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Message: [QUOTE="SWC75, post: 5166912, member: 289"] I've bought tickets for tonight's game and Sunday's, which is the last home game of the season. (208-1-9 if anyone would like to say "Hi!") The SMets got only 9 hits but scored 15 runs thanks to 7 walks and two errors by Charlotte, the White Sox farm club, who seemed to be well-trained in how to play baseball the White Sox way. (The SMets announcers described one of their players as "moving up through their farm system at a remarkable rate. I'll bet.)Three SMets home runs with a total of 6 guys on base were a big help as well. Jett Williams got his first hit with run-scoring double in the 6th inning. Drew Gilbert, whose batting average had descended to .200, followed with a run-scoring single. We keep producing middle infielders. Williams was the shortstop tonight. I thought they wanted him in centerfield to take advantage of his speed. The game ended with Yolmer Sánchez, who had 6 RBIs over the weekend, hitting a grand salami to ice the game in the bottom of the 8th and Williams combining with two other guys recently up from AA, Wyatt Young, (love that name) and JT Schwartz, to turn a nifty double play. Then I heard the Big Mets score and that the Braves were behind. As I left the ballpark I looked up to see the man in the moon. The look on his face seemed to say "Oh My God!" It's still summer but that's about to change. I was glad I had long pants on but wished I'd grabbed the light jacket I kept in my car, I had a T shirt on). There was little wind but the temperature had dipped into the high 60's be the end of the game. For some reason it was slightly warmer in the concourse: when it's really hot, the concourse is usually slightly cooler. From "Baseball Anecdotes", which I read between innings: August 15, 1926 Ebbets Field, Brooklyn New York: Babe Herman hits a long drive to center field with the bases full of Brooklyn Robins, (as they were called at the time, after their beloved manager, Wilbert Robinson). The ball hits the wall. Hank DeBerry scores from third. Pitcher Dazzy Vance, coming in from second, rounds third but hesitates. Chick Fewster, satisfied to go from 1st to third, stands on third base. Herman is determined to get a triple. He slides into third with Fewster standing on it while Vance slides into the same base from the opposite direction. The umpire calls both sliding players out for sliding into an occupied base. The Robins then argued with the ref about who should be out. Vance (supposedly) said "Mr. Umpire, fellow teammates and members of the opposition. If you carefully peruse the rules of our national pastime, you will find that there is one and only one protagonist in rightful occupancy of this hassock, namely yours truly, Arthur C. Vance." The ump agreed and signaled that the other two Robins were out, including the hapless Fewster, the one guy who had done nothing wrong. For years after, when Brooklyn fans were told that their team had three men on base, the typical response was "Which base?". Herman was famous for having balls bounce off his head and over the fence. He insisted this was a lie. "Let me tell you this. If a ball ever hits me in the head, I'll quit." Someone asked "What about the shoulder? Herman: "On the shoulder don't count." People criticize players for celebrating too much these days. It's not "classy". The Robins had a pitcher named Clyde Day who was called Pea Ridge after his home town. "He celebrated any inning-ending strike out by standing on the mound, flapping his arms and emitting and ear-splitting hog call." Robinson told him to stop. "A man has no right to be sillier than God intended him to be." [/QUOTE]

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