They Called Him Yogi
I’m 100% West Coast and nearly 5 decades younger than Yogi, but I know enough to tip a 2-Flap up salute to the life and career of this man. Most of what I know about him I learned from the radio driving into work today.
He was part of the Normandy Invasion. He won 3 MVP’s and 10 World Series. That’s Buster Posey X 3.
I read a tweet from his daughter earlier this year. It was a picture of Yogi dressed to the nines in his Yankee gear. He had a huge smile on his face. Caption read something like “Game doesn’t start for 7 hours but dad is dressed and ready to go as usual”.
He’s a baseball hero. RIP.
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Also learned on the radio today: Giants were 6 out with 12 to play in ’51
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I guess that’s a Gyorko-off hit.
This Pen is on fumes…
Well, that sure as fuck took SOME of the enjoyment out of the situation. What a fucking pisser of a game.
Casilla sure is not giving me warm fuzzies to bring him back next season. I think he’s gone, Affeldt is surely gone. Osich and Strick replace, and I’m not sure Strick is up to it without major upgrade on ball movement and an out pitch…
I have said for some time that I have little confidence in Casilla.
I’d play MadBum at first now. It’s a power position, right?…
Bochy played it right, took Peavy out at 88 pitches after 6.
The Pen crapped out, that’s all there is to it. The Pen regulars are gassed. The new guys are still trying to figure out where the toilet is…
I’m out…get ’em tomorrow…
Well, shit.
There’s a lot of great things about this commercial, and it’s surprising to me that the commercial is only 30 seconds long. This is possibly my favorite commercial of all time. Or at least it’s in my top 5.
This one might have provided the template:
Oh hell, I had forgot about that one. Awesome…
Yogi was THE MAN.
Classic, and yes, one of my all-time favorites, too. Thanks for the laugh, Loo. I needed it after that piece of shit game last night…
I think you meant to thank Zumie or MacDog unless you enjoyed the picture of Doc Edwards monstrous catcher’s mitt up above…
Yahoo had one from when Yogi sent Bench a telegram after he broke Yogi’s record for HRs, which Bench shared.
After the opening congratulations, Berra said, “I always thought the record would stand until it’s broken.”
Flippin low life Pads just out hit SF last night, esp vs. pen guys after 6 shutout innings by Peavy.
Pen gave up 7 hits in less than 3. No one could throw strikes including Game Face Gearrin, and then when they did Pads whacked them. Osisch Romo Kontos and of course Casilla, who could have walked Jerk too instead of laying one in there. Ugh.
Surprised again Bochy did not leave Strick in after only facing 1 batter, and the Lopez move (Kuip called that, he’d only face one guy to intentionally walk him) was weird too.
See that Giants finally got Frandsen up, and even Bochy admitted Frandsen was probably disappointed it didn’t happen earlier. I never ever liked this guy, but his career avg in over 1000 ml ABs is .259. He hit .exactly that last year for the Nats. Played all over IF for Sac including 1b, and likely starts there tonite so Posey can C Bum.
000, even after his latest hot streak, is still looking up at Mendoza line at .186 with an OPS under .600. Glove aside, at least Frandsen has proven he can hit ml pitching, while Adrianza likely never will.
I always liked Frandsen and to me it seems like the Giants have screwed him over on more than one occasion. I’m glad to see he is getting a cup of coffee with us now.
I’m going to the game tonight—more out of obligation than genuine excitement. I live out in the country now, so a trip to Petco is no longer an easy 15 minute drive for me. I’m sure I’ll get more enthused once I actually enter the ballpark. Always cool to see Bum pitch, though the last time I saw him pitch in person at Petco at the beginning of the year, he got shelled by the Pads.
WTF? That’s Jason (George Costanza) Alexander in the background of that commercial.
That’s a Fun Fact.
Funny story about Yogi and his granddaughter Lindsay Berra . . .
“Lindsay, a reporter for MLB.com, is a baseball nut in her own right, fascinated by both the mechanics and nuances of the game and the rich history of the sport that her grandfather was so much a part of. But when she talks about Gramp, the conversation rarely centers around baseball. Rather, she revels in the sweet stories involving both of her grandparents, whom she knew as people, not icons.
The time Gram laughed off Lindsay’s concerns about Gramp pouring half and half over his cereal every morning instead of the healthier option, milk. Or the conversation that she had with Gramp, as illustrated in a 2009 article in the New York Times, after she interviewed a handsome tennis player for a feature story for ESPN Magazine.
“You should date him,” Yogi said.
“Gramps, he dates a swimsuit model,” Lindsay replied.
“You have swimsuits,” Yogi said.
Sweet…would like to read that 2009 NYT article. Will try to search for it later.
Under the circs the Giants actually did fairly well last night, scoring 4 runs on 4 hits by a squad missing fully half of its position regulars. Add a gassed and bewildered bullpen, a manager who seems to be mostly going through the motions at this stage and it’s amazing they have hung on this long. Peavy deserved better. Now in his longest slump of the season, Duffy too appears to be running on fumes.
Without the injuries this squad likely would have been a shoo-in for the postseason. One positive from the injuries is that Bochy and his coaches have had a good look at Tomlinson and Parker and that both look like keepers.
As I mentioned earlier, I have liked the way Brown has operated behind the dish, too. And I also like how he approaches his ABs. I think he will get a good look in ST. Hey, if Susac is healthy, and Brown looks good, I say package Belt and Susac for an OFer with some pop, or a SP, or a bullpen arm…you get the drift. 😉
And FUCK the dodgers. I hope the cocksuckers get their asses handed to them in the first round of the playoffs.
The question I have is who the fuck is Cody Gearin and why was he put in in such a big moment? Same can be said for Mac Williamson.
Yeah, we had a chance to stay even (dogs had already won…fuckers). I am not down with all that “play the kids” stuff…they will get their look and chances in ST (or, once we have an E next to our name in the standings). Kimbrel ate Williamson for lunch…the kid was so overmatched it wasn’t even funny.
Stix makes a good point about how injuries have allowed Giants brass to get a look at potential keepers for next year, Heston included.
One thing I did enjoy last night was the Volvo commercial with the vocalist doing a few bars of the tune “Feeling Good.” I have a great LP of Stanley Turrentine from his Blue Note days doing a very soulful version of same–Pepper Adams, Blue Mitchell, McCoy Tyner, Bob Cranshaw Mickey Roker, arranged by Duke Pearson.
Just need to gain a couple before the Dodger series.
7 out with 11 left?
Kismet, baby . . . We got this.
Or we’re crapping out . . .
The mathematical probability is pointing very strongly in the direction of crapping out.
I was never good in math . . .
I can’t remember who said it, but I think it was a really famous baseball guy: “It ain’t over til it’s over.”
A baseball commercial I really liked that I can’t find anywhere was with Gammons and Karl Ravech.
Gammons is behind the plate, Ravech on mound, and Gammons twice puts down 2 fingers for a curve and Ravech shakes it off both times. Gammons calls for time and goes out to the mound
He says, “Kid, he’s a dead first ball fastball hitter.”
Ravech gives him the sullen and defiant (reminds me of Strick) “I want to establish my presence with authority” line.
Gammons grins at him and says, “All right, meat. Give him the heat.”
For me, there are a couple of cereals out there where a splash of half and half after I have poured the milk really takes the dish to the next level. Life and Rice Chex are two that come to mind.
I have done the half and half when we were out of milk…not bad (he says as his arteries constrict). My great-grandmother had a dairy farm, and my grandpa used to milk the cows (before going to his real job). We got our milk from there. It was in a glass gallon Kerr jar (screw-top lid) and had about 3 to 4 inches of cream on the top. We would just shake the jar to mix the cream with the milk.
The white flag remains tethered to the pole, awaiting the appropriate time to be hoisted to the top. And yes, the mathematical probability is not in favor of our boys in the Orange and Black (Black and Orange for you of the right coast persuasion), but it ain’t over yet (yes, I am one stubborn SOB that way)!
And while I am disgusted, well, make that bummed with the way the season is winding down, I am damned proud of the way this team has battled its ass off. This is especially true with all the injuries to key players, and they way some of these kids have stepped in and opened some eyes.
Regardless of how it all shakes-out, this team has made me proud to be a Giants fan!
Don;t look now, but the Dogs are down 3 in the 5th . . .
Somehow this got me listening to Animals . . . Crazy guitar work by David Gilmour
My favorite Floyd album.
Yeah, definitely the one to crank the loudest. Like when you just happen to be making a speed-fueled run across Nevada in the middle of the night.
new.