL: For selfish reasons, this one. There's a lot more money, and I could retire on St. Maartens and swim naked every day. I like to scare the fish.RSN: And if it was a past era? BL: I'm reincarnated, so I've actually played in all of them already. I believe I used to be Iron Man McGinnity. I was Ed Delahanty, too. RSN: What about music? BL: I love good music. All kinds of music. Everything from Aaron Copland to Led Zeppelin. I love the blues, jazz, Hank Williams Jr. I like Hank Williams the 3rd, too. I've heard he's always shit-faced like his grandpa, but the songs are good. I like Little Feat, Warren Zevon. I listen to Carmina Burana when I need a pick-me-up. Don Henley is one of America's great poets. I listen to everything. RSN: Have you known many people in the music industry? BL: I used to hang out with Zevon. George Thorogood and I are friends. I knew the Eagles. I lived Hotel California! Back in the '70s I lived on the same street as Steve McQueen and Ali McGraw. Neil Young was there, too. Cheech Marin and I played basketball together. Trick-or-treating in that neighborhood was quite interesting! RSN: The one you gave up to Tony Perez in 1975 is well-documented, but what else is memorable about that game? I assume there were other pitches, and other plays, that stand out. BL: As for the pitch to Perez: I shouldn't have thrown it. But the double-play we didn't turn right before that was huge! (Don) Zimmer moved (Denny) Doyle, and that cost us. (Johnny) Bench had been going the other way against me, but you still have to have the second baseman in a position where he can turn two. That's what I remember. Bench played a big role in game two of the series, also. RSN: Tell us about that. BL: There's no way I should have faced him after the long rain delay. I came back out and he hit the double down the right-field line, which he said he was going to do! During the delay he was interviewed on National TV and told the reporter that he'd try to go the other way against me. And nobody who heard him say that thought it might be helpful to tell me?RSN: With the Democratic Convention going on right now, perhaps we should introduce politics into the conversation. Is there anything you'd like to say on that subject? BL: We get the government we deserve. It's kind of like a rabbit. Someone says, "Here comes a rabbit," and by the time you look it's gone. Mankind is just a blip on the screen. We're here now, but we're checking out soon. It's all solar energy versus oil, and then we're gone. www.baseball-almanac.com/players/bill_lee_interview.shtml
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Post by dfries13 on Apr 16, 2018 15:59:18 GMT -5
Bill Lee was my most liked Boston pitcher ever. What a find Boss.
One Reason. He was the most well spoken and the brightest. The green stuff on his cereal comment was about 30 years ahead of the times maybe more.
Lord knows lots of pitchers had better stuff and won a lot less games.
BL: We get the government we deserve. It's kind of like a rabbit. Someone says, "Here comes a rabbit," and by the time you look it's gone. Mankind is just a blip on the screen. We're here now, but we're checking out soon. It's all solar energy versus oil, and then we're gone.
Yes sir Yes sir Yes sir what an analysis by a genius .
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Post by hedleylamarr on Apr 17, 2018 11:22:29 GMT -5
Loved Bill Lee as well. Hated Mickey Rivers for pulling his arm out of its' socket in that fight. Then Rivers, the little bitch, got pissed that they threw batteries at him from the bleachers. He was a punk!
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