
Who’s the tall smiling guy in the Hawaiian shirt? Hints: He’s an iconic pitcher in Houston’s MLB history; the author of a no-hitter and two great books on baseball; a baseball historian and broadcaster; the manager of 4 Astros playoff teams in his 5 years as manager; a UH graduate; and the man for whom our Houston SABR chapter is named in his honor for all he’s done, and for all he continues to do for both the game of baseball and our Greater Houston community.
An E-Mail from Larry Dierker Regarding the Eddie Gaedel Society Anthem Choice
Bill,
Congrats on the extremely small honor. No wonder you’re humbled!
Seriously, I applaud your ability to maintain quality amid your prolific publications. What’s even more impressive is your ability to come up with an idea every day. Good to see you at the Spaghetti Western. You should be the star, and ride off with the heroin despite the marinara sauce on your shirt.
Dierk
Our Pecan Park Eagle E-Mail Expression of Gratitude to Larry Dierker
Thanks, Dierk.
Your words make my day, except for one. If I ride off into the sunset with the “heroin,” won’t the cops track me down? After all, I’m riding a horse and carrying a couple of saddlebags of “felony horse” and those guys chasing me are driving black and white Dodge Chargers!
Seriously, please forgive me. I’m the king of typos and repeated double play instances in which my “brain brain” writes “the the” twice. Besides, everyone with any social experience in this world knows on so many painful levels that the difference between “having the heroine” and “holding the heroin” is most often far more involved than a missing “e” will ever explain.
I appreciate the intended imagery and will treasure your thoughts forever. By the way, if that photo you shot at the Spaghetti Western came out OK, please send me a copy. I’d love to see it.
Thanks again, Larry. See you ’round the bend.
Regards, Bill
(TPPE Editor’s Note: Larry Dierker’s already written this morning, 11/23/14, and said “had I known I would have spell checked,” As for my references to the mistaken identification of heroin and heroine here, The Pecan Park Eagle is just kidding around about the misunderstanding, folks. No intentional harm was intended toward heroin addicts, heroin dealers or their burros, mythical heroines of our wildest dreams, the uniformed police, or the propensity that many of us share for committing numerous typo errors once our hands are released to range upon the keyboards. For those who do not understand any writing that ventures one inch from the straight and narrow, please save the gubernatorial hair lips and easy judgments for Judgment Day, where a sense of humor about really big stuff will be a requisite for all who plan to sit through the whole thing and take their own turns before the big bench in the sky.)
What a difference a day makes in Houston! – Enjoy the cornflower blue skies over our great city this Sunday, everybody!
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