We’ll switch things around a bit and begin with letters.
That’s an impressive list. Well done. Marion Aldridge
The compilation certainly opens our eyes to legends the media can build despite the truth. Wouldn’t worry too much about McCarver; most media guys aren’t too comfortable when the truth stares back at them. Good job. Thomas Perry
Very well done, failure is many times the road to future success. This is a baseball equivalent to disease research. Larry and Nancy Backus.
Have you included Dick? The son of “Gorgeous George” fared poorly in 1950. After winning the final contest of the regular season with a 3-run homer off the Dodgers, he scratched out but one hit against the Yankees. Dr. Bob Reising
(I had to draw a line somewhere, and I decided Dick wasn’t famous enough. He went 1-for -17. John)
The New Champ – er, Chump
(You’re right. Thome made it eight times; we got all eight but failed to total them, so he is actually the all-leader. We apologize to Prince Fielder and Matt Holliday, who had only six. Jim’s record:
Baseball is a TEAM GAME, and thus one or two players can have occasional shortcoming and their team can still win the game.
I am befuddled by all the “stats” people come up with… Percentage of first-pitch strikes; balls put into play; balls hit to the opposite field. Possibly the worst are how fast the pitch was, what velocity it left the bat, how high it flew, what its arc was, and how far the outfielder ran to catch it. Stats take away enjoyment of the game!!!
All I need to know are batting average, home runs and RBIs. Runs scored is useless. For example, Batter A gets four singles in four at-bats, but is erased at second base each time, but Batter B is driven home by Batter C or D all four times. He scored four runs. So what?? The RBIs are more important!
(If A had not gotten on, B would have been out, and there would have been no runners to score. See our post on “Assists.” John)
When is a terrorist a “terrorist?”
I completely agree. There are far more killings by people who were raised “Christian” than by those who were raised “Muslim.” Few, if any, political candidates (even staunch liberals) would dare say this. (Paul Haas)
Outside the Stadium –
It’s a Big World
America has the 7th Fleet, unlimited bombers, a million-man army, and an awesome arsenal of A-bombs. We burned about 100,000 people to death in one night in 1945 in Tokyo.
Yet when one young woman and man with two guns kill 14 people, our politicians dive under desks, cowering and screaming hysterically.
What happened to the Home of the Brave?
I believe it’s still here. More later.
Tis the Season
With Bob Uecker
I was born in Illinois on the way home from Chicago. My dad pulled off into an exit area. An exit light was shining down, and there were three truck drivers there. I was wrapped in swaddling clothes and laid in the back of a ’34 Chevy.
The first thing my dad ever bought me was a football. We tried to pass it and kick it, but we couldn’t do it. Finally, a nice neighbor came over and put some air in it.
My first sport was 8th-grade basketball. My dad couldn’t afford to buy me a supporter, so my mother made me one out of a flour sack. The guy guarding me knew everywhere I was going, because little specks of flour kept dropping out. And right down the front it said, “Pillsbury’s Best.”
I signed a modest contract for $3,000 with the Braves. My old man had a hard time scraping up that kind of money. The signing took place in a popular restaurant. We pull into the parking lot next to the Braves’ automobile, and my dad screws up right away. He tries to roll the window up, and our try falls off, and all the food is on the ground.
Everybody remembers their first game in the major leagues. Everyone’s pointing at me and laughing. Birdie Tebbetts, our manager, asked me if I was nervous.
I said, “No, I’m raring to go, why?”
He said, “Oh nothing, but the rest of us up here wear the supporter on the inside.”
I set records that will never be equaled. 90% of them I hope are never printed.
One manager said, “Grab a bat and go up there and stop this rally”
But I helped the 1964 Cardinals win the pennant. Bing Devine, the general manager, asked me if I would do the team a favor. “We’d like to inject you with hepatitis. We need to bring an infielder up.”
My kids used to aggravate me. I’d take them to a game and they’d want to come home with a different player. One of my friends came to see me. He knocked on the door, said, “Does Bob Uecker live here?” My son says, “Yes, bring him in.”
My two boys are just like me. In their Little League championship, one struck out three times. The other one made an error that let the winning run. As we walked through the parking lot, people were throwing eggs and rotten stuff at us. Gosh, I was proud.
In Philadelphia one time, about four a.m. I got stopped and fined $475. The 75 was for speeding. The 400 was for playing with the Phillies.
I never got many awards as a player, but one time the Phils had a day off for me.
Paul Richards, the Braves’ general manager, told me he wanted to make me a coach for the following season. He said I would be coaching second base.
That’s when my career started as a broadcaster. My portion of the broadcast was used to jam Radio Moscow.
I’ve been asked about women writers in the clubhouse and do they peek? Of course they do. Just check their writing. How else can you explain capital letters in the middle of a word?