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Mr. Davis drew the walk, in the bottom of the ninth inning of game one of the 1988 World Series, that brought Kirk Gibson to the plate. This would mark the first time a World Series game ended on a come-from-behind home run.
How are ya darlin'? Will Miss Cleo be the next "physicist" on the Dodgers' payroll? Call 'meh noowww to find ooout.
Watching the Red Sox vs. Dodgers game…Manny just hit a solo home run in the 6th inning to cut the Dodgers’ deficit to 3-2.
Tim McCarver’s instant reaction:
And we’ll never know the answer to this, but you have to ask yourself the question: was that the most satisfying home run he ever hit? Maybe…
And McCarver just doesn’t quit…while I was typing this post, David Ortiz took a strike on a very slow curveball, leading to the following exchange:
Joe Buck: Ortiz trying not to smile after this lollipop dropped in for strike one.
Tim McCarver: Reminded me of that song, “Lollipop, lollipop…Oh lolli-lollipop…From the late ’50s.
JB: Here’s a 2-1 pitch grounded foul outside of first.
TM: Don’t ask me the group who sang it but…(trails off)*
* From Wikipedia:”Lollipop” is a pop song written by Julius Dixson and Beverly Ross in 1958 for the duo Ronald and Ruby, which was covered most successfully by The Chordettes.
While Mr. Young does not appear to be very nerdy, I am posting his card in order to raise the bar for the “distorted faces” tag. I challenge anyone to show me a baseball card that can top Mr. Young in that category. Also, it looks like he’s imitating the “Handy Man” character from In Living Color.
On April 12, 1992, Mr. Young threw an unofficial no hitter. He allowed two runs on seven walks and an error, becoming the fourth pitcher to throw a no-hitter in a losing effort. Since his team was on the road, he pitched a complete 8 inning game, which does not qualify as a “true no hitter.”
As a recent transplant to Los Angeles, I had the pleasure of seeing the impact that Manny Ramirez had on the Dodgers last season. LA is not much of a sports town to begin with, and the mediocre play from the Dodgers over the last two decades caused most Angelinos to give up on baseball entirely in favor of the Lakers. It’s hard to blame the fans when your team has 5 playoff appearances in 20 years and you live in a city where most people are more passionate about their avocado smoothies than the local ballclub. It’s also hard to have faith in a team that consistantly signs over rated and over the hill players to ludicrous contracts. 2008 looked like another sub par year for the Dodgers, but we all remember what happened. Manny came to town and single handedly saved their season.
I’m a huge cynic, but it was an amazing experience to see one player completely revitalize a franchise and get thousands of people caring about baseball again. For the last two months of the season, all anyone could talk about was Manny. And judging by talk radio and the occasional scientific poll, it was hard to find someone who would say anything bad about him. Everyone wanted him to sign a longterm deal, and no one seemed to care how much it cost. Of course it’s easy to say that when you’re not sitting across the table from Scott Boras and he’s asking you for $200 million, a private jet, a solid gold robot maid and custody of your children(contract details may not be accurate).
No matter the details, most locals I’ve talked to are infuriated that the Dodgers haven’t found a way to sign Manny yet, and will probably go back to not caring about baseball if Manny is anywhere but LA this season. Obviously Manny couldn’t give two shits about where he plays, just as long as they pay up and put up with his childish (though amusing) behavior. I guess I can’t blame him for wanting to get the best deal, but it would be a shame to see this city lose it’s renewed passion for baseball just because Frank McCourt won’t pony up for a bowling ball made out of blood diamonds – or whatever crazy shit Manny wants.