Africa: My First Publication, May 1953

June 26, 2017

AFRICA
By Bill McCurdy
Age 15
May 1953

 

Everything has a beginning except God Himself. This afternoon I remembered that years ago I found the first thing I ever had published in a late May final school year copy of the The St. Thomas Eagle, the newspaper of St. Thomas High School here in Houston. I wasn’t writing for the paper then. I was still playing baseball and busy finishing up my freshman year of high school at age 15.

Then somebody lit up my sky. Someone on the newspaper, and I never learned who it was, had pulled an English composition poem I had written out of the student papers bin and published it in that last copy of The Eagle – and with credit to me as “Africa” by Bill McCurdy.

It may as well have been the New York Times or The New Yorker. – Who in their right mind would want to publish anything I wrote, spoke the dreamer mind of a kid from the east end. Because, even if my long dead never-met-him grandfather had been a newspaper man, and even if I always had given “journalism” as my answer to the famous “what do you want to when you grow up” question, I still figured that I was a long way off at age 15 from actually writing anything that anyone would care to print. As such, the St. Thomas Eagle looked pretty lofty to this once innocent mind at the time. I was just beside myself with joy, even if now, I see so much of the limited and naive perspective I had upon Africa and its people in those past and then present times.

Nobody ever wrote anything positive about Africa and her people that I ever read back in 1953 – and I wanted to give it a try, even if my wounded and limited thoughts on Christian history and salvation were just about all I had to offer to the poetic art form back in those getting-ready-to-heat-up times in the march for essential racial change in America. I guess sometimes we only respond to the part of truth’s light that hits us directly – and even then – the light is dimmed by the presence of an overriding cultural darkness and atmosphere of restraint that is only overcome when wisdom finally speaks loudly enough for us to hear the message that we have no good choice but to respond in the name of justice. That wisdom day came a little later for me, but, had the Eagle not published “Africa”, I most likely would have forgotten when I heard its first whispers. Then it later became a fire that will never go out.

Thank you, St. Thomas Eagle! ~ Thank you, Anonymous Editorial Rescuer! ~ Thank you, “Africa”!

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Africa

By Bill McCurdy, May 1953

Africa, the land of the dark-skinned people;

Some are pygmies, some tall as a steeple.

Africa, the land of the lion’s roar,

That echoes from Capetown to the Red Sea’s shore.

 

Africa, the land of the Great Pyramid;

Where the treasure of Cheops, securely is hid.

Africa, the land where the native’s drum beat,

Travels far into the torrid jungle heat.

 

Africa, the land where big game are sought;

Where many a battle twixt man and beast are fought.

Africa, the land where the River Nile,

Stretches out in gusto for many a mile.

 

Africa, the land where the Moslem horde,

Spread its religion by use of the sword.

Africa, the land where the feet of the Vandals,

Replaced the footsteps of Roman Sandals.

 

Africa, the land where the Second World War,

Left the Dark Continent with a battle scar,

Africa, the land where men want peace,

And that never again shall their freedom cease.

 

Africa, the land where the pagan mold,

Produces new fields for missionaries to hold.

Africa, the land where civilization came late;

But a few years from now, she will surely be great.

 

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Bill McCurdy

Principal Writer, Editor, Publisher

The Pecan Park Eagle

That ’47 Buffs Astrodome All Star Game Team

June 25, 2017

Victoria (TX) Advocate
June 27, 1972
Found by Darrell Pittman

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Further Transmittal Comment and article Link submitted by Darrell Pittman:

“Interesting that they made mention of the July 4 Old Timer’s game in this June 27 issue, but in the July 5th issue there’s no mention of it.”

https://news.google.com/newspapers?id=8ThIAAAAIBAJ&sjid=bIEMAAAAIBAJ&pg=3726%2C3838423

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Link to the Actual Roster of the 1947 Dixie Series Champions, the Houston Buffs

http://www.baseball-reference.com/register/team.cgi?id=8dfd3b06

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Interesting note, Darrell. Thanks for another eagle-eyed Houston Baseball History nugget find. I was on vacation from Houston when this all-star game took place and don’t recall which players actually showed up, but am not surprised that the 120-miles away Victoria Advocate would not carry any follow-up reference to an event that was basically on the schedule as July 4th holiday gate booster event. It is possible we could learn more from access to the July 5, 1972 sports page copies of the Houston newspapers, but even they may have fallen silent during an era of even dimmer interest in the history of the city’s minor league history during the dawn of all our new big league and out-of-this-world Hofheinz-inspired imagery.

Perhaps the game idea started with former Buffs and later Cardinals managers, Eddie Dyer, Johnny Keane, and/or Solly Hemus (all Houston area residents) getting the ball rolling. A number of former ’47 Buffs, including manager Johnny Keane, pitcher Pete Mazar, catcher Gerry Burmeister, shortstop Billy Costa, 2nd baseman Solly Hemus, left fielder Eddie Knoblauch, and center fielder Hal Epps were all local in 1972 and still  fit enough to have played that day, as were numerous ex-Buffs from other many former seasons. Our own SABR senior member, left fielder Larry Miggins, comes instantly to mind, as does my old friend and book co-author 1st basemen Jerry Witte, pitcher Red Munger, catcher Frank Mancuso, outfielders Jim Basso and Russell Rac.

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Elder Houston Buff Player Notes

Solly Hemus turned age 97 on February 11, 2017.

Larry Miggins (God Willing) will turn age 92 on August 20, 2017.

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God Bless You, Buff Star Baseball Men! ~ Your Feats Do Still Dismay!

Buff Fans Shall Always Think of You ~ In Love’s Eternal Way!

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“Those were the days, my friend! ~ Somehow they’ll never end!”

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Bill McCurdy

Principal Writer, Editor, Publisher

The Pecan Park Eagle

 

Good Luck Today, Caleb Gilbert!

June 24, 2017

Caleb Gilbert, #41, takes the mound for LSU in their semi-final elimination game with Oregon State today.

Grandfather Bill Gilbert sent several of us this excited e-mail about 11 o’clock last night, Friday evening, June 23, 2017:

“LSU ended No. 1 Oregon State’s 23-game winning streak today with a 3-1 win.  They play again tomorrow (Saturday) at 2 pm on ESPN in Omaha to determine which team goes to the finals next week.  Grand-son, Caleb Gilbert is scheduled to be the starting pitcher for LSU.”

Bill Gilbert

billcgilbert@sbcglobal.net

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Guess where Grandpa Bill Gilbert and many others of us are going to be at 2 pm this afternoon?

Easy guess, right? And thank God for HD big screen color TV that makes every game now as crisp and clear and colorful as they can so far bring us now to the experience of actually being there for a big moment on this level. It also doesn’t take much imagination to get in touch with the feelings our friend Bill Gilbert is going through right now. All I can say is:

“Bill, we love you. man! All of your SABR friends and colleagues are with you 100% on this one. – Go get ’em, Caleb, but also remember too. – No matter how things turn out on the field, only the “best of the best” get this far in Omaha. Give it your best shot for LSU out there on the mound today and then let the chips fall where destiny and fate intends for them to land. That’s just the way this old planet rolls.”

The winner of today’s 2 pm LSU (3-1) – Oregon State (2-1) game will move on to face the winner of the 7 pm TCU (3-1) – Florida (2-1) game that is also up for grabs this Saturday to determine next week’s pairing for the Omaha NCAA College Baseball Championship best 2 of 3 games series that begins Monday.

Meanwhile, GO CALEB GILBERT and FAMILY! ~ GO LSU TIGERS! ~ GO DAVID MUNGER! ~ GO ALEX BREGMAN! ~ GO WILL HARRIS! and GO CAJUN NATION!

My apologies for misspelling “GEAUX” in the immediately preceding gust of LSU partisan salutations.

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Bill McCurdy

Principal Writer, Editor, Publisher

The Pecan Park Eagle

How Many Coaches Does an MLB Club Need?

June 24, 2017

Every good baseball team needs at least one coach who can teach this much broader lesson to the talented younger players. Otherwise, little else is going to matter much.

 

Thanks to our SABR colleague Paul Rogers of SMU Law for pointing out this wonderful column in the June 23, 2017 edition of The Hardball Times by Frank Jackson on what the writer calls “Creeping Coachism” in Major league Baseball. It’s really nothing new. We’ve seen it taking over the halls of government over the past century at an ever-expanding rate and we’ve seen it also making some pretty serious dents in the fattest of corporations in recent times, as well.

Besides, it’s only money, right? How can having too much help at the decision-making level possibly be a problem for anyone – even in baseball?

Here’s the article link:

http://www.hardballtimes.com/creeping-coachism/

Jackson uses the Texas Rangers to exemplify his point. In 1972, the brand new shifted-to-Texas Rangers had four (4) assistant. Today, in 2017, they now have 11, with the forever present question hanging out there awaiting its eventual answer. – Are MLB teams on their ways to having as many non-playing employees in uniform as they are actual contributing players?

In the interest of a little fun, we took the current list of 11 Texas Ranger coaches and added 14 new field administrative positions to bring the total list of non-playing uniformed Ranger assistants up to 25, the number needed to match the 25 names available as players. Of course, when you throw in Rangers manager Jeff Banister (and, yes, by all means, do throw him in – and throw him in hard) to the plan for the expansion of coaching personnel with variable non-playing differential authority over the Rangers. Adding Banister to the mix, uniformed Ranger administrators will then outnumber the uniformed roster players, 26-25, once all positions are filled.

That “(TBNLUA)” acronym which precedes each currently uncreated or filled position, of course, stands for “To Be Named Later Upon Approval”:

The Future 25-Person Managerial Staff of the Texas Rangers

  1. Tony Beasley, Third Base Coach
  2. (TBNLUA), Extra Base Risk Assessor
  3. Josh Bonifay, Field Coordinator
  4. (TBNLUA), Infield Shift Coordinator
  5. (TBNLUA), Outfield Shift Coordinator
  6. Doug Brocail, Head Pitching Coach
  7. (TBNLUA), RH Pitching Coach Specialist
  8. (TBNLUA), LH Pitching Coach Specialist
  9. (TBNLUA), Tommy John Recovery Coach
  10. Steve Buechele, Bench Coach
  11. Mark Connor, Special Assistant, Pitching
  12. (TBNLUA), Coaches Card Games Coordinator
  13. Josh Frasier, Bullpen Catcher
  14. Brad Holman, Bullpen Coach
  15. Anthony Iapoce, RHB Hitting Coach
  16. (TBNLUA), LHB Hitting Coach
  17. Justin Mashore, Assistant Hitting Coach
  18. (TBNLUA), Bunting & Pepper Game Coach
  19. (TBNLUA), Base Running Coach
  20. Bob Jones, Replay Coordinator
  21. (TBNLUA), Foreplay Coordinator
  22. (TBNLUA), Failed Game Plan Assessor
  23. Hector Ortiz, First Base Coach
  24. (TBNLUA), Sunflower Seeds Acquisitions Coach
  25. (TBNLUA), Post-Game OF Victory Dance Coordinator

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If you see any improvements or additional positions that ought to be considered by the Rangers, please post your suggestions here in the comment section that follows each of our columns.

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Bill McCurdy

Principal Writer, Editor, Publisher

The Pecan Park Eagle

Introducing Astros Worry Bird

June 22, 2017

“THE SKY IS FALLING! ~ THE SKY IS FALLING!”
~ ASTROS WORRY BIRD, 1965 to 2017
….and ongoing!

 

Hello, Astros Fans! Please allow me to introduce myself!

My birth name’s “Yershitenme Bigtime Daingerfeld”, but I prefer to simply go by my painfully earned nickname, “Astros Worry Bird.”  I’ve been watching this club since 1962, when Houston joined the big leagues, but I didn’t worry so much those first three seasons the club played as the Colt. 45s (1962-1964). Even the younger version of me was smart enough to know that expansion clubs never win anything with players they had to rescue from a baseball pool, but that quickly changed once we moved into our first permanent home. (Did you get that? I said “first permanent home.” In the world of my mind, you can’t even be sure that your permanent home is forever.) 

Anyway, once we moved into the Astrodome in 1965 and changed our team identity to the Houston Astros, I started to worry plenty. The futuristic grandeur of that place just brought out all the negative thoughts I ever had about Houston having enough money and power to acquire and keep the kinds of players it was going to take to reach and win a World Series even once, let alone, do it over and over and over again in dynasty-fashion like the New York Freezin’ Yankees!

Unfortunately, the next 35 years of Astros play in the Astrodome (1965-1999) proved that my concerns were based in reality. When the Astros literally ditched the Dome to go to the current ball park at Union Station in downtown Houston in 2000, they made the exodus from their total MLB history to that point with a complete club record of 38 seasons, 0 World Series wins, and 0 National League pennants. Had all these players acted out the 1999 move as though it were owner Drayton McLane as Moses leading the Israelites across the parted waters of the Red Sea and out of Egypt, just to take a team that had never won anything downtown, God might have taken a closer look at that loser history scoreboard, then waited until the team reached the middle of the sea behind McLane, and then gently lowered His Mighty Hand and allowed the waters to close together around the lot of them.

But God did not so fatally act in 1999. The Lord is far more forgiving than most baseball fans.

So, here we are. In 17 seasons downtown at the place we now venerate as Minute Maid Park, the Astros still have zero World Series wins, but they do now have that one World Series appearance from 2007 and that one National League pennant from 2007 that made it possible. Now playing in their 4th season (2014-2017) as members of the American League, the Astros now have the best record in the big leagues with a 49-24 mark overall – and that is good enough this morning for a 12.5 game lead in the AL West.

You will now sometimes hear from me here at the Pecan Park Eagle, but don’t worry, I will try to keep the expression of my worries in proportion to the existence of an actual threat so that will keep my concerns down to a precious few.

This morning I only have one concern.

I read in the July 22, 2017 Houston Chronicle that Astros reliever Jandel Gustave had to have Tommy John surgery and that he will now have to miss the rest of the 2017 season and most of 2018. That’s not good – so I got to thinking: “What if all the other Astros current roster pitchers also suddenly had to have Tommy John surgery too? Uh! Oh! That could really screw up our World Series plans for this fall!”

Then I remembered why the blackbird is the symbol for all negative thoughts and let go of that whole stupid idea. Now I’m back to feeling like “Mellow Bird” – the fellow I am when I get into the here and now present and just hang out for the sheer joy of breathing life into my soul.

Negative thoughts are like blackbirds. It only takes one to land in your mind and start cackling.

Unless you know it’s there and shake free of its grasp, the first blackbird thought that lands starts cackling for its like-minded negative friends. Left alone to cackle, these blackbirds of the mind just keep cackling until they have built up the worry to some preposterous level – like all the pitchers going out with Tommy John surgery in near time to each other.

Ain’t going to happen!

So, what’s the remedy for Worry Bird?

  1. Say boo to the earliest negative thoughts that land in your mind. They cannot grow unless you feed them.
  2. Worries cannot grow once you scatter the blackbird thoughts.
  3. Put your energies into the here and now present.
  4. Accentuate the positive.
  5. Eliminate the negative.
  6. Don’t mess with Mr. In Between.
  7. Play or take in a baseball game.
  8. And don’t feed the peanuts and sunflower seeds to the blackbirds of your mind.

See you again here, possibly. In the meanwhile, watch out if I try to land in your minds individually.

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Bill McCurdy

Principal Writer, Editor, Publisher

The Pecan Park Eagle

 

Baseball and Life Differences

June 22, 2017

Bud Selig
Baseball Hall of Fame
July 2017 Inductee

 

People who say that baseball is a metaphor for life are way off base. Try to convince me of that idea and I will tell you, going in, you’ve got two strikes against you from you very first trip to the plate. And you’d be listening to somebody coming at you from left field to think otherwise. As a simple swing of logic, this one’s a complete can of corn with no all-out dead-run “iffiness” about it.

Why am I so sure? Well, take a look at the differences between life and baseball that are as plain to see as called strikes to a blind umpire themselves and figure it out for yourself:

Whereas, life in America starts with birth – followed by childhood – followed by graduation from either regular school or the hard knocks variety – followed by getting a job – getting married – having kids – raising kids – retirement – growing old – getting sick and then dying – nobody ever is guaranteed that they will have the right combination of talent, opportunity, help, and good luck to be re-born to the game of baseball – even here – or in every place of the world – although, it does help to have been born in the USA, Latin America, or Japan for those chances to kick in.

Bottom Line Differences:

  1. Life is for everybody; baseball is not.
  2. Life can end in a tie score; baseball cannot.
  3. Life players end up in cemeteries or crematoriums.
  4. Great baseball players prefer to end up in Halls of Fame.
  5. Some great life players have their own Halls of Fame for what they do, but these are rarely places that people plan their family vacations around trips to go see.

One Awful Exception to the Life/Baseball Difference Rule

Sometimes undeserving baseball administrators use the power of their positions to trade their decisions on personal retirement in exchange for an egregiously undeserved merit induction into the Baseball Hall of Fame. In that regard, baseball and life are too similar for undisturbed contemplation for long in a normally peaceful mind.

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Bill McCurdy

Principal Writer, Editor, Publisher

The Pecan Park Eagle

 

Miggins: Short and Sweet Is Hard to Beat

June 20, 2017

Kathleen and Larry Miggins

 

Short and sweet is hard to beat, especially when those qualities flow so naturally and life-fully from the  wit and wisdom of a still wild Irish rose at the least expected of times.

This morning I made asimple friendship call to the residence of Larry and Kathleen Miggins, just to say hello, and to ask about Larry’s latest progress from that bad fall he took late last year.

Kathleen answered the phone, so I asked: “How’s Larry doing?”

“Let me tell you as best I am able, dear Bill,” Kathleen answered in that classic Irish storyteller mode she engages for speaking in response to any question that transcends the need for mere yes or no responses.

“We’ve done everything we can to get Larry out of the house to do things, but, alas, Larry spends almost all of his days now just staring through all the windows of the house.”

There was a curious brief pause, as though Kathleen was allowing that picture of Larry staring through glass to seep into my own mental imagery of the situation.

Then Kathleen simply concluded her answer to my original question in slow deliberate terms.

“If he keeps it up at the same rate for much longer, we’re simply going to have no choice but to unlock the doors and allow him to come back into the house!”

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When it comes to great column stories, short and sweet, indeed, are very hard to beat as well.

Thank you, Kathleen Miggins, for making my day.

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Early Fields and the Pitcher’s Dirt Path

June 18, 2017

 

So why, you may ask, did so many of those early 19th century baseball fields have those long dirt paths between the pitcher’s mound and home plate? And why did organized baseball continue to include these mysterious tracks on the infield until they variably started disappearing in the early 2oth century?

SABR member Rob Neyer probably supplies us all with the most common sensible answers to these and all other questions about them at Baseball Nation on October 4, 2011, when he in turn credited another SABR author, Peter Morris, for his explanations in an excellent specific baseball history book entitled: A Game of Inches: The Game Behind the Scenes.

Neyer notes that both Comerica Park and Chase Field today contain dirt strips between the pitcher’s mound and home plate as nods to old-time baseball.

The origins of the path are obscure, but researcher Tom Shieber has unearthed what is almost certainly the explanation, according to Neyer. Shieber explains that early baseball clubs often played on cricket grounds, where the two wickets were connected by a dirt path to ensure more reliable bounces. He speculates that early baseball clubs found that the path also led to fewer passed balls in their own game of baseball and made it easy for the strips to become customary in their own newer “strike the ball” game. Shieber cites a description that appeared in the New York Clipper in July 1860.

What this doesn’t explain is why baseball fields commonly featured the “pitcher’s path” well into the 20th century. Morris speculates – and Neyer agrees – that in the days of small grounds-keeping crews and limited technology, it was exceptionally difficult to keep a field in good shape; this fact should be apparent to any of you who have spent any time examining baseball field photos from the 19th and early 20th centuries. With pitchers and catchers frequently trodding back and forth upon that stretch of ground between the mound and plate, it was just easier to forget about grass and keep a dirt strip there instead. To put it mildly, baseball grounds-keeping knowledge and technology was hardly anything near the artful stage during baseball’s Garden of Eden era.

Read the full article here: http://mlb.sbnation.com/2011/10/4/2470036/so-whats-the-deal-with-those-dirt-strips for a more informative look at how things were and how the game has moved forward from the condition of those early times.

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And speaking of old ruts, the Pecan Park Eagle hopes that you remain stuck in the rut of wishing your dad either a Happy Father’s Day wish 0r a smiling tip of your memory cap for what he meant to you in his lifetime – and that everything you share together today is honest, true, and freely extended in the name of love. And, even if you somehow didn’t seem to get it from your dad, try to keep in mind too that dads are often deficient in their abilities to show love in the ways we hope to receive it. Wherever possible, try to cut these emotionally blocked fathers some slack and give them your love in return regardless. It will be the same love Dad once hoped to give to you directly in no uncertain terms – when he still didn’t know how to hit the “send” button.

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Deep Baseball Thoughts

June 17, 2017

A Humble Jack Handey Remembrance of Father’s Day 2017

 

Deep Baseball Thoughts ~ with Apologies to Jack Handey

Back in the 1990’s, a fictional philosopher named “Jack Handey” published thousands of random thoughts on life that really were intended as little tickles upon our also randomly varied funny bones. The following are little more than a humble attempt to take aim again, this time upon the aspect of life that so many of us embrace as baseball. If none of them winch even a smile, just remember, none were intended to harm.

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When Yogi Berra said, ”It ain’t over til it’s over,” was he talking about the ball game or life itself? Either way, it makes sense, but so it does also make a connection when applied to a big credit card debt – or a bad case of diarrhea – or just about anything else that matters to us on a large or small term scale. Maybe Yogi was simply trying to remind us that some human discomforts all call for the utterance of the universal “harrumph”- it ain’t over til it’s over!

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When you are a late inning reliever in trouble – and your pitching coach comes out to the mound to whisper, “make him swing at the ball, but don’t give him anything good enough to hit really well,” isn’t he just asking you to do what any Hall of Fame closer would d0 99% of the time under these same circumstances?

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Why do so many stadiums have those yellow lines along the top of seven to ten feet high outfield fences that make any batted ball that hits the yellow part on the fly a home run? When it only appears to happen, but the eyes are not sure, it seems we too often then have to go to the replay for five minutes to confirm or deny it’s status as a homer. – Wouldn’t it be easier to simply do away with the yellow line and call the balls that clear the fence home runs – and treat all those that bounce back on the field off the fence as balls in play?

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Aside from misunderstanding or disregarding the fact that making the All Star Game winner (2002-2016) the determining factor as to which league would have home field advantage in the World Series for so many years, what else did Bud Selig do to violate the integrity of the game, yet, still manage to leave himself a shoo-in first ballot selection for the 2017 Induction Class at the Baseball Hall of Fame.

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“Buy me some nachos and Cracker Jack; Terry Francona craves seeds-in-a-sack!”

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We all smiled when our still grieving widowed Grandpa went trucking off alone to Minute Maid Park with his scorecard and money enough for a few beers with other Astros fans, but we weren’t smiling when he came home drunk the next morning with the pie-eyed old lady in the JR Richard jersey who would too soon thereafter become our first step-Grandma for about two months.

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Infield Sign says: “NO PEPPER GAMES. AND GO EASY ON THE SALT.”

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Remember forever the wisdom of our baseball elders. 20-game winner Ned Garver of the 1951 last place 102-loss St. Louis Browns put it this way: “Our fans never booed us. They wouldn’t dare. We outnumbered them.”

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Happy Father’s and Mother’s Day, Everybody! And among baseball fans, especially, we do mean everybody! And why not? It’s just an easy way to remind ourselves that, in baseball, the fans eventually get to pay for everything that happens in the name of our national pastime!

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Bill McCurdy
Principal Writer
Editor, Publisher
The Pecan Park Eagle

Congratulations Caleb Gilbert and LSU

June 16, 2017

“NOW PITCHING FOR THE LSU TIGERS …. # 41 …. GILBERT …. CALIB GILBERT …. NOW PITCHING! …. FOR LSU!”

 

In the knockout game with MSU, Caleb Gilbert retired 15 men in a row between the 3rd and 8th inning, striking out 6 on the way to a 12-4, LSU comeback win.

 

What a story now. What a story in the making.

Caleb Gilbert, the handsome, 6’2″ 180 pound hard-throwing, mainly reliever, right-handed pitcher for the LSU Tigers has just added another feather to his already fancy purple cap in his club’s deciding win over the Mississippi State Bulldogs. Now the team and all of Tiger Nation moves forward to the College World Series this weekend when the Louisiana baseballing boys break into the schedule with an opening tourney game against Florida State in their 18th appearance at Omaha.

With MSU ahead by 4-3 in the bottom of the 3rd, Gilbert gets his first K of 6 for the 2nd out. With the bases still loaded, he gets the next batter on a FC tag of 3rd to retire the side. From there, Gilbert will retire 13 more batters in a row on the Tigers’ way to wrecking the Bulldogs.

What an incredible baseball heritage that Caleb Gilbert and his teammates now put forth and defend.

Caleb Gilbert is special to all of us Houston-Austin SABR people who know his grandfather too. He just happens to be the son of Paul Gilbert – who happens to be the son of Bill Gilbert – one of our State of Texas SABR foundational icons and friends to so many of us because of our community shared love of the game and our magnetic attraction to others with any similar deep-trench affinity for baseball as the daily bread of our secular, but spiritual lives.

Bill Gilbert is our Pecan Park Eagle monthly Astros commentator during the regular season and a more general analyst and commentator on the ongoing health of the game at any time he is predisposed to impart some new observation. We could not be happier that it has become his good fortune to actually live out one of the wildest dreams our kind of baseball fan probably all shares. Living out of the dream of watching your own grandson contribute mightily to his school’s pursuit of the College World Series Title in Omaha on national television is about as star-spangled bleary-eyed an event as any older fan is going to find at our age. And, of course, it’s got to feel great to his parents and other grandparents and family members too.

Sometimes the look in for the sign is an eye-blinking contest between a pitcher and the batters he faces. In this one, Caleb Gilbert would likely have been the guy looking for the post-game Murine drops.

Congratulations to Caleb Gilbert and the entire extended (by blood or marriage) family that is into this current celebration all the way! No matter what what happens from here, it’s still a victory of the spirit, but, as long as the whole cake is still on the plate, good luck to LSU on eventually finding that the last big slice is eventually there too for their exclusive consumption.

Bill Gilbert
Grandfather of Caleb Gilbert
LSU Tigers Pitcher
(Check out the tie. How would a stranger ever know that this guy cared a single thing about baseball?)

Also, check out this link for further detail on RHP Caleb Gilbert and the 2017 LSU Tigers baseball team.

http://www.lsusports.net/ViewArticle.dbml?ATCLID=210240718

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