They Say It's Spring: Lounge LC Thread
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Oh man, I loved making the trip to Houston every year or so to experience air conditioned baseball in the Astrodome. It was glorious.
I saw Bob Gibson's Cardinals beat Gaylord Perry's Giants at Busch Stadium, late 60s. Lots of HoFers around. I think Willie Mays pinch-hit, McCovey hit into a double play.
For all you baseballers, I went through Cooperstown a couple years ago. The HoF is pretty cool, worth seeing if you get up there.
The area is nice too, good scenery. I camped out of town, came in for breakfast. Spent about a half-day at the Hall.
For all you baseballers, I went through Cooperstown a couple years ago. The HoF is pretty cool, worth seeing if you get up there.
The area is nice too, good scenery. I camped out of town, came in for breakfast. Spent about a half-day at the Hall.
Definitely plan to do that "sometime". It's on the list anyway 😀 Did Football HOF last summer and it was definitely worth it.
Yeah, Pro Football HoF in Canton and Rock & Roll in Cleveland make for a nice a (two)daily double.
For all you baseballers, I went through Cooperstown a couple years ago. The HoF is pretty cool, worth seeing if you get up there.
The area is nice too, good scenery. I camped out of town, came in for breakfast. Spent about a half-day at the Hall.
I haven't been there in 60 years, but I remember it as some of the most beautiful country in the world. I also loved the Cooper Mansion and the Farmers Museum. We should all go, then start a thread on the Cardiff Giant.
For all you baseballers, I went through Cooperstown a couple years ago. The HoF is pretty cool, worth seeing if you get up there.
The area is nice too, good scenery. I camped out of town, came in for breakfast. Spent about a half-day at the Hall.
Visited the hall 17 years ago with my then high school age daughter; the younger of two. We went during February school vacation; no crowds. Her love of baseball is an essential element in our relationship.
Man on man, that girl loved Nomar. She cried the day he was traded in 2004; We sat on our deck that evening while I shared how upset I was when Fred Lynn left. She was 13 at the time; last night, 21 years later she texted lamenting how bad the Sox are on defense.
To the best of my knowledge, John Cole has *never* gotten over Nomar's departure. Mookie nearly killed him.
I haven't been there in 60 years, but I remember it as some of the most beautiful country in the world. I also loved the Cooper Mansion and the Farmers Museum. We should all go, then start a thread on the Cardiff Giant.
First baseball game was at Fenway in 1967, the year the Sox finished first. Gary Peters was pitching, and I think he had two hits that game.
Like mrbaseball, I was amazed at how green and expensive the field looked. We only saw the games in black &white.
We also took the kids to the HOF and the Farmers Museum when they were young but just old enough to enjoy it.
The story of the Cardiff Giant is a good one. The guy who conceived the hoax charged fifty cents to see it. Later P.T. Barnum made more money showing a copy of the original.
I'm not sure if Barnum used this for the Cardiff Giant display, but when crowds stayed too long, he put up a sign saying, "This way to the Egress." The crowds, believing they were about to see something special, exited the building.
If you can find it "The Creation Myths of Cooperstown" by Stephen Jay Gould looks at both the Cardiff Giant and baseball.
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Correction to above.
I did see Gary Peters pitch for the Red Sox, but it wasn't in '67. I don't remember who pitched that game.
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Correction to above.
I did see Gary Peters pitch for the Red Sox, but it wasn't in '67. I don't remember who pitched that game.
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Gary Peters was still on the White Sox in '67. He was my all-time favorite pitcher as a kid. I don't think he went to Boston until 70 or 71? Anyway in addition to being a great pitcher he could really hit well too. They would often use him as a pinch hitter on off days and sometimes bat him 6th or 7th in the lineup when he pitched.
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A Jew, three Catholics, and an Atheist share Passover seder. Is there a joke there?
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joke is on the atheist for having being stuck eating a religious dinner and having religion forced upon him, for which he does not believe in.
joke is on the atheist for having being stuck eating a religious dinner and having religion forced upon him, for which he does not believe in.
Religion was not forced upon me. Even the Jew is a non-believer but enjoys the ritual. The Catholic on the other hand . . .
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Charlie Chaplin Impersonates a Poet
By Cornelius Eady
The stage is set for imminent disaster.
Here is the little tramp, standing
On a stack of books in order
To reach the microphone, the
Poet he’s impersonating somehow
Trussed and mumbling in a
Tweed bundle at his feet.
He opens his mouth: Tra-la!
Out comes doves, incandescent bulbs,
Plastic roses. Well, that’s that,
Squirms the young professor who’s
Coordinated this,
No more visiting poets!
His department head groans
For the trap door. As it
Swings away
The tramp keeps on as if
Nothing has occurred,
A free arm mimicking
A wing.
getting caught up on the thread after several weeks
i believe this to be an apt summary not generated by chatgpt
Dream of a Baseball Star
by Gregory Corso
first published 1960 in The Happy Birthday of Death
I dreamed Ted Williams
leaning at night
against the Eiffel Tower, weeping.
He was in uniform
and his bat lay at his feet
- knotted and twiggy.
'Randall Jarrell says you're a poet!' I cried.
'So do I! I say you're a poet!'
He picked up his bat with blown hands;
stood there astraddle as he would in the batter's box,
and laughed! flinging his schoolboy wrath
toward some invisible pitcher's mound
- waiting the pitch all the way from heaven.
It came; hundreds came! all afire!
He swung and swung and swung and connected not one
sinker curve hook or right-down-the middle.
A hundred strikes!
The umpire dressed in strange attire
thundered his judgment: YOU'RE OUT!
And the phantom crowd's horrific boo
dispersed the gargoyles from Notre Dame.
And I screamed in my dream:
God! throw thy merciful pitch!
Herald the crack of bats!
Hooray the sharp liner to left!
Yea the double, the triple!
Hosannah the home run!
I read that Chaplin poem a couple days ago. Neat one.
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