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buldog5151bass
Kibble, milkbones, and P Basses. And redheads.
Hey, Bulldog!
The current Jeopardy champion is a Vintage Base Ball player!
1860s, 1870s...
Pretty cool, eh?!?
Ready for some Living Room Baseball...when the kids get here to spend NYE.
Where would ya rather be?
The current Jeopardy champion is a Vintage Base Ball player!
1860s, 1870s...
Pretty cool, eh?!?
Ready for some Living Room Baseball...when the kids get here to spend NYE.
Where would ya rather be?
buldog5151bass
Kibble, milkbones, and P Basses. And redheads.
Hey, Bulldog!
The current Jeopardy champion is a Vintage Base Ball player!
1860s, 1870s...
Pretty cool, eh?!?
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Ready for some Living Room Baseball...when the kids get here to spend NYE.
Where would ya rather be?
I have a larger version of that table top game - a cross between baseball and pinball.
You made my day! And the truth hurts. They don't have the lovable loser qualities that the Cubs had. They just suck. But this year is the year they win it all. Seriously. They are in first right now! How could anybody doubt they are an unstoppable force? It's clear! It's truth! It's the Mariners year!
Plus, the hometown football teams are all done and out, college football is down to the SEC bowl which I absolutely, positively won't pay attention to, and the only thing left for me to hope for in the NFL is a rapid exit from the playoffs for Smarmy Tom Brady and the Patriots. Then it's nap time until spring training.
buldog5151bass
Kibble, milkbones, and P Basses. And redheads.
Since we are in the depths of the off-season (and the col), I figured it was story telling time, for memories of special times from baseball.
I started taking my son to Mets game from the time when he was so young, he didn't need a separate ticket. For years, he would only last a few innings before getting bored, and I would end up walking around the upper Deck with him to keep him occupied (ice cream didn't hurt either). I was afraid that he might not enjoy it as I did, and that we might not bond together going to games as I had with my father (he wasn't a fan, but we went to several games each year).
Then he hit 7 years, and like I did, went baseball crazy. Over the next decade, he collected baseball cards, studied its history, and played each spring, summer, and fall. The last decade of my father's life, we went out to visit him each year, and either went to spring training, or a game - I have some great photos of the three generations together at the park.
Anyone else?
I started taking my son to Mets game from the time when he was so young, he didn't need a separate ticket. For years, he would only last a few innings before getting bored, and I would end up walking around the upper Deck with him to keep him occupied (ice cream didn't hurt either). I was afraid that he might not enjoy it as I did, and that we might not bond together going to games as I had with my father (he wasn't a fan, but we went to several games each year).
Then he hit 7 years, and like I did, went baseball crazy. Over the next decade, he collected baseball cards, studied its history, and played each spring, summer, and fall. The last decade of my father's life, we went out to visit him each year, and either went to spring training, or a game - I have some great photos of the three generations together at the park.
Anyone else?
I didn't grow up as a dedicated baseball fan. It was around, and I enjoyed going to see the Columbus Clippers. The Big Red Machine was in its heyday in the mid '70s when I was a teenager, and I enjoyed following them. But, I wasn't dyed in the wool. Mostly because I have the coordination of a deer in the headlights when it comes to things like hitting or catching a baseball. My body and wiring were made for sports that reward a bad attitude and high threshold of pain.
Fast forward a few years. I was 20 and working in Norway. The International Herald Tribune had box scores for baseball games, and that became really important to me. Until the baseball strike of that year. I would walk into town on a weekly basis, because that paper didn't come out more than once a week, if I remember right. Then I would check to see if there were box scores to read. It was a religious ritual almost. When the strike was over, I was delighted, and have been a baseball fan ever since.
Fast forward a few more years. When my son was about two, I bought a 20 game set of tickets to see the Mariners. The first few games were great. Then something flipped in his head, and he freaked out at the noise in the Kingdome. So, I spent most of those 20 games hanging onto a terrified toddler out in the concourse, watching the games on TV or just staying home. About another year later, he had completely got over his fear of the place, and couldn't wait to get to games. He has the coordination for baseball and was really good at it as a kid. He was four or five when the Mariners had their Refuse to Lose season in 1995. He got completely caught up in it. We went to one game early, and he got an autographed baseball from Heathcliff Sloakam (spelling?). I think he still has that baseball somewhere. He almost got mobbed by others at the rail, but Sloakam saw him and made sure he got his ball signed and that the ball got back to him. That guy wasn't the greatest pitcher ever, but he stood out in my mind as a great human after that.
Another few years later, I was invited to a corporate function in a luxury box during a game. I took my son, and we confounded the other guests by sitting by the rail, keeping score, and discussing how to score different plays. Nobody else knew what we were doing or why. We had a blast. In the mean time, we went to lots of Mariners games, I saw him play baseball for many years, until he decided he was a musician instead of a baseball player. I'm now officially a Mariners fan for pretty much ever. I think he may be, too. We keep scheming about how to get him back to Seattle for a game or two during the summer, or maybe for me to get to LA when the Mariners are in town there.
It's baseball, and that's how it's supposed to work.
Fast forward a few years. I was 20 and working in Norway. The International Herald Tribune had box scores for baseball games, and that became really important to me. Until the baseball strike of that year. I would walk into town on a weekly basis, because that paper didn't come out more than once a week, if I remember right. Then I would check to see if there were box scores to read. It was a religious ritual almost. When the strike was over, I was delighted, and have been a baseball fan ever since.
Fast forward a few more years. When my son was about two, I bought a 20 game set of tickets to see the Mariners. The first few games were great. Then something flipped in his head, and he freaked out at the noise in the Kingdome. So, I spent most of those 20 games hanging onto a terrified toddler out in the concourse, watching the games on TV or just staying home. About another year later, he had completely got over his fear of the place, and couldn't wait to get to games. He has the coordination for baseball and was really good at it as a kid. He was four or five when the Mariners had their Refuse to Lose season in 1995. He got completely caught up in it. We went to one game early, and he got an autographed baseball from Heathcliff Sloakam (spelling?). I think he still has that baseball somewhere. He almost got mobbed by others at the rail, but Sloakam saw him and made sure he got his ball signed and that the ball got back to him. That guy wasn't the greatest pitcher ever, but he stood out in my mind as a great human after that.
Another few years later, I was invited to a corporate function in a luxury box during a game. I took my son, and we confounded the other guests by sitting by the rail, keeping score, and discussing how to score different plays. Nobody else knew what we were doing or why. We had a blast. In the mean time, we went to lots of Mariners games, I saw him play baseball for many years, until he decided he was a musician instead of a baseball player. I'm now officially a Mariners fan for pretty much ever. I think he may be, too. We keep scheming about how to get him back to Seattle for a game or two during the summer, or maybe for me to get to LA when the Mariners are in town there.
It's baseball, and that's how it's supposed to work.
I was born in The Bronx...on the northern rim of Harlem...in 1955.
I was too late to see the Mick at the height of his powers, but I remember well Mick, the 1st baseman, puking on his shoes during the National Anthem...but that’s a sad story for another time.
My father emigrated from Ireland in 1948.
He got here in time to live the Great Yankee teams of that era...The Yankee Clipper...Mick’s Triple Crown...Yogi wearing all 10 rings at one time! Those were heady times for a farm boy from 10 miles west of Dundalk!
He knew it was exciting, but he wasn’t exactly sure why. So, as so many immigrants before him had, he bought the Blue Book Of The Rules Of Baseball. (That’s what he called it.) It was always within easy reach when I was was growing up in The City.
We could walk to Yankee Stadium from our first-floor apartment on Anderson Avenue...and we did.
By the time I was old enough to remember, my Mom, my Da, my sister (who is Still just 51 weeks younger than me), and I would toddle our way down the hill, past the school building where I attended kindergarten, across the parking lots, and a baseball diamond that seemed to me to be right in the middle of traffic, and purchase four cheap seats.
Later in his short life my father had no time for such diversions...he was too busy making money.
One night, the cheap seats we bought were in the upper deck.
I can still smell the popcorn...I was sitting between my Mom & Da, and my sister was sitting on my mother’s lap. The crowd...such as it was...sent up a Big Roar, and I couldn’t figure out why. I asked my Da about it and he answered “Sure, Tommy, look who’s coming up to bat!”
I looked and looked at the batter...I got nuthin’.
“Sure, look and see what number he’s wearin’.”
Nothing...Nada...Zero...
and he reaches over my shoulder and whispers into my mother’s ear...”Sure, Kathleen, the boy needs glasses!” as if his world was tumbling down around him.
I was 5.
The batter wore 7.
I was too late to see the Mick at the height of his powers, but I remember well Mick, the 1st baseman, puking on his shoes during the National Anthem...but that’s a sad story for another time.
My father emigrated from Ireland in 1948.
He got here in time to live the Great Yankee teams of that era...The Yankee Clipper...Mick’s Triple Crown...Yogi wearing all 10 rings at one time! Those were heady times for a farm boy from 10 miles west of Dundalk!
He knew it was exciting, but he wasn’t exactly sure why. So, as so many immigrants before him had, he bought the Blue Book Of The Rules Of Baseball. (That’s what he called it.) It was always within easy reach when I was was growing up in The City.
We could walk to Yankee Stadium from our first-floor apartment on Anderson Avenue...and we did.
By the time I was old enough to remember, my Mom, my Da, my sister (who is Still just 51 weeks younger than me), and I would toddle our way down the hill, past the school building where I attended kindergarten, across the parking lots, and a baseball diamond that seemed to me to be right in the middle of traffic, and purchase four cheap seats.
Later in his short life my father had no time for such diversions...he was too busy making money.
One night, the cheap seats we bought were in the upper deck.
I can still smell the popcorn...I was sitting between my Mom & Da, and my sister was sitting on my mother’s lap. The crowd...such as it was...sent up a Big Roar, and I couldn’t figure out why. I asked my Da about it and he answered “Sure, Tommy, look who’s coming up to bat!”
I looked and looked at the batter...I got nuthin’.
“Sure, look and see what number he’s wearin’.”
Nothing...Nada...Zero...
and he reaches over my shoulder and whispers into my mother’s ear...”Sure, Kathleen, the boy needs glasses!” as if his world was tumbling down around him.
I was 5.
The batter wore 7.
This story is confusing: MLB agent fired; reportedly filmed showers
Why are players using the shower of their agent?
Agent: Hey, thanks for coming over. Would you like to take a shower? I have towels.
-Mike
Why are players using the shower of their agent?
Agent: Hey, thanks for coming over. Would you like to take a shower? I have towels.
-Mike
Sad day for Pirates fans as Andrew McCutchen is traded to the Giants.
I sure hope they got some quality players for Andrew instead of the pile of nothing they got for Cole.
I will also cheer for the Giants now. Andrew is a good guy. I know my uncle back home in PA is really going to miss watching him play at PNC for Pirate home games.
Shaking my head at ESPN. They bring on Tim Kurkjian, their MLB insider to comment on the Giants now that they have McCutchen. I quote Tim...
'well, they're going to be way better.'
Gee really Tim? Is that the hard hitting MLB insider info I tune in for?
-Mike
I sure hope they got some quality players for Andrew instead of the pile of nothing they got for Cole.
I will also cheer for the Giants now. Andrew is a good guy. I know my uncle back home in PA is really going to miss watching him play at PNC for Pirate home games.
Shaking my head at ESPN. They bring on Tim Kurkjian, their MLB insider to comment on the Giants now that they have McCutchen. I quote Tim...
'well, they're going to be way better.'
Gee really Tim? Is that the hard hitting MLB insider info I tune in for?
-Mike
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‘Cutch played hard for the Bucs EVERY day, back when they were laying the foundation for the team they were 2 or 3 years ago.
I think the window’s closed on them now.
I saw him play at PNC Park...the prettiest park in Baseball... his rookie season...’09, ‘10?... I thought ‘This kid might be a Hall Of Famer!’
So fast, so smooth... beautiful, compact swing (for a kid)
Great smile, Cool hair!
He’s 30ish?
His best years may still be out in front of him...That would be saying a lot.
If he can do for the Giants what he’s done for the Bucs, SF got a helluva deal, and I have No idea who they gave up for him.
He’ll always be a Pirate in my mind.
I think the window’s closed on them now.
I saw him play at PNC Park...the prettiest park in Baseball... his rookie season...’09, ‘10?... I thought ‘This kid might be a Hall Of Famer!’
So fast, so smooth... beautiful, compact swing (for a kid)
Great smile, Cool hair!
He’s 30ish?
His best years may still be out in front of him...That would be saying a lot.
If he can do for the Giants what he’s done for the Bucs, SF got a helluva deal, and I have No idea who they gave up for him.
He’ll always be a Pirate in my mind.
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buldog5151bass
Kibble, milkbones, and P Basses. And redheads.
I think the Bucs decided it's not worth it, between the Cubs and the Cards. There is no middle class in the MLB. There are haves and have nots.
‘Cutch played hard for the Bucs EVERY day, back when they were laying the foundation for the team they were 2 or 3 years ago.
I think the window’s closed on them now.
I saw him play at PNC Park...the prettiest park in Baseball... his rookie season...’09, ‘10?... I thought ‘This kid might be a Hall Of Famer!’
So fast, so smooth, beautiful, compact swing (for a kid)
Great smile, Cool hair!
He’s 30ish?
His best years may still be out in front of him...That would be saying a lot.
If he can do for the Giants what he’s done for the Bucs, SF got a helluva deal, and I have No idea who they gave up for him.
He’ll always be a Pirate in my mind.
Andrew is 31.
They moved him out of CF last season in favor of a younger guy. Some stat showed he was the worst CF in all of MLB in 2016. Has he lost a step? Perhaps, but I think he has good years left.
This is full on rebuild mode for the Pirates. As much as it hurts to see it happen, as a Pirates fan I am happy to be in this position. They gave fans a fun run 2013-15, but now that ride is over and time to get a new one going.
The Pirates could still be the team never threatening to be good, trading away guys just because they couldn't afford them with no real effort to be competitive.
-Mike
I hate to see cutch go, he really put the pirates back on the map. But it makes sense to trade him, the pirates can't pay him $14.5 mil and then let him go for nothing. Same with Gerrit Cole, the bucs got a good return and I think a change of scenery will do Cole some good.
buldog5151bass
Kibble, milkbones, and P Basses. And redheads.
I think the NFL's hard salary cap (and the fact that there is enough money so all teams spend to it) shows the difference. New teams in the playoffs every year, and teams generally do not spend years in the basement. Basketball is an outlier, since the rosters are so small, a player or two is all you need.
The Mariners are poised for another thrilling season of mediocrity. It's their year, they are going for it all. A .500 season! Wait, we already had that excitement 20 years ago. This year it's the World Series. Sorry, got carried away and forgot. Plus, the Mariners' offseason moves have a way of doing that.
Cutch is a class act, and a hell of a ball player. If he was traded to any other team, I would hope he has a tremendous year and shuts up all those who have written him off as too old. As a life-long Dodgers fan, I can't bring myself to say nice things about the Giants.
