This Date in New Yawk Mets’ History 12/21

December 20, 2021 at 9:20 pm (Baseball, Comfortably Zoned, This Date in New Yawk Mets' History)

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Bob Sheppard, A Truely Great Voice Silenced

July 15, 2010 at 2:37 pm (Baseball, Life & Death)

What a sound!! Bob Sheppard was the best Public Address Announcer, ever. His voice will forever be in my head.

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Say Hey, It’s Willie’s Boithday

May 6, 2010 at 12:48 am (Baseball, New York Giants)

Legendary Hall O’ Famer Willie Mays turns 79 today. Many more, 24, you’re the best alive.











Here’s a link to some more pictures of Willie.

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Oakland A’s… The Thinking Man’s Team

December 20, 2009 at 5:51 pm (Baseball, Unzipped Thoughts)

My love/hate relationship with the A’s of [currently] Oakland, goes back many a year. I can’t say they haven’t given me food for thought. Example #5,675: Why would the [prepetually, it seems,] rebuilding team think of signing this man?…

… He’s 30 year old Coco Crisp. Not only has he already taken a King’s ransom from the game [likely to affect his motivation]. but unless there’s a deal in the woiks for some power, signing him would impeed the progress of the Sweenys Davises, Taylors and Hairstons in the organ-I-zation.

Once again, WTF, Billy Beane?

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Too Early For Fantasy/Roto Baseball?

December 13, 2009 at 3:34 pm (Baseball, Fantasy Baseball)

Not for me. I’ve joined a keeper league, consisting of crazed fanatics [like my dear old self] who think Baseball 24/7… MUCH FUN!!

Here’s one “expert’s” top 200 I copped from the internet:

1 Albert Pujols STL 1B 30 1
2 Hanley Ramirez FLA SS 26 3
3 Ryan Braun MIL OF 26 7
4 Alex Rodriguez NYY 3B 34 65
5 Carl Crawford TB OF 28 5
6 Prince Fielder MIL 1B 25 14
7 Tim Lincecum SF SP 25 4
8 Chase Utley PHI 2B 31 25
9 Miguel Cabrera DET 1B 26 20
10 Matt Kemp LAD OF 25 11
11 Mark Teixeira NYY 1B 29 29
12 Ryan Howard PHI 1B 30 19
13 Roy Halladay TOR SP 32 15
14 David Wright NYM 3B 27 64
15 Evan Longoria TB 3B 24 50
16 Felix Hernandez SEA SP 23 8
17 Troy Tulowitzki COL SS 25 24
18 Ian Kinsler TEX 2B 27 48
19 Matt Holliday F.A. OF 30 26
20 Joe Mauer MIN C 26 17
21 Jacoby Ellsbury BOS OF 26 6
22 Zack Greinke KC SP 26 2
23 Jose Reyes NYM SS 26 594
24 Justin Upton ARI OF 22 45
25 CC Sabathia NYY SP 29 22
26 Grady Sizemore CLE OF 27 225
27 Derek Jeter NYY SS 35 10
28 Adrian Gonzalez SD 1B 27 75
29 Dan Haren ARI SP 29 12
30 Robinson Cano NYY 2B 27 40
31 Justin Morneau MIN 1B 28 111
32 Aaron Hill TOR 2B 28 39
33 Ichiro Suzuki SEA OF 36 21
34 Nick Markakis BAL OF 26 88
35 Jason Bay F.A. OF 31 38
36 Brian Roberts BAL 2B 32 43
37 Pablo Sandoval SF 1B/3B 23 51
38 Johan Santana NYM SP 31 93
39 Jimmy Rollins PHI SS 31 87
40 Dustin Pedroia BOS 2B 26 60
41 Joey Votto CIN 1B 26 72
42 Ryan Zimmerman WAS 3B 25 53
43 Victor Martinez BOS C/1B 31 77
44 Mark Reynolds ARI 1B/3B 26 23
45 Justin Verlander DET SP 27 18
46 Adam Wainwright STL SP 28 16
47 Manny Ramirez LAD OF 37 233
48 Brandon Phillips CIN 2B 28 67
49 Brian McCann ATL C 26 153
50 Kevin Youkilis BOS 1B/3B 31 57
51 Mariano Rivera NYY RP 40 30
52 Josh Hamilton TEX OF 28 345
53 Joe Nathan MIN RP 35 27
54 Chris Carpenter STL SP 34 13
55 Jayson Werth PHI OF 30 36
56 Kendry Morales LAA 1B 26 46
57 B.J. Upton TB OF 25 117
58 Adam Dunn WAS 1B/OF 30 98
59 Chone Figgins F.A. 3B 32 33
60 Cliff Lee PHI SP 31 63
61 Adam Jones BAL OF 24 148
62 Carlos Lee HOU OF 33 83
63 Andre Ethier LAD OF 27 84
64 Jon Lester BOS SP 26 54
65 Bobby Abreu LAA OF 36 31
66 Jonathan Papelbon BOS RP 29 74
67 Matt Cain SF SP 25 42
68 Javier Vazquez ATL SP 33 9
69 Jonathan Broxton LAD RP 25 28
70 Curtis Granderson DET OF 29 106
71 Adam Lind TOR OF 26 35
72 Jason Bartlett TB SS 30 34
73 Lance Berkman HOU 1B 34 138
74 Yovani Gallardo MIL SP 24 103
75 Josh Johnson FLA SP 26 41
76 Shane Victorino PHI OF 29 79
77 Billy Butler KC 1B 23 104
78 Carlos Quentin CHW OF 27 369
79 Francisco Rodriguez NYM RP 28 119
80 Carlos Beltran NYM OF 32 203
81 Josh Beckett BOS SP 29 61
82 Clayton Kershaw LAD SP 22 89
83 Joakim Soria KC RP 25 109
84 Shin-Soo Choo CLE OF 27 55
85 Aramis Ramirez CHC 3B 31 228
86 Tommy Hanson ATL SP 23 113
87 Torii Hunter LAA OF 34 69
88 Ricky Nolasco FLA SP 27 169
89 Heath Bell SD RP 32 52
90 Ben Zobrist TB 2B/OF 28 47
91 Nelson Cruz TEX OF 29 90
92 Derrek Lee CHC 1B 34 44
93 Cole Hamels PHI SP 26 180
94 Raul Ibanez PHI OF 37 95
95 Jorge Posada NYY C 38 199
96 Vladimir Guerrero F.A. DH 34 254
97 Michael Young TEX 3B 33 80
98 John Lackey F.A. SP 31 152
99 Jose Lopez SEA 2B 26 145
100 Hunter Pence HOU OF 26 100
101 Ubaldo Jimenez COL SP 26 62
102 Nate McLouth ATL OF 28 124
103 Ian Stewart COL 2B/3B 24 252
104 Carlos Pena TB 1B 31 135
105 Matt Wieters BAL C 23 418
106 Michael Bourn HOU OF 27 32
107 Brian Fuentes LAA RP 34 114
108 Jair Jurrjens ATL SP 24 49
109 Francisco Cordero CIN RP 34 97
110 Carlos Marmol CHC RP 27 269
111 Nyjer Morgan WAS OF 29 76
112 Brian Wilson SF RP 28 68
113 Jason Kubel MIN OF 27 92
114 Jay Bruce CIN OF 22 392
115 Andrew McCutchen PIT OF 23 125
116 Alexei Ramirez CHW SS 28 157
117 Michael Cuddyer MIN 1B/OF 31 85
118 Huston Street COL RP 26 73
119 Chad Billingsley LAD SP 25 139
120 Howie Kendrick LAA 2B 26 212
121 Brad Hawpe COL OF 30 127
122 Gordon Beckham CHW 3B 23 263
123 Russell Martin LAD C 27 360
124 Yunel Escobar ATL SS 27 118
125 Alfonso Soriano CHC OF 34 301
126 Alex Rios CHW OF 29 182
127 A.J. Burnett NYY SP 33 151
128 Andrew Bailey OAK RP 25 37
129 Jake Peavy CHW SP 28 174
130 Johnny Damon F.A. OF 36 78
131 Elvis Andrus TEX SS 21 160
132 Denard Span MIN OF 26 66
133 Jered Weaver LAA SP 27 81
134 John Danks CHW SP 24 115
135 Jose Valverde F.A. RP 31 126
136 Wandy Rodriguez HOU SP 31 56
137 Trevor Hoffman MIL RP 42 70
138 Scott Baker MIN SP 28 108
139 Matt Garza TB SP 26 136
140 James Shields TB SP 28 170
141 David Ortiz BOS DH 34 223
142 Rafael Soriano ATL RP 30 102
143 Chipper Jones ATL 3B 37 222
144 Carlos Gonzalez COL OF 24 253
145 Brandon Webb ARI SP 30 888
146 Dan Uggla FLA 2B 30 186
147 Stephen Drew ARI SS 27 290
148 Asdrubal Cabrera CLE 2B/SS 24 110
149 Bobby Jenks CHW RP 29 187
150 David Aardsma SEA RP 28 71
151 Kurt Suzuki OAK C 26 168
152 Nick Swisher NYY 1B/OF 29 198
153 Phil Hughes NYY RP 23 173
154 Juan Rivera LAA OF 31 129
155 Frank Francisco TEX RP 30 196
156 David Price TB SP 24 289
157 Erick Aybar LAA SS 26 150
158 Tim Hudson ATL SP 34 576
159 Mike Napoli LAA C 28 256
160 Hideki Matsui F.A. DH 35 164
161 Roy Oswalt HOU SP 32 194
162 Todd Helton COL 1B 36 99
163 Brett Anderson OAK SP 22 165
164 Vernon Wells TOR OF 31 172
165 Max Scherzer ARI SP 25 197
166 Adam LaRoche F.A. 1B 30 146
167 Geovany Soto CHC C 27 739
168 James Loney LAD 1B 25 158
169 Brad Lidge PHI RP 33 468
170 Mark DeRosa F.A. 3B/OF 35 229
171 Jorge Cantu FLA 1B/3B 28 143
172 Carlos Zambrano CHC SP 28 204
173 Edwin Jackson DET SP 26 101
174 Miguel Tejada F.A. SS 35 94
175 Ryan Franklin STL RP 37 86
176 Ryan Theriot CHC SS 30 147
177 Felipe Lopez F.A. 2B 29 132
178 Orlando Cabrera F.A. SS 35 140
179 Ted Lilly CHC SP 34 58
180 Jermaine Dye F.A. OF 36 219
181 Matt Capps PIT RP 26 336
182 Franklin Gutierrez SEA OF 27 107
183 Adrian Beltre F.A. 3B 30 325
184 Chad Qualls ARI RP 31 208
185 Miguel Montero ARI C 26 235
186 J.A. Happ PHI SP/RP 27 105
187 Ryan Dempster CHC SP 32 116
188 Rick Porcello DET SP 21 205
189 Ryan Ludwick STL OF 31 183
190 Paul Konerko CHW 1B 34 131
191 Ervin Santana LAA SP 27 452
192 Mark Buehrle CHW SP 31 144
193 Placido Polanco F.A. 2B 34 181
194 Clay Buchholz BOS SP 25 379
195 J.P. Howell TB RP 26 142
196 Joba Chamberlain NYY SP/RP 24 408
197 Daisuke Matsuzaka BOS SP 29 938
198 Randy Wolf F.A. SP 33 59
199 Derek Lowe ATL SP 36 335
200 Gavin Floyd CHW SP 27 121

* Age is as of April 1, 2010.

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Happy Birthday, Stash

November 21, 2009 at 11:58 am (Baseball)

Stan Musial turns 89 today.. I came accross a terrific article about “The Man,” written by Joe Posnanski of the KC Star:


Stan Musial never got thrown out of a game. Never. Think about this for a
moment. Musial played in 3,026 games in his career, or about as many as
his contemporaries Joe DiMaggio and Johnny Pesky played combined. He played
across different American eras – he played in the big leagues before bombs
fell on Pearl Harbor, and he retired a few weeks before Kennedy was shot.
He played when Jimmy Dorsey and Glenn Miller ruled the Top 40 charts, and
he played when Elvis was thin, and he played when Chubby Checker twisted.
He played before television, and after John Glenn orbited the earth. And
he never once got thrown out of a baseball game.

There was this game, in ’52, that year the Today Show came to television
and the Diary of Anne Frank was published, and Musial’s Cardinals trailed
the Brooklyn Dodgers by two runs in the ninth. The bases were loaded. There
were two outs. Musial faced pitcher Ben Wade. The two battled briefly, and
then Musial connected – a long home run to right field. Grand slam.
Everyone in the stadium stood and cheered wildly – what could be bigger, a
grand slam in the ninth to beat the hated Dodgers – and Musial started to
run around the bases in his own inimitable way, not too fast, not too
slow, all class.

And it wasn’t until he rounded first and was closing in on second that
everyone seemed to notice at once that the third base umpire was holding up
his arms. A ball had rolled on the field just before the pitch. The umpire
had called timeout. Home plate umpire Tom Gorman realized he had no choice.
He disallowed the home run. The stadium went black. The fans went mad. St.
Louis manager Solly Hemus raced out the dugout, got into Gorman’s face and
called him every name he could think of – finally Gorman had no choice and
threw him out of the game. Peanuts Lowery came in like a tag-team wrestler
and picked up where Solly left off – Gorman tossed him too. Before it was
done, Gorman threw out six Cardinals. He felt like a cowboy in one of
those old Westerns clearing out the saloon, throwing out people through
plate glass windows.

And then Musial, who in the confusion had not been told anything, walked
over to Gorman. He calmly asked, “What happened Tom? It didn’t count, huh?”
Gorman nodded sadly and said the third base umpire had called timeout.
“Well, Tom,” Musial said, “there’s nothing you can do about it.” Stan
Musial stepped back in the box while fists shook and boos and threats
echoed around him. He promptly tripled off the top of the center field
wall to score three runs and give the Cardinals the victory anyway. “Stan,”
Tom Gorman said after the game ended, “is in a class by himself.”
Stan Musial grew up in Donora, Pa., during the Depression. They were a
family of eight in a five-room house. In Donora, the smoke and fumes from
the zinc factory mushroomed so thick and poisonous that no vegetation could
grow on the hill. That barren, brown hillside was a constant reminder that
the air was killing them. Stan’s father, a Polish immigrant, worked in that
factory and, not too many years after Stan started playing ball, died from
the fumes.

Not that a tough childhood explains everything. Still, there was
something about Stan Musial that did not let him forget Donora, did not
allow him to change – “I’m so lucky,” he used to say every day, more than
once every day, so many times that people would roll their eyes. But that
seems to be how he felt, every day, lucky. Harry Caray, who of course first
gained his fame calling Cardinals games on KMOX, would tell the story of a
beaten down Musial going hitless in a Sunday doubleheader. The heat was
unbearable that day – hell could not be much hotter than that St. Louis
summer day – and after the game Musial walked gingerly to his car. He
looked beaten down. He looked beaten up. Musial never seemed to think of
baseball as a job, but a daytime doubleheader in St. Louis might be the
closest thing.

“Watch this,” Caray said to a friend as they watched the scene, and sure
enough when Musial got to the car, there were a hundred kids waiting for
him and an autograph. Stan leaned against his hot car and signed every one.

Folks like to say that people have changed. I don’t see that exactly. The
world has changed. Technology has changed. Movie and ticket prices have
changed. Gas prices have changed,. Many of the rules have changed – the
reserve clause is gone, Title IX is in place, they let people swear on
cable TV, airplanes and restaurants won’t let you smoke and you can no
longer hold your infant in your lap in the front seat of your car.
But people? I don’t know. I get a little queasy when I hear old time
ballplayers talk about how none of them would have used performance
enhancing drugs, and a littlequeasier when I hear old-time politicians talk
about how they always reached across the aisle. You will still hear a lot
of people romanticizing America in the 1950s. Those people tend to look a
lot alike. Still, it’s probably fair to say that there was something unique
about the time that produced Stan Musial. Maybe in those days people
treasured that thing they used to call class. Maybe they expected their
singers to be dressed in tuxedos, maybe they admired strong and silent
types, maybe they liked football players who did not celebrate their own
touchdowns or boxers who spoke quietly, maybe they wanted their children to
believe in a world where baseball players drank milk and said “golly” and
married their high school sweetheart.

It seems to me that the quintessential hero today is Josh Hamilton,
left-handed power, supremely gifted, fallen from grace, back from the
depths, crushing home runs and driving in runners while covered in tattoos
that represent a time he regrets. That’s a story for our time, a story
about a lost soul redeemed, and it touches our 21st Century hearts.
Musial is from his time. Friends say he drank privately, though very
little, yet Stan the Man could not allow anyone to see him at less than his
best. He often said his biggest regret was that he did not go to college.
And, yes, he married Lil, his high school sweetheart, on his 19th birthday,
almost 70 years ago. He wanted to be a role model. He seemed to need to
feel like he was giving kids someone to respect. That, as much as anything,
drove him.

Teammates had a standing wager on how many times he would use the word
“Wonderful” in any given day. They usually guessed low. He was terrified
of making speeches (this, friends say, is why he started playing the
harmonica in public) and yet he almost never turned down a speaking
engagement. He played in great pain, but nobody ever caught him running
half-speed. When he felt like his skills had diminished, he asked for and
received a pay cut.

Joe Black used to tell a story – he was pitching against the Cardinals,
and as usual the taunts were racial. “Don’t worry Stan,” someone in the
Cardinals dugout shouted, “with that dark background on the mound you
shouldn’t have any problem hitting the ball.” Musial kicked at the dirt,
and faced Black like he had not heard anything. But after the game, Black
was in the clubhouse, and suddenly he looked up and there was Stan Musial.
“I’m sorry that happened,” Musial whispered. “But don’t you worry about it.
You’re a great pitcher. You will win a lot of games.”

Chuck Connors, the Rifleman, used to tell a story – he was a struggling
hitter for the Chicago Cubs in 1951. He asked teammates what he should do.
They all told him the same thing: The only guy who can save you is Musial.
So Connors went to Musial and asked for his help. Musial spent 30 minutes
at the cage with an opposing player. “I was a bum of a hitter just not cut
out for the majors,” Connors said. “But I will never forget Stan’s
kindness. When he was finished watching me cut away at the ball, Stan
slapped me on the back and told me to keep swinging.”

Ed Mickelson only got 37 at-bats in the Big Leagues, but he has a story
too. Musial invited him to dinner – he was always doing that stuff – and
there Mickelson explained that he felt so nervous playing ball, that he
could hardly perform. Musial leaned over and said quietly, “Me too, kid! Me
too. When you stop feeling nervous, it’s time to quit.”

Well, there are countless stories like that, stories about Musial’s
common decency and the way he could make anyone around him feel like he was
worth a million bucks. “Musial treated me like I was the Pope,” Mickelson
said, and he was still in awe more than 50 years later.

Those were the emotions Musial inspired in his time. He was so beloved
in New York that the Mets held a “Stan Musial Day.” In Chicago, he once
finished first in a “favorite player” poll among Cubs fans, edging out
Ernie Banks. Bill Clinton and Brooks Robinson, growing up about an hour
apart in Arkansas, were inspired by him. Of course, it was mostly the
playing. Stan Musial banged out 3,630 hits even though he missed a year
for the war. He hit ..331 for his career, cracked 1,377 extra base hits
(only Hank Aaron and Barry Bonds have hit more), stretched out more than
900 doubles and triples (only Tris Speaker has more) and played in 24
All-Star Games. He had that quirky and unforgettable swing, that
peek-a-boo stance, and he probably inspired more famous quotes by pitchers
than any other hitter.

Preacher Roe (on how to pitch Musial): “I throw him four wide ones and
try to pick him off first base.” Carl Erskine (on how to pitch Musial):
“I’ve had pretty good success with Stan by throwing him my best pitch and
backing up third.” Warren Spahn: “Once he timed your fastball, your
infielders were in jeopardy.” Don Newcombe: “I could have rolled the ball
up there to Musial, and he would have pulled out a golf club and hit it
out.” And so on.

Maybe pitchers felt helpless because there seemed no way to pitch him, no
weaknesses in his swing – fastballs up, curveballs away, forkballs in the
dirt, he hit them all. In 1948, he had his most famous season, his season
for the ages, .376 average, 46 doubles, 18 triples, 39 home runs, 135 runs,
131 RBIs. And yet, the thing about Musial is that for more than 20 years he
was pretty much always like that. Four other times he hit better than
.350. Four other times he hit more than 46 doubles. He hit double digit
triples eight times in all, he hit 30-plus homers five times, he walked
more than twice as often as he struck out. I suspect Musial can never be
reflected in numbers because his resume is so diverse and elaborate – it’s
like Bob Costas said, he never did just one awesome thing, he never hit in
56 straight games, and he did not hit 500 home runs (never hit 40 in a
season), and he did not get 4,000 hits, and he did not hit .400 in any

He was, instead, present, always, seventeen times in the Top 5 in batting
average, sixteen times in the Top 5 in on-base percentage, thirteen times
in the Top 5 in slugging percentage, nine times the league leader in runs
created. To me, the best description of Musial through his stats is to say
that 16 times in his career Musial hit 30 or more doubles. It might not
make for a great movie, but it tells you that throughout his baseball life,
Stan Musial hit baseballs into gaps and ran hard out of the box.
Here’s the thing: A lot of baseball fans have forgotten Stan Musial.
Anyway, it seems like that. His name is rarely mentioned when people talk
about the greatest living players. He’s never had a best selling book
written about him. A few years ago, when baseball was picking its All
Century team, Stan Musial did not even receive enough votes to be listed
among the Top 10 outfielders. The Top 10. True, he did not play in New York
like the baseball icons, like Ruth and DiMaggio and Mantle and Koufax and
Mays. True, he did not break the home run record like Aaron, he did not
get banished from the game like Rose, he did not break barriers like
Jackie, he did not swear colorfully like Ted, he did not hit three homers
in a World Series game like Reggie, he did not glare like Gibson, he did
not throw like Clemente and he did not say funny and wise things like Yogi.
No, Musial just played hard and lived decently. He hit five home runs in a
doubleheader, and had five hits on five swings in a game. He hit line
drives right back at pitchers and then would go to the dugout after the
game to make sure those pitchers were all right.

He wasn’t perfect, of course, but he didn’t see the harm in letting
people believe in something. And maybe that sort of understated greatness
isn’t meant to be shouted from the rooftops. Maybe Musial is just meant to
be quietly appreciated. Every so often, even now, you can read an obituary
somewhere in America’s heartland, and you will read about someone who
“loved Stan Musial.” Every so often you will meet someone about 55 years
old named Stan, and you will know why.

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Mets Welcome Back Backman, Man [And Woman]…

November 18, 2009 at 1:13 pm (Baseball, New York Mets)

When last my beloved Mets were Champions [1986], their gritty sparkplug, Wally Backman manned 2nd base. His hustle, spirit, and determination were contributing factors that led to their success.

Well, here’s some news that is uplifting to me: The Mets announced in this article written by Marty Noble [perhaps the best beat writer evah] the return of Wally, as manager of their “High [no pun indended] A” Brooklyn Cyclones, New Yawk’s affiliate in the N.Y. Penn League. Kudos to them for adding Backman to the list of ’86 alims who are now in their employ. They can use all the “back to the future” available.

Here’s a Topps Card of Wally Backman:

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A Reductionist’s View Of The 2009 New York Mets

November 2, 2009 at 12:59 pm (Baseball, New York Mets)


The season hurt less than the previous two… by far! :-)

The owners don’t cheap out. The Wilpons have no trouble spending money.

Payroll is right up there with Boston. This year they went out and got F-Rod to replace Wagner, as an example.
Injuries give them a mulligan for 2009.
The problem is, baseball windows have a way of quickly closing.
Will Reyes and Wright be okay?
More importantly, will Zig be okay? After all…

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Jeff Nelson, Woild Serious Factor

October 29, 2009 at 9:23 am (Baseball, Fantasy Baseball)

Who is Jeff Nelson? Thanks for asking.

He’s a baseball umpire with a “small strikezone,” working behind the plate [chosen to work behind the plate] in game 2 of the 2009 World Series.

Of course the strikezone should be the same for every umpire, and when an individual umpire’s calls are consistently inconsistent, he should be repromanded. Maybe fined demoted, suspended, or fired… NOT GIVEN A PLUM ASSIGNMENT, BUD SELIG.

“Christ, the Commish is a moron,” you may thinking.

Wrong!!… at least in this instance.

MLB is deliberately not standardizing umpiring. Why? Because who’s umping behind the plate becomes a factor in prognosticating the odds and probabilities of any given game.

Baseball is  by doing everything possible to draw interest in itself through gambling [both legal, trough Fantasy/Roto, and illegal]. They know that betting is right up there with apple pie, in the hearts of we ‘mericans. Want proof? Check out the the NFL.

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Larry Jansen, Former New York Giants Pitcher, RIP

October 12, 2009 at 8:10 pm (Baseball, Life & Death, New York Giants)

Not only was Larry Jansen the winning pitcher in the famous ” Shot Hoid ‘Round Da Woild” game in 1951 [brought to you by Scottsman’s Productions, in association with Russ Hodges], but he was Alvin Dark’s pitching coach on the 1962 Giants. The team had, five years earlier, carpetbagged out west and no longer represented New York by then… but I digress.

I was saddened to read of his passing, at the age of 89, today.

By all accounts, Mr. Jansen was a terrific teammate and a fine man.

My deepest condolences to his friends and family.

larry jansen bowman

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