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Remember Anita Martini….

March 14, 2017

Anita Martini
Media Reporter/Analyst
Texas Baseball Hall of Fame
2007
Art by Opie Otterstad

 

Although we never met, I was bedazzled by her beauty, her class, and her baseball mind and moxie from the time I first heard her easy-to-hear voice, floating through the local Houston radio and television coverage of baseball from the the mid 1960s into the early 1970s.

Where did this Galveston “girl” really come from? She knew deep parts of baseball lore that none of my then world of male contacts knew at all. Hell, I may as well say it. – She often knew more about certain aspects of baseball history, especially if those things had anything to do with the New York Yankees, than even I knew – and that was back in my ego salad days – when a beautiful age contemporary girl (type) wasn’t supposed to know more about baseball than a dedicated male former kid player and history nerd like me.

Yeah, I know. I know now. There was a time in the days of my youthful arrogance when that sort of thing was hard to admit. We had been so culture-slammed with the notion of “guy things” in separation from “girl things” as we were growing up in the post World War II years, that we often simply did what we could to avoid conversations that might reveal the presence of superior knowledge in a girl – or even differences in opinion from our own – whenever a brash girl started talking about something that was really and truly an anointed “guy thing.”

I was lucky. I snapped pretty quickly to the realization that this old “guy thing/girl thing” assignment was just another of those tough rules that a more fundamentally sexist society came up with years ago as a way of trying to steer people in narrow ways about what we have to do to be OK as men and women. It was conclusively Grade A malarkey to the better goal of teaching all young people to pursue the dreams that are honestly available to all of them as individuals.

Anita Martini often declared that she wasn’t into sports media work to be the first woman to do anything, and that she was simply out to be the best she could be at whatever she did. In reality, both things happened. And both were true.

On October 1, 1974, the Los Angeles Dodgers defeated the Houston Astros, 8-5, at the Astrodome, clinching the NL West title. After the game, thanks to the work of Dodgers Manager Walt Alston, Coach Tommy Lasorda and Center Fielder Jimmy Wynn, Anita Martini became the first female reporter in all of history to be invited into an MLB clubhouse post-game press conference – ever. Furthermore, the Dodger players were given strict instructions by Lasorda to be respectful of Anita and to let her do her job.

It was the first footstep of a galloping horse of change in the history of women covering baseball as media people. And it was a step that Anita Martini handled like the champion she always was.

“Anita Martini was definitely the ‘Jackie Robinson’ of female reporters when it came to locker room press conferences,” Jimmy Wynn has said many times since that day. And you know what? Former Dodger Jimmy Wynn was right about that day. Jimmy Wynn even served as the guy that instigator Lasorda sent barreling out of the Dodger clubhouse to find and bring Anita Martini back inside for this groundbreaking moment. Even though I wasn’t there to eyewitness it, a story listener’s mind movie plays on in my head.

A smiling Dodger road-uniformed Jimmy Wynn catches up to a strolling unaware Anita Martini on one of the nearby concourses. Out of our earshot, the smiling, now also moving  rapidly lips of Mr. Wynn have managed to generate a smile and an up-and-down cheerful raising of her arms in the otherwise motionless posture of a jubilant Anita Martini. It’s only a moment. But it’s a moment that shall last forever. In my movie mind, Jimmy takes Anita by the hand and the two of them jog happily back to an inner door and disappear from public view for her date with destiny. And the history of Anita Martini and women media in baseball is changed.

Forever.

It’s just too bad that Anita Martini had to leave us so early in a beautiful game.

Anita Martini died on Saturday July 10, 1993 after a long tough battle with brain cancer. She was only 54, but her relatively short stay among us left a rather large impression upon the future of women in sports media, doing the game of baseball, especially  – and doing it so very well.

In 2007, during my last year as a member of the Board, I’m proud to say that we inducted Anita Martini into the Texas Baseball Hall of Fame for her career media courage, quality and performance in behalf of our favorite sport – the great game of baseball. No matter what. And no matter how much she downplayed the importance of her pioneering. She will always be the first female to do a live post-game locker room interview in a regular season MLB game – just as she always shall be one of the best reporters many of us have ever seen or heard on game coverage.

For those of you planning to attend “An Afternoon with Lisa Nehus Saxon” at the Baseball Reliquary program scheduled for 2:00 PM, this coming Saturday, March 18, 2017, here’s the program schedule:

http://www.baseballreliquary.org/2017/01/afternoon-lisa-nehus-saxon-march-18-2017-pasadena-ca/

Please show up to honor Lisa Nehus Saxon, another of baseball’s female heroes – and pass along this link on Anita Martini to others who need to hear more of her contributions, as well:

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Bill McCurdy

Publisher, Editor, Writer

The Pecan Park Eagle

Houston, Texas

Bozo St. Clair Had To Be A Stand Up Guy

March 12, 2017

I was too young for this part of the Houston Buffs after game experience back in the Post World War II era, but I grew up seeing this same photo of the goofy-looking guy they called Bozo St. Clair in every Buffs scorecard I can still remember. Bozo was always billed as the host or master of ceremonies at the Ringside Club on 510 Milby – and they did a lot of advertising via the the Buffs, trying to hustle some after-the-game business to their nearby joint from Buff Stadium on home game nights. The story I did from that 1950 scorecard a couple of days ago simply triggered the memory again. Oh, yeah! Of course, I wanted to go there as I aged into my high school years, but these places that served beer and set-ups for mixed drinks (mixed drinks were illegal in Houston until some time in the early 1960s, but some bars were allowed to charge you the full price of a mixed drink, in a set-up glass. as long s you brought the alcohol to put in it with you in  a covered brown bag. – And, of course, you had to be identified at 21 minimum to even be admitted to one of these “swell” places. By the time they got all this stuff straightened out in Houston, I already had achieved my experiential rookie bar season in New Orleans as a graduate student at Tulane.

It’s always made me wonder. – Is this what I missed at the Ringside Club in Houston? Then Bozo St. Clair’s face, the same one that appears in this blue-tinted scorecard ad for the Houston Buffs and takes over as blue-tint animated hologram MC – complete with a standup shtick  routine and a style that I imagine as similar to the looks and form of that old movie comic actor, Red Buttons. In the imagery here, a small group of us have just driven over the few blocks west on Leeland it would have taken to reach 510 Milby as a cross street in 1950 from Buff Stadium. It was a Wednesday night. We got lucky. We received a front row table, facing Blue Bozo at the dance floor mike –  and the drummer who showed up for rim-shot support. The place is about 60% full.

Here’s the opening shtick:

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“Good evening, Ladies and Gentleman and welcome – WELCOME to the fabulous Ringside Club in Houston – where fun is fun – and the fun’s never done! …. (RIM SHOT)

“We wuz hoping’ to have a couple of pole dancers for you here this evening, but the Buffs wouldn’t help us with a deal for Repulski and Kurowski!” …. (RIM SHOT)

“Look! We know you Buff fans are sick about finishing in last place this year, but look on the bright side. – Your misery’s got a closing day – but not mine. My misery comes from my marriage. –  And marriage ain’t got no closing day! ” – (RIM SHOT)

“And as long as there is no closing day on marriage – my wife will make sure that it stays open season on my misery!” .… (RIM SHOT)

“What’s my wife’s problem, you ask!  – I say she’s fickle.

“She asks me why I have to keep doing all these nice things for the girls who work here at the Ringside. You know, little things like taking a girl to lunch  – or buying a girl  a little jewelry for all the work the girls do for me here at the show. Hey, I’m a sentimental guy – and I like to show my appreciation.”

“My wife says: ‘C’mon, Bozo! – Don’t insult my intelligence. You show these girls way too much appreciation.’ You don’t show me that kind of appreciation – and I’m your stupid wife!’

“Then, if she finds out I’ve taken a certain girl to lunch, or just given one of the girls a pair of nice earrings, or something,  she’s been known to drop in here at the Club and just ruin everybody’s day with her suspicious ways of screaming at everybody in earshot.  She’s even told a couple of the girls that they ought to feel like two cents for going out with me – or accepting little gifts ever now and then! – Can you imagine that?”

Take my wife, please! ….. (MAJOR RIM SHOT)

“That’s why I say that my wife is fickle. – Which is it? – Do I boost a girl’s value – or do I tear it down by just being a nice guy? – Does me going out with a girl out of kindness amount to showing her too much appreciation? – My wife says it does! – In fact, that’s usually  when she tells the girls that they each ought to feel like two cents for ever accepting a gift – or going out – with me?”

Suddenly, the rim shot drummer jumps in with some bluesy song lyrics of his own:

“Which is it, honey? – I just wish – you’d make up – your fickle mind. – Oh yeah!

I just wish – you’d make up – your fickle little – female – mind!” …. (RIM SHOT)

And Bozo takes the cue to segue out of his misery talk:

“Oh well, at least we are protected in marriage by our community property laws. – That means we each own everything we have acquired during our marriage on a 50-50 basis, but if we get divorced, it means that the ex-wife now gets to live off the property while the ex-husband gets to start learning how to live off the community!” – (RIM SHOT)

“OK, Everybody! Let the great show finally begin. – Our opening act is Miss Sally Stupentaket from Galena Park – and she’s about to show you some moves on the dance floor that you probably didn’t know were humanly possible!”

“Ladies and Gentlemen ….. ALL THE WAY FROM ‘GLEENA’ – AND WE DON’T MEAN PASADENA – LET’S GET GOING WITH A BIG TEXAS LEAGUE HAND FOR MISS ….. SALLY …. STUPEN …. TAKE – ITTTTTTTTTTT!”

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 Bill McCurdy

Publisher, Editor, Writer

The Pecan Park Eagle

Houston, Texas

One Possible 2017 Houston Astros Lineup

March 11, 2017

“The Happy Bat of Catcher McCann
Is Ours Today! ….
And Here’s A Lineup We Trust to Work
In Every Way! ….”

(The above lyrics are written to be sung to the tune of ….

…. “The Happy Gang of Buster Brown is on the Air.”)

Most of us Astros fans can’t wait for things to start on the “games-count” schedule. Manager A.J. Hinch has to be salivating over the lineup possibilities he actually sees developing on the field down in West Palm Beach. With all of the righty vs lefty and lefty vs right sets that simply weren’t there as do-able options in 2016 – and without a lot of game-worn concern (at least, not yet) about the bottom third of the order being the hole in the bats boat that so often showed up to sink hope in the past. There’s not a guy on our bench now that’s ever been tagged with some kind of “auto-out” hitting identity. Why would any of them start to do so now, unless some kind of aging time bomb went off inside them this year that no really expected.

This one representational lineup just steamed through my mind tonight as I wrote it. Maybe its passage was aided by the vaporizer I’ve been using during this viral plague recovery period I’ve been riding this week, but I don’t think so. It’s got be the talent upgrade that’s hoisting the flag of hope – even for those of cannot yet even see the talent working in early spring. We my not be experts, but some of us have played enough baseball and see enough great baseball to recognize the difference between doggie deposits on the lawn and brown shoe polish.

With this much talent holding up for the Astros over the course of the season, Mr. Hinch may even have a chance to reach the genius level plane for his managerial success in 2017. Even a great manager like Casey Stengel couldn’t get it done pushing buttons for the old Boston Braves and Brooklyn Dodgers,  but once he got those same fingers on the same kinds of choices for the 1949 Yankees forward, he got results that made baseball history.

Now, if only this holds up to be true for what our offense promises to be and the pitching can come around to what it needs to be to keep the other clubs off the board, the 2017 American League season we’ve all been waiting for in Houston may be one we shall remember forever – and this time, for all the happy reasons it brings us.

At any rate, here’s one that we will put out there for starters that we think works best in the long run most of the time:

ONE POSSIBLE 2017 HOUSTON ASTROS LINEUP

1 GEORGE SPRINGER, CF

2 CARLOS CORREA, SS

3 JOSE ALTUVE, 2B

4 CARLOS BELTRAN, DH

5 YULI GURRIEL, 1B

6 ALEX BREGMAN, 3B

7 JOSH REDDICK, LF

8 BRIAN McCANN, C

9 NORI AOKI, RF

We like it because (1) it leaves the lineup filled with a hitting threat at all nine spots – with no more dead zone at the bottom third of the order. (2) It leaves Hinch with the options of making defensive substitutions in late inning Astros-lead games. Marisnick can come in to play center as Springer moves to right, as Hinch opts to leave either Aoki or Reddick in the game to play left. (3) The lineup stays buck-strong in top 2/3rds – even with Gonzalez and/or a better-hitting Reed also coming in late sometimes to provide late inning rest for Bregman, Correa, or, even Altuve, in Astros-lead or blowout games and better defense and rest at first, if the aging Gurriel needs help.

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And let’s hear it from the rest of you home-bound Astros fan “geniuses”. The Pecan Park Eagle would love to gain your own lineup choices as commentaries on this column. And who knows? Maybe the lineup you suggest will turn out to be the same that Asros Manager Hinch uses on the autumn 2017 day that the Astros clinch the World Series.

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 Bill McCurdy

Publisher, Editor, Writer

The Pecan Park Eagle

Houston, Texas

Seating Capacity of the New Fertitta Center

March 10, 2017

“HOW MANY FANS WILL A FERTITTA CENTER SEAT WHEN A FERTITTA CENTER FINALLY SEATS FANS?”

To Greg Lucas ~ Dear Greg: My intended e-mail answer to your question simply blossomed in the process into a column today.

You and I both wanted to know what the intended full capacity for fan seating at the new Fertitta Center at UH will be. As of now, we still don’t have that answer.

Via an old UH friend today, I finally got the website link to the new Fertitta Center that will be going up on the UH campus in replacement of the Hofheinz Pavilion. A lot of new donor costs jump out at you at the website, but not so much the actual seating capacity for Cougar basketball.

Want to sit court side, with all the service and bigwig hobnob mobility? $100,000 extra bucks will get you in the door 0f a special court side area for two seats there – and, if your math’s that good, as is your bank account, $200,000 will kick open the door on four tickets of apartness from the hoi pal-oi – but you do have to sign up somewhere, I think, to get the cost factored in to including the actual tickets, parking, sales taxes, and other contributions to UH that may be tied into your ticket purchaser contract.

Regular people seats look pretty much like the same sight lines that existed at Hofheinz, but there’s no easy way to find (if it’s even there) any actual round up of capacity ticket numbers that these general admission places make available to the buying public either.

All I can conjecture from my five-day old last visit to Hofheinz is this: Unless you are able to rise from your seat with all the agility and quickness of a very tall Olympian gymnast, you won’t have anything to see, anyway, but already risen backs on shots at the goal.

These are not particularly UH problems to solve, but issues that exist at all basketball venues. That being said, and speaking now for The Pecan Park Eagle, we do think that UH needs to be more clearly forthright about the new venue’s seating capacity.

What is the projected overall seating capacity for basketball at the Fertitta Center? I called the media people at UH earlier this week – just asking for a simple bottom line number – but nobody ever got back to me.

Is the matter of venue seating capacity in 2019 simply too complicated for a UH graduate from 1960 to understand? Or is it simply made harder to grasp by some new approach to “dynamic seating and pricing” that we consumers couldn’t possibly begin to grasp?

Good old home TV. And there’s no danger of getting infected by the viruses and germs that lingered near the table I reached for cookies and other gratuity sustenance that UH made available to us last Sunday when we showed up to see the last game played at Hofheinz.

Who knows, maybe some of us got sick on the last free meal that UH ever handed out on Sunday, March 5, 2017?

No more “Eat ‘Em Up” of free food for this old Cougar – at UH campus functions, or any place else where people double dip chips or pick up food with their hands and then put it back on the public offering plate on a change of mind. I’ve been paying for the bug I picked up all week.

Oh yeah, back on the venue capacity topic, the dazzling data on the new Fertitta Center is right there to view in 3-D at the Fertitta Center website. Check it out:

uhcougarpride.com/fertittacenter

Regards,

Bill McCurdy, UH Class of 1960

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 Bill McCurdy

Publisher, Editor, Writer

The Pecan Park Eagle

Houston, Texas

Faces of Past Speak Loudly to Future

March 9, 2017

We never dressed like these dudes at Buff stadium back in 1950. In fact the coat over the shoulder look used here was nothing more than “product placement” for “Mosk’s Store for Men” – Sadly, the only thing “right” here is the 100% white face look of the general stadium crowd. In 1950, segregation forced black fans to sit in their “own” separate section down the far right field line. That’s one of the shames of Houston in this shameful old world.

 

Staying home today with one of those dripping viruses and sweaty feelings that you really don’t want to share with anyone else, I chose to swaddle my mind in the comfort food thoughts of memorabilia I keep in boxes for just such occasions as today. Well, that’s not exactly true. This stuff has been following me around since I was 8 to 10 years old, just waiting for one of these days to come along that elevates something from the piles to rise briefly from the sediment of sentimentality to full “needful thing” status – if only for a day.

Today it turned out to be this four-pages-in-all cardboard scorecard from the 1950 Houston Buff Texas League baseball season. 1950 was hardly a memorable year for the Houston Buffs. The team stank, finishing 8th and cellar-last at 61-93 – a full two games back of the 7th place Shreveport Sports – and 30.5 games back of the first place Beaumont Roughnecks and their two future MLB stars, infielder Gil McDougald and catcher Clint Courtney.  And, oh yeah, the great and strange Rogers Hornsby was the manager of our little brother city to the east’s whip-ass ball club too, a fact that galled the bloody bejabbers out of our Cardinals-proud Houston fans.

Hornsby was intimidating. How many times did he walk past some of us Houston Knothole Ganglings in silence, only for all of us to decide by his snarling looks that this probably was not a good time to ask for his autograph. We simply weren’t the sharpest knives in the drawer back then. There was never going to be a good time to ask for that old toad’s signature. (Yes, I said “toad” – and not that other four-letter “”t” word that comes to mind, but it would have fit here just as well, if not better.)

That’s Joe D. on the right wall behind the concession stand prices feature. He’s pushing Chesterfield as his milder choice in cigarettes.

 

 

Look at those concession stand prices, folks. This was back in the days when nobody had credit cards that made buying stuff seem cheap. Back then, you either had a dime or you didn’t buy. Then, when the day came that even a march of dimes couldn’t buy you the time of day, some marketing genius figured out that we had to have credit cards to make stuff still feel cheap, even if it no longer were.

For a lot people in 1950, you were either from Houston – or just passing through because your corporate oil patch company “boss of your life” had sent you here to do whatever it was you did that was of value to them. And that was OK, sort of, if you came from the South – or other parts of Texas where it’s also hot as blazes during the summer – but that wasn’t so true when it came to the carrot and stick problem that companies had sending many people to Houston back in 1950. There was nothing “cool” about living in Houston to valued corporate workers from milder, more sophisticated climates, at all. And that’s what’s so cool about these two adjoining ads in the 1950 scorecard. Air conditioning and television were poised to sweep through Houston like a decade-long “norther” of social change. Houston was on its way to becoming cool in all the ways that count – and that includes the assault that has taken place upon the ignorant and totally uncool hand of segregation and racism – a quieter battle that continues to this day.

By 1957, our little family home in Pecan Park was whipping up summer-long “northers” inside – thanks to two window units that seemed to cover the needs of our little one-bath sideboard house. By the fall of 1957, I was even taking a UH biology class on home TV – something that would have seemed like a tale out of Buck Rogers back in 1950. My only reservation was the timing of the lecture. Seriously folks. Who really wants to wake up early enough to watch an animal autopsy on television while they are trying to wake up?

I guess I did, ( see carrot and stick here) because it ultimately worked for me.

 

 

If you want a better look at the rosters of these two Texas League clubs, check them out at these two links to the 1950 Beaumont Roughnecks and Houstons Buffs at Baseball Reference.com:

http://www.baseball-reference.com/register/team.cgi?id=b15e635a

http://www.baseball-reference.com/register/team.cgi?id=e03e7218

The 1950 Houston Buffs will always resonant with me for three things: (1) They made me jump for joy when I learned at breakfast one early June 1950 morning that Jerry Witte was now joining the club from Rochester; (2) They made me laugh when I saw fat little Buff manager Benny Borgmann bring the starting lineup out to home plate the first time in those blousy skirt-like shorts the Buffs started wearing to supposedly boost the gate with lady fans; and (3) They made me cry myself to sleep when the Buffs lost to Shreveport on the last night game of the season, missing out on a Buffs tie for 7th place with the Sports that would have spared us from the dead last place all-by-ourselves-alone finish that fell upon us as a result.

I could spend another two weeks about the life lessons that jump out at me from the finding of this old scorecard, and probably will. I just won’t write about them. Your time would be better spent looking for your own reminders of your own life lessons. We all have them. And they just wait around for the day that we revisit them for all there is to learn from even our long ago distant experience with joy, discovery, and occasional disappointment.

Take care of yourselves, folks. And thanks for allowing me the time to rattle.

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 Bill McCurdy

Publisher, Editor, Writer

The Pecan Park Eagle

Houston, Texas

8th Youngest Ever MLB Pitcher Dies at 90

March 8, 2017

Harry MacPherson
8th Youngest MLB Pitcher in History
Dead at Age 90 in Florida on 2/19/17

 

Obituary for Harry MacPherson

http://www.kays-ponger.com/obituary/178669/Harry-MacPherson/

(transcription in full follows below):

Harry W. MacPherson, 90, passed away on February 19, 2017, in Englewood, Florida.

Whether he was on the golf course, enjoying a walk in the woods or taking to the ski slopes in New Hampshire, Harry MacPherson was a born athlete who believed life was best spent on the move.

Sports enthusiast, animal and nature lover and caring father and husband, Harry will be dearly missed.

Harry was born in North Andover, Massachusetts. At the age of 17, he was one of the youngest players to be recruited to the National Baseball League. A right-handed pitcher for the Boston Braves (1944), Harry also played in the minor league for several teams, including Atlanta, Denver, Dallas and others, through 1952. He served in the Navy during World War II.

When he met his true love, Wanda Lee Kenney, he traded in baseball for family life and found a new career with New England Telephone. Harry spent 30 years with the phone company and retired as an engineer in 1984.

Harry and Wanda, who passed in 1997, enjoyed a long and fulfilling retirement in Florida. Their later years included many rounds of golf, beach picnics, beautiful sunsets, family visits, time with their three adored grandchildren and endless laughs and good times with dear friends.

Harry leaves three children, Donald MacPherson and his wife, Robin MacPherson, Jon MacPherson and Linda MacPherson Davidson; three beloved grandchildren, Brian MacPherson, Todd MacPherson and Mack Davidson; and his little Schnauzer, Duchess.

A memorial celebration will be held in the spring. Expressions of sympathy, in lieu of flowers, can be made in Harry’s memory to the Fisher Center for Alzheimer’s Research Foundation at Alzinfo.org.

Lemon Bay Funeral Home is in charge of arrangements. You may express your condolences to the family at lemonbayfh.com

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Harry MacPherson
Had a Career ERA of 0.00
For I MLB Inning Pitched
August 14, 1944

 

 

Harry William MacPherson (July 10, 1926 – February 19, 2017) 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_MacPherson

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Harry William MacPherson (July 10, 1926 – February 19, 2017) was a right-handed pitcher who appeared in one game for the Boston Braves in 1944. At the age of 18, he was the eighth-youngest player to appear in a National League game that season. He was born in North Andover, Massachusetts.

MacPherson is one of many ballplayers who only appeared in the major leagues during World War II. On August 14, 1944 he came in to pitch the bottom of the eighth inning of a road game that the Braves lost to the Pittsburgh Pirates 5-0. Facing four batters, he allowed one walk and no runs in his one inning of work. His lifetime ERA stands at 0.00. MacPherson died February 19, 2017 in Englewood, Florida.

MacPherson gave up no hits in his one-inning afternoon in the sun as an 18-year old MLB pitcher, but he did manage to strike out one batter in his single shot big time appearance.

That’s one more inning, one more strike out, and one more scoreless, hitless inning on a big league mound than the rest of us few million ancient wannabes ever chalked up over the same relatively long ago period of time on the 20th century calendar.

Minor leagues (6 Seasons, 1946-1951)

MacPherson went on to a 37-31 minor league career record, but never pitched again in the big leagues. His time included a 6-4 mark for the 1948 Texas League foes of the Houston Buffs, the Dallas Eagles. Harry’s minor league page at Baseball Reference.Com incorrectly shows him as being 17 when he pitched his one big league inning for the Braves, but that display is incorrect. MacPherson already had turned 18 in July 1944, one month and four days earlier than his August one time MLB shot as an 18-year old right-handed pitcher.

http://www.baseball-reference.com/players/m/macphha01.shtml

Godspeed, Harry! Sounds like you and your sweetheart, Wanda, had a pretty nice extended ride through our little valley of cheers and tears. May the God that Is Love continue to bless your surviving family and other close friends, even though your physical presence has now moved on.

And thank you too, Matt Rejmaniak and Mike McCroskey for sharing your e-mail about the passing of one of baseball’s once youngest MLB pitchers.

We couldn’t find any immediate documentation on Mike McCroskey’s claim that Harry MacPherson became known as “The Boston Blanker”, but we will be most happy to print further comment on how this came to be – from Mike – or from whomever has anything on how that came to be. These guys who made it to the big leagues for all these “one-and-done” moments shall always have a place in the history of the game too. Their resumes may not glow like those of Cy Young and Walter Johnson, but they too once glowed briefly – even if it were only for one inning of one afternoon in a losing cause at Pittsburgh on an otherwise hot and pointless game being played out in the dog days of a wartime season summer.

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 Bill McCurdy

Publisher, Editor, Writer

The Pecan Park Eagle

Houston, Texas

Rainy Days and Paraprosdokians Make Me Glad

March 7, 2017

“A fiery horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty Hi-Yo Silver! The Lone Ranger! … With his faithful Indian companion Tonto, the daring and resourceful masked rider of the plains led the fight for law and order in the early western United States! Nowhere in the pages of history can one find a greater champion of justice! Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear! From out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver! The Lone Ranger rides again!”

What is a “paraprosdokian“? Merriam-Webster doesn’t even take a swing. The word is not contained in their dictionary.

Cut the chase. Go to Wikipedia and get an “ah-ha” answer.

As Wikipedia explains it, a “paraprosdokian (/pærəprɒsˈdkiən/) is a figure of speech in which the latter part of a sentence, phrase, or larger discourse is surprising or unexpected in a way that causes the reader or listener to reframe or reinterpret the first part. It is frequently used for humorous or dramatic effect, sometimes producing an anticlimax. For this reason, it is extremely popular among comedians and satirists.[1] Some paraprosdokians not only change the meaning of an early phrase, but they also play on the double meaning of a particular word, creating a form of syllepsis.”

If that definition falls short of clarity and failed simplicity, give a listen to a few. You either will find that you already know what they each are, or else, immediately you will see that they are little more than just another attempt by the human egos of scholarly types to make something easy sound harder to understand than it really is.

As kids, we picked up on a few of these babies from the generation ahead of us. They weren’t presented to us as paraprosdokians. We just quickly caught the humorous part of each we heard on our own tickle. So much so, that we even started making up our own.

A couple of these paraprosdokians we learned from the great generation of American males fell down upon us during our younger adolescence. And that explains why the only two oldies I still recall had to do with chasing girls with, how else can I put it? In today’s terms, each example is also a model for inappropriate social pursuit:

  1. “Head for the roundhouse, Nellie! He’ll never corner you there!”
  2. “She was only a stableman’s daughter, but all the horsemen knew her!”

Did you catch the double-meaning aspects of each, especially in the second part of the second one? The phrase “horse manure” brays loudly in our ears.

At any rate, without the fancy “P” word ever setting foot in our minds, we were quick to come up with some of our own. And many of these spun off our 13-14 year old shared interest in the Lone Ranger television show we all faithfully watched.

Here’s an example:

Because the Lone Ranger and Tonto were always chasing the bad guys to their hideout shack back in the mountains, The Ranger and his faithful (Native-American) companion, Tonto, were constantly devising new ways to sneak up on the bad guys and spy on them before making the big retribution run inside for the sake of justice, guns blazing.

So, in our versions, we chose to take a “what if things go wrong” approach and put those words into the mouth of the always present invisible program storyteller voice:

“The Lone Ranger had stayed behind to eavesdrop on the Black Bart Gang and had managed to disguise himself as the cabin shack’s front door.  Tonto was riding up hard on the place after sending for help from town by wire. Unaware of the Lone Ranger’s disguise plan, he feared for his boss’s life and raced to force himself through the front door, six guns a blazing. Before the Lone Ranger could make his disguised presence as the door clear to his faithful Indian companion, Tonto shot his knob off.”

“OY VEH, SILVER, AWAY!”

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Thank you, Ed Szymczak (St. Thomas HS Class of 1956), for setting this whole line of thought in motion with that list of 17 paraprosdokians you emailed earlier to The Pecan Park Eagle. Enjoy them all, everybody. Since we never know when our last moment is coming, we may as well spend it laughing, if at all possible.

The Ed Szymczak List of Paraprosdokians

*1. Where there’s a will, I want to be in it*
 
*2. The last thing I want to do is hurt you…. but it’s still on my list.*
 
*3. Since light travels faster than sound, some people appear bright until you hear them speak.*
 
*4. If I agreed with you, we’d both be wrong*
 
*5. We never really grow up…. we only learn how to act in public.*
 
*6. War does not determine who is right, only who is left.*
 
*7. Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.*
 
*8. To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism. To steal from many is research.*
 
*9. I didn’t say it was your fault, I said I was blaming you.*
 
*10. In filling out an application, where it says, “In case of emergency, notify….” I answered, “a doctor.”*
 
*11. Women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the street with a bald head and a beer gut, and still think they are sexy.*
 
*12. You do not need a parachute to skydive. You only need a parachute to guarantee a second skydive.*
 
*13. I used to be indecisive, but now I’m not so sure.*
 
*14. To be sure of hitting the target, shoot first and call whatever you hit the target.*
 
*15. Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian, any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.*
 
*16. You’re never too old to learn something stupid.*
 
*17. I’m supposed to respect my elders, but it’s getting harder and harder for me to find one now.*
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* NOTE: The Pecan Park Eagle especially loves # 14. People who get this one do really well in politics. Listen to the power of its core thought: To be sure of hitting the target, shoot first and call whatever you hit the target. If you plan a bullet train that connects Dallas with Houston, – and the thing ends up connecting Dallas with Lake Charles, Louisiana, you just explain that you were looking for a way from the start to get Texas’ gambling money out of the state quicker and that this was your goal all along. Of course, if that’s the best story you can come up with, you had better have another plan already in motion to move to Lake Charles too and run for Governor of Louisiana at your earliest point of eligibility and opportunity. Such a gubernatorial campaign could brim you over the top of swamp country success and float your boat into an ocean of paraprosdokian expression.
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 Bill McCurdy

Publisher, Editor, Writer

The Pecan Park Eagle

Houston, Texas

Lights Now Out at Hofheinz Pavilion

March 7, 2017

Rainy Days and Goodbyes Go Together
First Game, UH 89 – SW Louisiana 72.
Last Game: UH 73 – E. Carolina 51.

 

On Sunday, March 5, 2016, at 3:00 PM, or thereabouts, the last basketball in history at Hofheinz Pavilion on the UH campus finally got started, Inside from the rain, a fairly good, but far from full house crowd showed to turn the clock and the pages of history on another Houston sports edifice for the last time – even if they are only doing a $20 million dollare renovation on a $2 million dollar basketball pavilion, circa, 1969. If they do their job right, we shall all, hopefully, not even recognize where we are when the place re-opens in a couple of seasons under a new name and a fresh face.

It was a rainy day for the game between our Houston Cougars and the East Carolina Pirates, but we didn’t see any people shedding tears over the loss of the old place. And, as one who had not even been to see a basketball game on campus in 25 years – since my own son was kid enough to want to go – it was easy and quick to see why – sometimes – out with the old – and in with the new – is the only song in town.

Unlike the architecturally significant Astrodome structure, Hofheinz Pavilion has about as much historic or sentimental value as an abandoned and rusty strip center in Sugar Land – still standing, but leaning badly – somewhere near all the new growth of class, good taste, and power in that far southern moon in orbit today around Planet Houston. Hofheinz today is awful, especially if you are a senior with some serious mobility problems.

The descending slippery-from-the-rain court-side aisles have no support bars to grasp. Then, once, or if, you get to your assigned seat, everyone in the aisle has to stand to let you pass them. The same problem exists in reverse for bathroom runs, food, or going home moves prior to game’s rend.

Caution: Make sure you don’t follow my lead by forgetting your cane at home – and be sure that you only bring your good bladder with you. One that peaks too quickly to capacity – and/or one that leaks too fast in slow, slippery walking company – are both probably reasons contributing to the poor attendance by older fans with physical disability limitations at Hofheinz. – “It just ain’t worth it, as things are, friends, even if the team IS winning. The new place has got be a lot smarter and more comfort-conscious than the old place came to be.

But all of Hofheinz’s issue aren’t time-evolutionary. – The place didn’t suffer an amputation of its now missing hand rails. They simply weren’t ever there. – Just another cost-saving decision that someone had to make back in 1969, when the place was going up on a peanut butter and jelly budget.

Don’t get me completely wrong. I’m not here to smack my UH for what was not done in 1969. I didn’t need handrails in 1969 either, any more than the students or younger alums need them now. All I’m saying is “Go Coogs! Let’s get it completely right this time.”

Not just by the way, but lasting 48 years (1969-2017) as an active arena says a lot for the old place itself. And historically, Hofheinz Pavilion was important. – It was the venue made possible by Elvin Hayes and Don Chaney in the UH 71-69 “Game of the Century” win over UCLA at the Astrodome on January 20, 1968. It was the place that served as the first temporary home of the NBA Houston Rockets once they moved here from San Diego in 1971. And it was a place that featured world class entertainment performances by people like Elton John and so many others that the full list from the Wikipedia story on Hofheinz Pavilion is enough to make all heads swim.

Check out the Wikipedia history on Hofheinz Pavilion. It does the old place proud.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hofheinz_Pavilion

My favorite Hofheinz shows were by rock and roll icon Chuck Berry – and by the Broadway touring company that presented “Jesus Christ, Superstar”.

My favorite personal memory is that Hofheinz Pavilion will always be the place I received my doctoral degree on June 7 1975 from former Governor Allan Shivers from the University of Texas Health Science Center at Houston. It’s hard to believe that UH and UT once had a working relationship between them possible, but stranger things happen. Of course, 1975 was back in my own academic hippie looking era. I will always believe that Gov. Shivers gave me a certain look and back-tug on my degree – before releasing resistance with a smile and (I guess) a congratulatory handshake.

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Big E- Elvin Hayes

Elvin Hayes and Bill McCurdy ~ An Earlier Moment in Time

 

Last Dance.

The evening ended as it needed to conclude. The Cougars beat the Pirates, 71-53, and in touching call-up at game’s end, some of great names in Cougar basketball history were called upon to take the floor for one last hurrah from their grateful fans.

The last word for sure was pure eloquence. The great Elvin Hays took the last shot at a basket on the Guy V. Lewis Court  and – of course – it was nothing but net.

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A Joke from that UT@Hofheinz Graduation Night.

As we were filing out from our Hofheinz Pavilion UT post-graduation in 1975, someone in the audience apparently collapsed, inspiring a standby witness to shout loudly – so that most of us could hear, but not see, what was going on:

“Is there a doctor in the house?”

At first, no one ran to render aid, but about 500 of our voices almost laughed the Hofheinz roof into orbit as a result of the first two times the question was shouted.

Fortunately, it was just someone who had passed out from the tedium of what usually is a long and boring evening for almost all who get forced into coming to this sort of thing.

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Auld Lang Syne

I want to thank old Phi Kappa Theta brother and friend Bruce Biundo and his son, John Biundo, for inviting me to go with them to see the last game at Hofheinz Pavilion.  It was great running into another brother, Richard Kirtley – and his lovely wife Laura Kirtley after the game. Richard played football at UH back in the day – and Laura served up spirit as a UH cheerleader. Wow! I was also in their wedding party in the summer of 1967 – and, unless my math has gone totally south on me – that means that Dick and Laura have a 50th wedding anniversary coming up this summer too.  Thanks to all of you for being part of my life – and for allowing me to be part of yours.

In some ways, the buildings we most revere are like the relationships we build with some people over time. The more love we put into them, the more we hate the thought of ever having to say goodbye.

Rest in Peace, Hofheinz Pavilion – and rest assured as you do. You will never be forgotten by all of us who shall love and protect forever the ground you have rested upon for the past 48 years.

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 Bill McCurdy

Publisher, Editor, Writer

The Pecan Park Eagle

Houston, Texas

 

A Tal’s Hill Reflection # 1

March 5, 2017

A Tal’s Hill Reflection # 1: Sunday, March 5, 2017

 

"WE DON'T NEED NO STINKING' WARNING TRACK! ! The Little Ladies of the Wall will keep our center fielders from cracking their heads on the shorter porch as we all watch the homers taking off into the senset!"

“WE DON’T NEED NO STINKING WARNING TRACK! ! The Little Ladies of the Wall will keep our center fielders from cracking their heads on the shorter porches as we all watch the homers taking off into the beautiful Houston sunsets to the west of our Crawford Street baseball crib!”

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Stop! In the name of love
Before you break our hearts

Stop! In the name of love
Before you lose ten starts

Think it over, Mr. Marisnick
Think it over, Mr. Springer

Think it over, Mr. Marisnick
Think it over, Mr. Springer

Think it over, Mr. Call-Up-Guy-From-Fresno

Think it over

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Fortunately, the new shorter center field fence at Minute Maid Park will have a warning  track, but the center fielders will need to remember that the center field fence itself is now going to be 30 feet closer to them than ever before. Any outfielder that forgets and runs into it is going to have to learn the same lesson the my paternal grandfather, Willis Teas of Floresville and San Antonio, Texas once tried to teach me as a kid on one of the times we picked him up at Union Station, the same site as the present MMP. I asked him (and most probably not in these exact words) what would happen to a person who fell from the top of the multiple-stories high railroad station tower?

“It would kill you, Billy,” Grandpa (we called him “Papa”) said, as we sauntered casually past Union Station. Papa dressed like a pipe-smoking Connie Mack. And his eyes glanced back and up to the top of the building as we walked south from it on Crawford toward our family car. “It would kill you, all right,” Papa continued, “but it wouldn’t be the fall that did you in. – It would have been the sudden stop provided you by the sidewalk itself that finished the job. – So, try not to fall off any tall buildings, grandson. I’d miss you.”

Try to hear Papa’s words, Jake and George! The same is true when you’re playing center field in any ball park. We can’t think of any speedy outfielder’s career that was ruined alone by running hard to make a play, but the sudden stop created by walls, for old-timers like Pete Reiser, probably is the reason we now have warning tracks in the first place.

You didn’t need a warning track with Tal’s Hill. Its presence was warning enough, but that’s all changed now. The new center field warning track is a much quicker reach now at MMP.

As fans, we just hope you guys give yourself the time you need to make the mental adjustments to this new important playing condition.

Sometimes, “stop in the name of love” is a good thing. A very good thing. And we are now no longer talking about the danger of walls alone.

Back to baseball. – Can’t wait for you guys to get home and start the regular season.

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 Bill McCurdy

Publisher, Editor, Writer

The Pecan Park Eagle

Houston, Texas

 

 

 

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Richie Ashburn ~ Believe It Or Not ….

March 4, 2017

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Believe It Or Not …. Richie Ashburn was not the kind of lady-killer this absolutely true Robert Ripley story sort of makes him out to be, but the facts on this one have long been witnessed, evidenced, written about and epistled into one the minor halls of bizarre baseball history. Once upon a time, during an August 17, 1957 home game between his Philadelphia Phillies and the New York Giants, future Hall Famer and virtuoso foul ball pitch count-booster Richie Ashburn managed to hit the same female fan twice in a single time at bat with hard struck foul balls. The first one hit Alice Roth in the head. That hard stroke was enough to raise the “Alice Doesn’t Sit Here Anymore” sign above her dangerously close stadium seat location and put her on a stretcher as the first step in her transportation to a hospital.

Once was not enough for Richie Ashburn. He subsequently managed to line a second stinger off poor Alice’s leg as she was about to be carried away.

Here is a link to one of several great stories about the this curiously arcane moment in baseball history:

http://www.billy-ball.com/2010/04/denard-span-and-richie-ashburns-foul-ball-not-an-april-fools-story/

I liked the above referenced article because of the views we get on her grandson’s reaction to the experience. Want more? Just Google “Ashburn hits woman twice in one time at bat” and watch what falls your way.

Believe it Or Not …. Cartoon Creator Robert Ripley had a reputation for either consciously or consciously connecting his two lesser stories in each of these newspaper versions. Ashburn is obviously the headliner in the above featured triad, but we are left to answer a couple of questions for ourselves about what Robert Ripley was thinking.

Believe It Or Not …. What is more deadly? ….  Touching the skin of a Golden Poison Dirt Frog? … Or sitting close enough at a game to feel the touch of a baseball fouled off your head and leg within two minutes of the same Rich Ashburn time at bat?

Believe It Or Not …. Which is faster? …. A ticking clock at the top of Mount Everest? …. Or a decision by Richie Ashburn at any altitude to steal a base – or foul off another dumb pitch?

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Alice’s Resting Spot

and a tip of the cap to earlier times, Arlo Guthrie, nad Alice's Restaurant all in one.

… with a tip of the cap to some earlier times, Arlo Guthrie, and the idea-world-horizon menu at Alice’s Restaurant …. all rolled into one.

You can get all the foul balls you want – at Alice’s Resting Spot
But some of those fouls come in pretty hot – at Alice’s Resting Spot
Sit right down – but try to watch your back
When guys like Richie – take a foul ball hack
You can get all the foul balls you want – at Alice’s Resting Spot

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 Bill McCurdy

Publisher, Editor, Writer

The Pecan Park Eagle

Houston, Texas