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Our catcall to the umpire on a called strike such as this.............."You got a bus to catch? We know it ain't a date waiting for you"........the phrase only got me tossed once, as a manager.Sixty-one years ago today a fine five-hit pitching performance by Sal Maglie in game five of the World Series was overshadowed when fun-loving no-windup Yankee hurler Don Larsen threw a perfect game at the Dodgers. The following morning in the New York World-Telegram, the Bum was not impressed with Larsen's masterpiece.
You will find many to this day who will insist that the final oh-two pitch to Dodger pinch-hitter Dale Mitchell was high and outside and in any legitimate world should and would have been ball one. But plate umpire Babe Pinelli was retiring after the Series and this was his final appearance behind the plate, and he went to his grave insisting that this fact did not influence his judgement in calling the pitch. Mitchell, who is last seen in the game film turning to protest the call, went to his grave insisting otherwise. Don Larsen, who is still with us at the age of 88, knows what he knows.
It's unfortunate that the only thing most people remember about Dale Mitchell is that he watched that ptich go by. He was a solid player with a solid ten-year career, and retired with a lifetime batting average of .312. They used to say he had a pretty good eye at the plate, and you could very rarely get him on a called third strike.
My favorite Bart quote.... I have it hanging on my office wall."It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops."
-- A. B. Giamatti.
Friggin' Red Sox.
Could be worse, you could be a BlueJays fan!"It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops."
-- A. B. Giamatti.
Friggin' Red Sox.
⇧... it ends on one final pitch. It is mental torture. It's Sisyphus strung out over a year.
And the torture continues, Yankees forced into a game 7. It is absolutely exhausting. I wonder if the players have any idea what they are putting the fans through .
I don't know who to root for. The Yankees -- you know -- and yet to root for the Astros to win the American League pennant is unnatural. Who wants two National League teams playing in the World Series?
I could make a suggestion, if you're interested!
I could make a suggestion, if you're interested!
Thank you Lizzie and FF. To be there live to see your team win the pennant is special. Non-baseball fans often say the game is too slow, but it's the pace of the game, and your emotions hanging on every pitch that makes it the greatest game in the world.