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Managerial Trickery: Like Mentor, Like Martin

April 18, 2016
Billy Martin expressing a difference of opinion on a game call by an umpire.

Billy Martin expressing a difference of opinion on a game call by an umpire. – Has this picture ever crossed your own mind when you think of Billy Martin today?

 

“Billy Martin: Baseball’s Flawed Genius,” the 2015 biography by Bill Pennington, a former beat writer who covered much of the contentious former Yankee’s career in the Bronx, is altogether insightful, factual, three-dimensional, and often funny. The guy that many of us first remember as the black and white TV-pictured second baseman stumbling into the shallow infield grass in the 1952 World Series to make would eventually proved to be a game-saving catch for the Bombers against Brooklyn comes fully alive.

The one aspect that we wanted to share here was how much Billy Martin’s relationship with Casey Stengel honed his already in-your-face attitude about winning to the additional science of trickery as an unsettling effect upon the opposition. – We all remember how “unsettled” George Brett was that time that Billy Martin waited through a game at Yankee Stadium until Brett homered for KC against the Yankees to call the umpire’s attention to how the pine tar on his bat stretched illegally high. Martin’s “helpful” alert to the rules violation only caused Brett to lose his homer, his mind, and the ballgame for KC. – Remember? Brett was a tad distressed by Martin’s attempt to redeem the integrity of the rules governing illegal bats.

Stengel and Martin

The relationship between Billy Martin and Casey Stengel really began when Martin signed with the Oakland Oaks of the PCL as a kid out of high school and Billy failed to make the final cut on the roster of the Oaks in 1947, when Stengel was the manager. An angry and disappointed Martin told Stengel that he was going to regret sending him down from AAA Oakland to Class C Phoenix for the ’47 season. – Sensing it would push Martin’s button to try even harder, Stengel answered Billy’s claim with a challenge of his own. “Prove it!” Stengel told Martin.

Martin more than accepted the challenge. At Phoenix, Billy Martin batted .392 with 230 hits at the Class C Phoenix stop. After finishing at Phoenix, he was called up to play the 15-game balance of games left on the Oaks ’47 schedule. He didn’t a glass of water, average-wise, but his doubles were keys to victory in a couple of games. And he played second base as a kid like veteran under fire. In 1948, Martin easily won a place under Stengel with the Oaks, batting .277 at the AAA level. More importantly, Billy attached himself to Casey on the bench like a Siamese twin whenever possible, discussing game situations and Casey’s strategies for same, and soaking up wisdom as through he were already an apprentice for a first managerial job at age 20. Stengel grew fond of Martin too, calling him “the Kid” – as others also began to refer to Billy Martin as “Casey’s Kid!” Billy sort of became “the kid” that Casey never had. – Billy Martin already had an excellent stepfather who raised him, but “Jack Downey” was not sports-inclined. Casey was the coming of Billy’s baseball dad. After 1948, it was to become a Stengel-Martin manager-player connection for seven more years with the New York Yankees (1950-53, 1955-57). Enough time to fill the mind of Martin with all of the Stengel tricks that Billy learned to use with skill and application to even scenarios that Casey had not seen in his time (i.e., George Brett and the Pine Tar Bat).

A Stengel Trickery Example

Casey even used trickery to help keep his much younger players in line after he became manager of the New York Yankees. The players who liked to carouse, drink, and disregard curfew on the road knew that Stengel was too old to stay up late and watch for clock violators – and Casey knew that they knew this about him too. He also knew that many of his Bronx Bombers enjoyed getting bombed regularly with alcohol.

So what did Casey do?

Stengel sought out the hotel night shift elevator operator who was going to be on duty past curfew time through the early dawn hours. He gave the elevator guy a pen and a baseball and asked him to simply pose as an on-the-job fan who desired their autographs whenever late arriving Yankees finally showed up for the trip to their upper story rooms. After his shift, by whatever financial arrangement Casey had worked out with him, the elevator guy would then leave the signed ball at the desk for Stengel to collect on his way to breakfast.

Casey Stengel. Brilliant. Absolutely. Ingenious.

A Martin Trickery Example

Years later, during Billy’s own managerial career, he instructed his players in the use of something we call the “inning-over, fake-out” play. It wasn’t a play you could use often, or possibly even more than once a decade, but it did work, if a manager had players with some natural acting ability working from the same page. It’s game situation needed to be one in which there were base runners and only one out.

It worked like this: A ground ball is hit to the second baseman. He under hands the ball to the shortstop for a 4-6 force out of the man advancing from first. – Then, even though it’s only now two outs, the infielders, except for the one who took the ball for the force play, all start jogging off the field, as though it’s three-outs, inning over. The shortstop with the ball lingers behind, scratching himself, or pretending to examine the lacing on his glove, and only slowly walking away, but really staying in the area. Then, whenever a remaining runner takes the bait and walks away from his base too, the fielder with the ball runs over and tags him for the real third out. And he leaves the infield too, symbolic “Oscar” in hand.

Pretty darn sneaky, Mr. Martin, but not nearly as cruel as the trick you once played on George Brett.

Thanks for the Memories, Billy Martin

"I know I'll never forget, you!" ~ George Brett

“I know I’ll never forget, you!”
~ George Brett

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eagle-0rangeBill McCurdy

Publisher, Editor, Writer

The Pecan Park Eagle

Houston, Texas

https://bill37mccurdy.com/

 

Barker Red Sox Grab Front Page

April 17, 2016
Wallis News-Review Front Page, April 12, 2016 Barker Red Sox Roar!

Wallis News-Review
Front Page, April 12, 2016
Barker Red Sox Roar!

The Barker Red Sox may be the chronological “babies” of the Houston Area Vintage Base Ball Union in 2016, but it didn’t take them long to find the front page attention of the Wallis News-Review, a community newspaper serving Wallis, Orchard, Frydek, Simonton, and Fulshear since 1974.

Here’s a close-up of the Red Sox story box alone. Hopefully, it will be more readable from a tighter view:

The Barker Red Sox get ready for their first game in Sealy. - The tall smiling slender fellow on the far left is manager Bob Copus.

The Barker Red Sox get ready for their first game in Sealy. – The tall smiling slender fellow on the far left is manager Bob Copus.

The Barker Red Sox, the Houston Babies, and the Sealy KayCees were the three vintage ball clubs that came to play the Spring Festival and Picnic last weekend, Saturday, April 9th, in another example of the new-old sport’s rising popularity.

What’s Vintage Base Ball?

Vintage base ballers play by the 1860 rules for base ball, which even includes  dividing the sport’s name into the two words “base” and “ball”.

Players do not use gloves. They have to catch the ball bare-handed. And they also have to adjust to a few rule differences from today. One of which is – a batter may be called out if a fielder catches his batted ball in either the air or on the first bounce.

The equipment is a little different from today’s too. The bats are a little thinner and the base balls are a little softer. The bases, however, are the same as today; they are 90 feet apart. The umpire is known as the “Blind Tom” –  and players who score then have to ring a bell to get their run added to the team’s run total. There are a few others, but the game is still recognizable as the same one that some of us used to play on sandlots forty to seventy years ago. And just as much joy lives again as the freedom of spirit once did on the sandlot when we filled our “lost-in-the-moment” love of the game with all our heart, hope, and energy.

The Barker Red Sox Sealy, Texas April 9, 2016 "True Grit"

The Barker Red Sox
Sealy, Texas
April 9, 2016
“True Grit”

Getting into the Spirit of Those Times

Like all dedicated vintage ball clubs, the Barker Red Sox got into the spirit of things by selecting classic Boston Red Sox uniforms from the 19th century.

No accident there.

Barker Red Sox founder and manager Bob “Chowda” Copus is an original New England kid who finished his adolescent years as a graduate of Klein High School north of Houston before he took his college degree and began his professional life in the Houston area. He is also a close friend. – More – This guy is the “Ace of Spades” and “Jack Armstrong, The All American Boy’ – rolled into one. – The Red Sox will do well under Captain Copus on this lots-of-fun sporadic Saturday date voyage into base ball from the 19th century.

As one result, The Pecan Park Eagle predicts a great run on the local vintage base ball scene for the Barker Red Sox. If it weren’t so politically incorrect today, and rightfully so, these guys may even become “Boston-culture” good enough over time to actually revive the whaling industry on the weekends they aren’t playing vintage ball.

Wish I could give you all of their player names and base ball monikers today, but I cannot. Maybe next time.

Bill McCurdy and Bob Copus Old friendships are link an ancient oak tree. They possess the power to branch into all kinds of growth directions - especially when one of those limbs is vintage base ball and another is the history of "God's Game".

Bill McCurdy and Bob Copus
Old friendships are akin to an ancient oak tree. They possess the power to branch into all kinds of growth directions – especially when one of those limbs is vintage base ball and another is the history of “God’s Game”.

Looking for Bigger Ink?

The Barker Red Sox are thinking about going to see a game in uniform during the upcoming series between the Boston Red Sox and Houston Astros at Minute Maid Park. If they do, maybe we will see them next time on the sports pages of the Houston Chronicle. If not then, of course, they will be playing a game against our Houston Babies this summer prior to a Sugar Land Skeeters game at Constellation Field. – Maybe “that’ll” be the day of their next big media breakout.

Whatever will be, will be. Just have fun, Barker Red Sox, That’s what vintage base ball is all about. – The rest of our little vintage base ball community is proud of you for making the front page of any newspaper on your first rattle out of the box.

Play Ball! ~ Vintage Base Ball!

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eagle-0rangeBill McCurdy

Publisher, Editor, Writer

The Pecan Park Eagle

Houston, Texas

https://bill37mccurdy.com/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Astros Game Parking Rates Soar

April 16, 2016
"Only $40 bucks from here to MMP? ~ What a deal! What deal! What a deal!"

“Only $40 bucks from here to MMP? ~ What a great deal!”

 

Astros Game Parking Rates Soar

Prices for parking on Opening Day ranged from a low $20 to a high of $60. Depending upon where you sat in MMP, where you bought your game ticket, and where you chose to park your car, you could have paid more for your car’s space than you did for your own seat at the game. We know. Price gouging is always present for parking downtown early in the season – or when the Astros play well – or when they are up against teams like the Royals, Yankees, or Red Sox, but, …. this is a not a problem tied to a complex cause, so much, as it is a challenge to the task of finding a solution that is both fair to all – and acceptable to those of us fan-consumers who are picking up the present heavy parking tab for supporting the team by driving downtown to the Minute Maid Park area.

We are about to describe a problem that is much easier to state than it is to untangle with a solution that comes easily to mind. No clue here on that score. I just know there needs to be one by the people calling the shots here – whomever they may be beyond the Astros.

Genesis of the Parking Problem

The problem started during the planning stages of moving the Astros from the Astrodome to the old Union Station site downtown in the late 1990s. The McLane ownership of the club had no plan for buying any of the then decrepit, empty, and cheap property around the new ballpark site for the sake of protecting themselves or the public from future use by those with other business aims and temporary tastes for price gouging.

As I recall, the building of the ballpark at the corner of Texas and Crawford, just north of the beautiful 19th century Annunciation Catholic Church, was somehow supposed to be the elixir that would simply attract independent interests that would somehow improve the neighborhood with restaurants, nightspots, and residential development that would all come together as a major boost rejuvenating the east side of downtown.

That sort of happened. Sort of. But as I recall from an undergraduate economics class I audited at UH a thousand years ago, something else happened that was much stronger. A UH professor, whose thoughts were easier to recall than his name is now, described it this way:

“To maximize the profitability of the ‘supply-and-demand’ chain that is essential to the success of any business plan, the operator must work to maximize his control of both.”

In the world of MLB, a ball club starts with pretty much 100% of the big league baseball supply that aims to meet the local demand for same. If the public believes their local club has a real chance of winning, if the fans can reach the games, if they can enjoy their time at the ballpark, if they afford to come often, and also not be forced to go to a lot of trouble or extra expense to get there, things should work out fine. – Leave any of those factors out of the picture, however, and that same missing essential part becomes a barrier which blocks the club’s access to their fan base demand. Unresolved over time, that negative becomes either the death knell for the ballpark – or the reason for low attendance that drives the owners to relocate the franchise to another city.

The Brooklyn Dodgers are the best example of what happens when a core of great fans no longer find it convenient or affordable to follow their team.

Today people seem only to remember that the Dodgers abandoned the Brooklyn after the 1957 season. The truth is that Brooklyn fan actually started abandoning Brooklyn much earlier. Caught up in the the Post World War II move to the suburbs, thousands of decades-old fans already had moved to new homes in New Jersey, and elsewhere, and they were continuing to do so, even in 1955, the year the Brooklyn Dodgers won their only World Series.

Check what I’m saying carefully. I said the Brooklyn fans were abandoning Brooklyn. Those fans who moved were not abandoning the Dodgers. That same now affordable car that served as their ark to suburban flight also could still serve as their way to night and weekend games at Ebbets Field, except for one problem. Ebbets Field only had room for 200 parked car. There wasn’t even any open space to build new parking space in the ballpark area and any parking that could be found was only available at price-gouging prices. In the end, the Dodgers would have no good choice, but to leave. When reaching the game became too expensive and bothersome to the suburban Dodger fans, the demand for tickets lost out to the fan fears of inconvenience and expense.

When the St. Louis Cardinals made their 21st century move from Busch Stadium II to the new Busch Stadium III, they did the smart thing. They bought first-usage-rights options, as I understand it, on just about every property within a fairly good short mileage or block radius of their new ballpark. That power to control development has allowed the Cardinals to shape the territory around the new ballpark in the best interests of their club – and that “best interest” qualifier extends to keeping the fans involved, engaged by their nearby retail choices, and protected from price gouging by fly-by-night independent parking lots.

The Enron Field to Minute Maid Park Situation

When the Astros opened for business downtown in 2000, the area was surrounded by blight. The old abandoned Ben Milam Hotel stood out front of Union Station on Crawford for years, sort of like a symbol that Houston rats also need a place to live, even if they only attend ballgames as unwanted guests. – They must have been hot dog fans too. The skinny ones we saw loping down Crawford late in the year 2000 were looking pretty plump over at “The Asbestos Inn” (Ben Milam) by 2009. – Now the Ben Milam is gone, elegantly replaced by the beautiful mid-rise residential property that is now in the early stages of opening to people who can afford the lifestyle. – No word on where the rats moved. They rarely, if ever, leave forwarding address cards.

In the general, the downtown ballpark has definitely been a catalyst for real estate improvement in the immediate area. And in spite of Houston’s oil economy problems, its now more diverse economy as not stopped the construction of a lot more residential and commercial projects on the northeast side of downtown. Construction also has made it easier for those who own open parking lots to charge outrageous prices. With far fewer spaces than we had in 2000, it’s simply become a lot easier for the greater demand to drive price on those fewer spaces sky-high.

Unfortunately, that makes Houston 2016 far more like Brooklyn 1957 than it does St. Louis 21st century, with only one difference. – We Houstonians didn’t move far away from our ball club. We have always lived faraway from everything we want to do. We’re Houstonians. And that’s what we do. – But here’s where we come back to our similarity to the suburban Brooklyn Dodger fans.

Again, we’re Houstonians. We drive cars everywhere. All the time. – As long as we can get there in the 25-50 mile one-way home-to-ballpark drive, and not be gouged for parking, or too many other things, we will continue to attend Astros games at MMP.

Important to Remember

As Houstonians, we are more frugal than you might expect. Even those Houstonians who have deep pockets share a common biological/psychological anomaly with the rest of us. – If a Houstonian has deep pockets – or not, he or she also commonly is afflicted with short arms – when it comes to reaching for a wallet or purse in the face of what appears to be extortion. In effect, we Houstonians will not put up with a price gouge for parking – for long – without turning on a dime to reprogram our minds about our current needs for this ancient demand for live baseball.

Besides, you can see the games better at home on big screen HD television – and you never have to miss a play. You can stop the game in its tracks whenever you need to hit the fridge – there is no blaring loudspeaker music – no pretty girls trying to shoot you in the head with a tee shirt – no crammed in little seat with no leg room – nobody passing in front of you and the screen in the middle of a big play – cheaper hot dogs that taste just as good as the ballpark dogs are plentiful – and no special parking fees are required for your car that weren’t already built into your taxes and HOA annual tab.

The Mayor Suggests

http://www.chron.com/sports/article/Frustrations-about-Astros-parking-reaches-the-7249883.php

Mayor Turner suggests we consider parking in remote lots and taking the train to town. And I guess walking or taking a cab to the ballpark from Main Street.

His Honor means well, I’m sure, but he needs to remember. We are Houstonians. We don’t do public transportation, especially if it’s complicated, risky, or something you have to repeat when the game is over. What happens when a game goes past midnight – Are we supposed to just walk back to Main Street and wait on a train (if they are still running) to take us back to a remote lot by 1-2 AM? – Not for me, thank you. Life’s a big enough crap shoot, as it is. And this Houstonian chooses to do his part in service to survival by trying not to be “in the wrong place at the wrong time” whenever possible.

The Day is Coming

Under the present circumstances of growth, it seems that we are on the way in Houston to a time in which all of the present open parking lots of practical service to Minute Maid Park fans are lost to brick and mortar development. When that happens, we will more closely resemble the Brooklyn 1957 picture, even more eerily. (a few hundred spaces controlled by the club; most of the fans living 25-50 miles away.) – What happens then? It’s too late to do what the Cardinals did in St. Louis during the first decade of the 21st century.

The Seattle Solution for Downtown Venue NFL Seahawks Games

Aren't Downtown Stadiums Grand?

Aren’t Downtown Stadiums Grand?

What happens then?

What happens when we reach the maximum MLB price gouge point in Houston? Does “The Seattle Solution” of  “Let ‘Em Rip – and We’ll Just Play for Whomever Can Still Afford Us” look like an answer for MLB Houston whenever that peak price time comes? And it is coming!’

As was stated here earlier, we don’t see a solution that beats staying home and watching the games a whole lot easier and better at home on television. And we are really clear on this point: The absence of affordable parking downtown is going to be an issue for the average long-commute fan if the Astros remain a contending club on a regular basis. Maybe it will never be as bad as an eight-home-date regular season NFL scenario has come to be in Seattle, but it will be bad enough for us to feel it in our Houston baseball wallets. And we got a bad preview taste of that condition on Opening Day.

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eagle-0rangeBill McCurdy

Publisher, Editor, Writer

The Pecan Park Eagle

Houston, Texas

https://bill37mccurdy.com/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What’s with the Lights at Minute Maid Park?

April 15, 2016
George Springer is All-out Hustle! This non-catch from 2015 had nothing to do with the ball geting lost in the MMP lights.

George Springer is All-out Hustler Who Makes Great Catches!
This non-catch picture from 2015 had nothing to do with the ball getting lost in the MMP lights.

 

What’s with the Lights at Minute Maid Park?

Was that a legitimate error on George Springer in the top of the 6th? It was a looping fly ball to shallow right that should have been caught, but the Astros right fielder lost it in the lights to give the Royals a second base runner with two outs on a fly ball that should have been out three, allowing the hitless Astros to remain down, 1-0, with a chance to still pull off a successful comeback.

Didn’t Happen

The “error” allowed Hosmer to then come to the plate and bop a double to deep left that scored the two runners for KC, upping their lead to 3-0, and seriously reducing the odds on the Astros’ sleepy offense coming back against Kennedy of the Royals and his no-hit stuff tonight.

In frustration, I came here to write my column on the lighting issue, regardless if the consequence tonight of Springer’s “lost-in-the-lights” ball results in a Royals blow-out win, a no-hitter by Kennedy of KC, or an incredible home comeback win for Houston.

Is there something different about the brightness now of some lights? Is Springer the only one to have had this problem in right field? Or is it a problem for all outfielders because of,  either or both, the lights have been installed at a bad height, one that affects vision? Or is the intensity of the lights simply blinding in spots – or at too many angles?

This problem needs to be explored and resolved – and not swept under the natural grass turf as if it were something that never happened.

Glad Tonight Wasn’t Game 7 of The World Series

What if tonight had been Game Seven of the World Series, with Houston hitless and trailing only 1-0 in the top of the 6th? How would we all feel then if an error in right, like the “error” charged to Springer tonight left the inning open on a play that should have been the end of inning? And how would we then feel as fans if our NL opponents then took advantage by adding two or more runs as a result, effectively killing the Astros’ chances of coming back and winning the game and the World Series?

Under those circumstances, would the explanations that “George unfortunately lost it in the lights” or “it’s too bad George hasn’t learned how to approach balls hit into the lights a little better” be enough? – Would either of those stories make us feel OK or better about what just happened?

I don’t think so!

Our Astros Loss Coroner Needs to Study This One Hard

Losing 7 of your first 10 games of the 2016 season is most frustrating. It’s too early to panic, but it’s never too early to look into structural, functional, or light intensity or directional beaming issues – or to take a much closer remedial look at an outfielder’s needs for instructional help on playing the lights. All I know from playing outfield under much worse lighted amateur fields is this: If you can’t see the ball, you can’t catch the ball.

Look into it, Astros. – With all the hope, talent, and possibility that’s on the line for the club in 2016, it’s the least that can be done to help avoid this kind of deadly gaffe down the line. It only takes one seriously deep and neglected pot hole on the road to happy destiny to end the trip at any point along the way.

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eagle-0rangeBill McCurdy

Publisher, Editor, Writer

The Pecan Park Eagle

Houston, Texas

https://bill37mccurdy.com/

Lost Girl Member of Pecan Park Eagles Found

April 14, 2016
22 Year Old Actress Megan McGuff Granddaughter Of Joyce Allyne Deische McGuff, Only Girl Member Of The 1950 Pecan Park Eagles

Actress Megan McGuff, Age 22,
Granddaughter Of
Joyce Allyne Deische McGuff,
The Only Girl Member Of
The 1950 Pecan Park Eagles

 

Wednesday, April 13, 2016 turned out to be another day of evidence in favor of serendipity as a big part of finding what we seek. (“Serendipity” operationally translates as “the unexpected benefit that arises from any action we choose to take – and then do.”) Serendipity always involves either the acquirement of some new wisdom that comes from repeating an action which holds a life lesson for us. Here’s a good example I’ve seen many times over in my “day job”: Sometimes a guy (or girl) has to pick up a second DWI to finally accept that he has a drinking problem. He didn’t get it from the first DWI. The first time it happened, he thought the lesson was “I’ve got to stop driving.” But this time, he sees that “I’ve either got to stop drinking or get help to do so.)

The other major face of serendipity occurs when something happens in a benign social decision we then act upon and the result happens to be something that either changes our life in an unexpected good way, or we simply get a resolution of a mystery that has haunted us for years.

Yesterday my acceptance of, and compliance with, a simple, but attractive lunch invitation resolved a mystery that has haunted the Pecan Park Eagle writer for sixty years. I did not go to the luncheon even thinking of the mystery. It just landed on top of me and answered the question I’ve lived with sentimentally for six decades in a matter of minutes.

“Whatever happened to Eileen Disch?” was my question. I’ve written about her in at least one previous column. In the halcyon 1950 season of our Pecan Park Eagles sandlot team in the Houston East End, our club ranged in age from 8 to 12 years, and “Eileen Disch” was our only female player. Not only that, she was our best pitcher and a very good hitter. And like me and my little brother John on Japonica Street, she lived on the Myrtle Street facial side of “Eagle Field” – just across the way. All of us Eagle kids were either Japonica or Myrtle residents, but only a few of us lived directly across the street from our mid-20th century version of the Elysian Fields.

As we all moved into adolescence, the sandlot games began to fade. By 1954, all of us had flown from the Eagles’ Nest. We all had gone our separate ways. Some moved away, some of us went to different high schools, some of us continued to play baseball, other did not, but all of us were out there growing up at our different rates and speed.

Astromde Attachment 10: The Pecan Park Eagle

Around the time in 1958 that my birth family was moving back to Beeville, Texas, I left Japonica Street for the last time as a resident. It had been my home from the first grade into the start of my junior year in college at UH. I was going to class as my family loaded their clothing baggage to leave that same morning. That night I would go to my new room at the fraternity house near campus. Pecan Park was no more my home in that respect. I simply didn’t realize at the time how much of Pecan Park would be moving with me – and guiding me too – for the rest of my life.

As I drove away from the only home I had ever known that moving day morning in October 1958, I do recall glancing to the right of my ’51 Olds as I drove past the sandlot one last time. The now empty ground that had been the center of my world only eight years earlier remained highly charged emotionally for me, and I remember wondering if I would ever see any of my old friends again. As I quickly reached Myrtle Street and made the left turn west on my way out of the neighborhood, my eyes kept checking the rear view mirror. I watched until my short turn onto Bobby Lee Street took me to Griggs Road and the close-by Gulf Freeway to UH.

Back to the Future (April 2016)

Yesterday I got the answer to “Whatever happened to Eileen Disch?”

I had accepted an invitation to attend a bi-monthly reunion of the 1956 Milby High School Class at the SteakCountry Buffet at Antoine and the north side of I-10 West in Houston. I had been invited by one of my old Pecan Park neighbors and Eagle teammates, Kenny Kern, and Foster Foucheaux, a former classmate and teammate at St. Christopher’s School, to join them. Neil Sweeney, another St. Christopher classmate who did go to St. Thomas with me, also received an “outsider invitation.”

Milby is the high school that Neil Sweeney and I would have attended had we not gone to St. Thomas. I was delighted to go. I wanted to see the three old friends I had not seen in a couple of years – and I also hoped I might have a surprise reunion with someone else I may have known from “the hood.”

I got a surprise, allright.

A fellow named Jack McGuff sat with my friends and I at one of the long tables. And, as these things go, conversations quickly jumped back to the days on our old shared turf. All of a sudden, Jack McGuff looks over at me and casually remarks about my mention of “Myrtle Street.”

“Did you say Myrtle Street?” Jack asked. “I married a girl who lived on Myrtle Street. Her name was Joyce Deische.”

“Joyce Disch?” I asked with excitement. “Do you mean ‘Joyce Eileen Disch’?”

“No,” McGuff responded, ” I mean ‘Joyce Allyne Deische’.”

Jack had to spell out her name. I had forgotten that her first name was really “Joyce” – and I apparently never knew how to spell her preferred middle name and family name. As a kid, I had just spelled them out phonetically in my mind and wrote them out as I thought they should be spelled.

Indeed, it was same lone girl Eagle player I recalled from 1950, but she was “Allyne Deische” – and not “Eileen Disch” – as I had recorded her identity forever in error.

I told Jack and the others about how great “Allyne” was as a pitcher for the Pecan Park Eagles, and I asked McGuff, a Pearland architect, to give his wife a hug and hello from Bill McCurdy when he got home.

“I’d like to do that, Bill,” Jack said, “but Joyce died from MS a couple of years ago. We had been married for 56 years when she left us. I still miss her, but we had a good life together and a happy family, raising two boys and a girl – and being active as coaches to the kids’ baseball and softball play as they were growing up.” Jack’s love for Joyce Allyne was quite apparent in his gentle voice, but my solution to the mystery was also saddened by the news of her death. God rest her soul in  love and peace.

Jack McGuff also brought the rainbow too. Their 22-year-old granddaughter, Megan McGuff is now getting started as a stage musical and dramatic actress and is playing an ensemble role as “Hortensia” in the national touring company production of the Broadway hit “Matilda”. – Granddaddy just beamed as he spoke of her abilities.

http://www.houstonfamilymagazine.com/2015/08/31/megan-mcguff-artistic-drive-passion-and-determination/ When I later researched Megan McGuff on Google for this column, I could not believe my eyes when I saw her beautiful face.

Stunning!

Megan McGuff is the spitting image of her grandmother, the former lone girl member of the Pecan Park Eagles, Joyce Allyne Deische McGuff!

Goodnight, Allyne! – I’m sorry you are gone, but it’s good to know you apparently had a very happy life that followed your Pecan Park Eagle days. Great for me also to have the mystery resolved. And happy also to know that you are now safe at home for eternity. In memory of you as one of the pioneer Houston girls who played baseball with us grungy boys, I gave Jack one of my copies of our book, “Houston Baseball: The Early Years, 1861-1961.”

Jack was deeply moved by the gesture. It’s quite obvious that he still cherishes the memory of you – and the love you both brought to each other. That love never goes away.

Now you soar in a new sky. ~ Fly, Eagle. Fly.

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eagle-0rangeBill McCurdy

Publisher, Editor, Writer

The Pecan Park Eagle

Houston, Texas

https://bill37mccurdy.com/

 

 

Opening Day: Birthplace of Eternal Hope

April 13, 2016
Mustachioed famous Astros fan Valentin Jalomo and good friend and SABR colleague Sam Quintero smile for the camera at the Astros Fan Street Festival on the afternoon prior to the Opening Day game between Houston and Kansas City,

Mustachioed famous Astros fan Valentin Jalomo and my good friend and SABR colleague Sam Quintero smile for the camera at the Astros Fan Street Festival on the afternoon prior to the 2016 Opening Day game between Houston and Kansas City.

Opening Day and Eternal Hope are only cliche’ in the sense that waking up daily on the top side of the grass and having a “good day”absolutely are bound together. Among baseball fans, who wants to give up either of these joined conditions?

Opening Day also can be maddening. Opening Day 2016 in Houston was only maddening to the extent that arriving five hours earlier than first pitch was way too too long a stand for these old legs to wobble around upon at stroll pace in the dripping steam of what felt like our hottest day of the always short-lived Houston spring. It was that harbinger day we have every year that Houston’s summer blast furnace door is rattling and will soon kick open full blast. On Monday, “The Eagle” was wilting by the time we finally got to Collin McHugh’s first pitch of a good outing on the mound.

Valentin Jalomo’s Non-Business Card

At the Astros street festival, we finally met Valentin Jalomo, that handle bar mustache guy who’s been standing in the open space arch behind the Crawford Boxes since his days as a Carlos Lee fan. Carlos Lee  is now gone, of course, but Valentin Jalomo is still with us as a friendly, gentle, but avid Astros fan. We enjoyed our casual moments with him.

Valentino Jalomo offers people a most congenial handshake and personal card that really comes across as his short plan for a long peaceful life – at least. as far as those things we have some power to control from becoming the giant killer stresses in our lives. They are a powerful combination for pursuing our most important non-material passions with peace of mind.

Valentin 041116How sweet is that? It is possible that a guy who stands in an archway watching baseball all season is one of the richest people in the world.

There a few Bagwells and a bunch of Altuves running around the Astros Opening Day Street Festival.

There were a few Bagwells and a bunch of Altuves running around the Astros Opening Day Street Festival.

The Street Festival

The occasion had music that probably appealed to the tastes of “millennials,” but not to ours. That’s OK. We get it. There aren’t a lot of people in my age range still walking around above the ground – and even fewer of us who would venture out to an all afternoon street festival prior to a night game version of Opening Day.

Whoop-tee-do. We got some free three ounce bags of pop corn, sunflowers seeds, and countless discount coupons for more groceries on that level of nutrition value, plus the opportunity to buy raffle tickets or purchase items to our hearts galore from the Astros souvenir shop – or various kinds of food and drink at several vendors on the street. Then we got in line for the 4:00 PM admission into the air conditioned comfort of the closed roof temple that is our Minute Maid Park.

The Astros fan attendant staff was friendly, helpful, and effective. Back in the Chisholm Trail cattle drive days, they could have gotten us all to Dodge City in record time.

Escape from the swelter was a welcome relief.

Escape from the swelter was a welcome relief.

The Pre-Game Stadium Hours

Once inside, everyone had a literal chance to chill out, eat at leisure, keep on buying, or find their seats and watch some of the pre-game work on the day. By the time we were driven inside, Kansas City had the field for their batting practice.

Nearing Game Time, Old Glory made her always glorious appearance. Good thing. There would never have been a first Opening Day without her.

Nearing Game Time, Old Glory made her always glorious appearance. Good thing. There never would have been a first Opening Day without her.

 

Then came the introduction of players and enough residual smoke to remind us of the old cigarette clouds at the Astrodome.

Then came the introduction of players and enough residual smoke to remind us of the cigarette clouds at the Astrodome.

 

Roger Clemens (top) and Jeff Bagwell threw out dual first pitches to Dallas Keuchal and Carols Correa, respectively.

Roger Clemens (top) and Jeff Bagwell threw out dual first pitches to Dallas Keuchal and Carols Correa, respectively.

 

The Game

Great way to start the new season. Collin McHugh kept the Royals scoreless for the win; Carlos Correa banged out three hits; and Rasmus hit the Colby-Jack HR that spelled victory for the Astros over the Kansas City Royals, 8-2. Seems like last year, but amped.

Great way to start the new season. Collin McHugh kept the Royals scoreless for the win; Carlos Correa banged out three hits; and Rasmus hit the Colby-Jack HR that spelled victory for the Astros over the Kansas City Royals, 8-2. Seems like last year, but amped by expectations that reach winning out in 2016.

 

Channel 11 Weather Guy Mario Gomez and his lady friend sat directly in front of us. He was as nice in person as he seems to be on TV. I really wish now that I had asked them both to turn around for this field shot.

Channel 11 Weather Guy Mario Gomez and his lady friend sat directly in front of us. He was as nice in person as he seems to be on TV. I really wish now that I had asked them both to turn around for this field shot, but I was in my non-obtrusive mode.

This club looks good early, even through the 3-2 loss that transpired in Game Two. We may have fielded the best hitting club in franchise history. Our only apparent week spots this early continue to be Jason Castro at catcher – with some concern for Carlos Gomez in center and Luis Valbuena at 3rd base at the plate. Correa and Altuve are golden; Rasmus looks ready for a monster year; Tyler White at 1st base is hitting like an early Rookie of the Year Candidate; things look hopeful for George Springer achieving a high level of production; and Preston Tucker is starting well in limited action. The jury is out on Evan Gattis. It took him several weeks to get started last year and he started Game Two of 2016 going 0 for 4 and not looking all that sharp.

Carlos Correa cannot do it all for the Astros, but he can do far more than his own share. The presence of this guy on a club makes everyone around him look even better.

Carlos Correa cannot do it all for the Astros, but he can do far more than his own share. The presence of this young star on the Astros club makes everyone around him look even better.

Pitching is the concern. We liked what  Keuchel is still the man among starters  – and McHugh’s appearance in the opener bodes well for his return to 2015 form, as does Fiers’ recovery after the first inning 3-run bomb he gave up in tonight’s 3-2 loss to KC. – Our starters all need to stop digging those first inning holes. As we saw in Game Two, sometimes those holes hold up as all our opponents needed. The recovery of Lance McCullers is vital too, as are several other parts of this year’s dream that 2016 finally will be the time that the Astros both reach and win the World Series.

It’s too soon to know about the pen, but we liked what we saw in Chris Devenski over one 3 inning stint with 4 strikeouts.

It’s too early to judge this team, of course, and the season is long, but it’s never too early in April for GMs to be thinking, even on limited play information, about what needs they may have to fill or tweak by late May or early June. Part of the navigational assignment of every management team is keeping an eye on where the team is actually going relative to where the compass settings were on Opening Day.

As fans, we will settle for the simple expression of hope of Opening Day, which in places like Brooklyn, New York and Houston, Texas, was and is: “Maybe this year is the next year we’ve been waiting for!”

Play ball, everybody! ~ And let the baseball good times roll!

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eagle-0rangeBill McCurdy

Publisher, Editor, Writer

The Pecan Park Eagle

Houston, Texas

https://bill37mccurdy.com/

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Trio of Parodies for Our 2016 Astros DP3

April 11, 2016
Carlos Correa, SS 2016 Houston Astros

Carlos Correa, SS
2016 Houston Astros

 

Correa, Correa (to the melody of “Corinna, Corinna”)

Correa, Correa,
Can you stay here long?
Correa, Correa,
Can you stay here long?
We been worried about it, Carlos,
Houston’s gotta be home.

We got a day time bustle,
Got a night time swing,
Got a club called “Astros”,
MMP and everything,
But if we can’t keep Carlos,
Say goodbye to spring.

Correa, Correa,
Cat, we’re of one mind.
Correa, Correa,
Cat, we’re of one mind.
Just stay with us, Carlos, baby,
And everything will be fine.

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Jose Altuve, 2B 2016 Houston Astros

Jose Altuve, 2B
2016 Houston Astros

 

Jose, Can you see? (to the tune of “The Star Spangled Banner”)

Jose, can you see, our big opportunity?
Your fond dreaming, we hail, at the twilight’s last gleaming.
Your broad stripes as a star, thru the perilous fight,
O’er the Crawfords, we watch, as your home runs go streaming.
Fireworks lend a red glare, as your bombs burst in air,
Our proof, through the night, that our pennant’s won fair.
Jose, will that newfangled Series banner yet reign,
O’er the land of you and me, and the home – of Jim – Crane!

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Tyler White, 1B 2016 Houston Astros

Tyler White, 1B
2016 Houston Astros

 

White Isthmus  (to the tune of “White Christmas”)

 

We’re dreaming – of a White Isthmus,

That joins our hopes – along the way,

Where our stars all glisten – and GMs listen,

To needs – we will know by May.

 

We’re dreaming – of a White Isthmus

With every ticket that we buy,

May our games be – merry – and bright,

May our new – first baseman – be – Ty White.

 

We’re dreaming – of a White Isthmus,

Just like the one – we used to know,

Where the home runs tag well – like Mr. Bagwell,

To slay – foe – pitchers – in a row.

 

We’re dreaming – of a White Isthmus,

With every cute tweet that we write,

May our dreams – and triumphs – hang tight,

Then we’ll know – our Isthmus – is – Ty White.

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eagle-0rangeBill McCurdy

Publisher, Editor, Writer

The Pecan Park Eagle

Houston, Texas

https://bill37mccurdy.com/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vintage Ball in Sealy on a Great April Saturday

April 10, 2016
A Good Time Was Had By All. Sealy, Texas Saturday, April 9, 2016

A Good Time Was Had By All.
Sealy, Texas
Saturday, April 9, 2016

A good time was had by all who ventured fifty miles west of Houston today to the Sealy, Texas Spring Festival and Vintage Baseball Games. The Houston Babies and the Barker Red Sox made the trip this year to enjoy the day and to introduce the vintage game to the new Sealy club. We don’t know if they have an official name, as of yet, but one of their players was wearing a Kansas City Royals cap. We found out as the day wore on that the Sealy group were all members of the local Knights of Columbus chapter. That was the easy part. In lieu of vintage uniforms, the Sealy club all wore modernly styled Knights of Columbus tee shirts that will work fine until their 19th century style uniforms arrive.

Bob Copus and his Barker Red Sox were resplendent in their pure as the white of a driven snow uniforms. It was the perfect background for the Patriotic red lettering, cap ringing, and red sox. They all looked as though they had grown up as neighborhood members of the sacred Fenway Temple in Boston, but Manager Bob Copus is the only one we know who reasonably qualifies on that score.At least, he spent his early years in the Boston area as a rabid Boston Red Sox fan.

Unfortunately, prior commitments kept the Katy Combine from joining us again today and the newly forming Motor City Strikers could not make a full team appearance in spite of the all out efforts of former Houston Babies pitcher and new Motor City manager, Bob Blair to get them there.

Like all other social formations we humans create, the same rules apply to starting a new vintage base ball club: No one has the limitless ability to roll a rock up hill forever. People either get the idea – or they don’t. And the joy of its sandlot days soul-based similarity – and the notions of fun, freedom, and hope for the future – all of these blessings and more – that came so naturally to us as kids – now belong only to those who are willing to show up and find out for themselves – is this sort of thing still fun for me, or not?

As a result, the three clubs on hand used the morning session of about an hour and a half each to scrimmage without a scoring plan – using an unusual, but quite workable substitute plan of Houston Babies manager, Bob Dorrill.

2 of the 3 "BOB" Managers Bob Dorrill of the Houston Babies and Bob Copus of the Barker Red Sox go over the special rules governing today's 3-team scrimmage. Manager Bob Striker of the Motown Strikers Couldn't be here today. April 9, 2016

After lunch, Managers Bob Dorrill of the Babies and Bob Copus of the Red Sox went over the round rules prior to their scored game.

In today’s scrimmage, each team took a time at bat in each inning of play. Each club all played a rotating plan each inning that allowed each of them to have one time at bat, one time in the field, and one time on the bench – per inning. The Babies have been playing vintage ball since 2008, but the Red Sox and Sealy clubs are both new to the really old 1860 rules game for the first time in 2016. It was a great day for getting a feel by experience of the rule differences involved in playing the game this way.

The day could not have been better, weather wise. Fifty miles west of Houston, we picked up the edge of a mild cool front that blew through our shaded dugout at the nicely manicured and fenced Sealy ballpark. The breeze felt good, but never chilled. And the winds on high provided us with a moving picture of various textured gray clouds that kept breaking into finger-lake skies of blue on the eastern horizon.

At lunch, those of us in uniform ate free at the festival center, one that came complete with a stage, lunch tables, a dance floor, and a great sounding Mariachi band. Some of the little kids at the festival even got out there and danced the noon lunch hour away to the quick beat of numbers like “The Mexican Hat Dance.” Our lunch choices weren’t fancy, but neither are we. Hamburgers and hot dogs worked to our game break tastes just fine. Of course, outside the main hall, local crafts people and cooks had all kinds of sweet treats and curio stuff for sale.

In the only afternoon scored game, the veteran club Babies defeated the rookie Red Sox by a score of 6-4, but the latter gave a good account of themselves, using actual play as the best way to find a comfort zone with glove-less baseball and slightly different playing rules from those that govern modern baseball.

Here’s a pictorial of our laid back, enjoyable vintage base ball day in Norman Rockwell’s small town Americana. Thanks, Sealy. Thanks for helping us believe, or imagine,  that you really are – still out there – in a serene place where all or most of your people have learned to live in respectful harmony with each other.

That’s it for the Eagle tonight. ~ Let’s allow the pictures to sing our way out of here. ~ Enjoy the rest of your weekend, everybody!

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The Barker Red Sox came hungry and ready to play.

The Barker Red Sox came hungry and ready to play.

 

The veteran Houston Babies club took a more laid-back approach to the new season.

The veteran Houston Babies club took a more laid-back approach to the new season. ~ Featured here, L>R, are Alec Schmelter, Robert Pena, and Robbie Martin.

 

The Red Sox came to hit. ....

The Red Sox came to hit. ….

 

.... and run.

…. and run.

SABR writer Joe Thompson decided to make a little history of his own this year as a new member of the Houston Babies.

SABR writer Joe Thompson decided to make a little history of his own this year as a new member of the Houston Babies.

The always fun to be with Mike McCroskey arrived in time to keep all the Babies loose with his wit, wonder, and wisdom. He was accompanied by his cute and smart youngest daughter, Meghan, who is graduating from high school in May.

The always fun-to-be-with Mike McCroskey arrived in time to keep all the Babies loose with his wit, wonder, and wisdom. He was accompanied by his cute, respectful, and very intelligent youngest daughter, Meghan, who is graduating from high school in May.

 

The Red Sox brought some lumber too. Doubles were not an unusual event today.

The Red Sox brought a winning attitude and some lumber to the game. Doubles were not an unusual event today.

 

Near the end of the day. Babies Manager Bob Dorrill had the game situation in hand, as per usual.

Near the end of the day, Babies Manager Bob Dorrill had the game situation in hand, as per usual, but the Red Sox made a great first showing today in a scored game.

 

Since there was no score kept in today's workout, Bob Stephens of the Babies was kept in a black and white time warp cage until a more meaningful competitive moment on another day to come. When he did play today, the silver-haired assassin took it easy on those in the field.

Since there was no score kept in today’s morning workout, Bob Stephens of the Babies was kept in a black and white time warp cage until a more meaningful competitive moment that same afternoon. When he did play today, the silver-haired assassin still took it easy on those in the field.

 

"The sneer is gone from Bobby''s lip, his teeth are clenched in hate; he pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate. And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go, and now the air is shattered by the force of Bobby's blow."

“The sneer is gone from Bobby”s lip,
his teeth are clenched in hate;
he pounds with cruel violence
his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball,
and now he lets it go,
and now the air is shattered
by the force of Bobby’s blow.”

 

Baseball always was, And always will be, America's great game.

Baseball always was,
And always will be,
America’s great game.

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Footnote on the Photos: Thank you, Bob Copus of the Barker Red Sox, for the pictorial contribution, from the lead photo to the last, of group pictures 1, 3, and 13, that feature both the all three club composite as our lead-in shot – to the two other great Red Sox team pictures.

Our apologies to the Sealy club that we were not able to spread ourselves thin enough to get some photos of your club. We’ll make up for it the next time we meet on Vintage Ball Road.

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eagle-0rangeBill McCurdy

Publisher, Editor, Writer

The Pecan Park Eagle

Houston, Texas

https://bill37mccurdy.com/

Simulated Time Machine is Thing of Beauty

April 9, 2016
By Salvador Dali

By Salvador Dali

This linked photographic art process and production possesses all the allure of a real time machine, except we are able to avoid the danger that exists in an actual time travel experience. If the real thing were yet here, how many of us time travelers would get trapped in our time warp destination by the same kind of memory plague that so often now throttles us on the Internet? We are stopped from accessing a site, or from moving to another, or from returning from our time travel, in this instance, because we could not recall our password for activating our account and signing in for the trip home to 2016? If we think contacting Amazon, Google, or Quicken is hard now, imagine the nuisance it would become trying to reach the monolithic mailer site that sent us to the past in the first place.

Do any of us really need a personal experience with what it’s like to be long gone and totally forgotten as just another Wagner card or apple core – buried in an attic trunk by someone’s once-upon-a-time act of either hoarding or mishandling an object in hand. Over time, the treasured Wagner card and the now unrecognizable apple remnant that fell into the trunk by a careless toss are equally lost, even if a few minds in 2016 covetously have retained a dim memory of great-grandfather’s Honus item.

This little “movie” was put together by the progressive use of old still-shot photos, artful movement continuity integration, new photographic technology, and a creative genius that itself that layers itself around an expert understanding of the science and art that this project required. He or she also possessed the will to carry it to a new creative frontier.

The “Old New World” (Photo-based animation project) is the creation of an artistic photographer – who identifies himself or herself here only by the site username of “seccovan” – who has left us with a genuine time travel simulation. It takes us beautifully, mysteriously, almost surely, back to 1931 from 2016. Then, while an ancient recording of (if it’s a crime, then I’m) “Guilty” plays out as our acoustical transporter, we virtually travel back in time to New York City and Washington, DC of the early Great Depression era to find all the HD quality movement of humans and their machines, and we even see the ancestral pigeons that walked the sidewalks of New York  then as their progeny still does today, in search of food, peck by peck.

The trip confirms something that many of us have suspected from early childhood, based on actually available “real movies” from those earlier actual movie times. That is the fact that – back in the old days – the world truly was a thing of artful satisfaction in all the glorious shades of gray that exist between black and white.

Have fun, with thanks again to Darrell Pittman, who sent this link to me no more than two hours ago. It gave me something to write about tonight that was a lot more fun than any of my collective reflections on the Astros pitching performance in New York this week. Besides, the season is early. Nothing fatal happened in New York – and, besides, the trip you are about to take to New York of 1931 is a lot more pleasant.

Before you disappear through the link, make sure that your sound is on and – go to full screen, asap. We’ve watched it both ways, full and small screen. Size matters.

Here’s the link:

 

The only thing missing after this short piece – besides the pop corn – is the Woodie Allen movie that usually follows this kind of cinematic introduction.

And, please, if you have a better understanding of how the artist did this powerful piece, please share your knowledge with the rest of us as a comment on this column.

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Note: If you have trouble going to full-screen on the first link, try the following similar one. Our trip is the first item in this larger site of similar works.

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eagle-0rangeBill McCurdy

Publisher, Editor, Writer

The Pecan Park Eagle

Houston, Texas

https://bill37mccurdy.com/

 

Headlines & Stories & Stuff

April 8, 2016

headlines

Most of us in Houston didn’t find anything funny about the way the Yankees handed the Astros the seat of their uniform pants by 16-6 in the second game of the season, but one would have to be a humorless idiot not appreciate the way the headlines-maker handled the New York rally from their opening day defeat. In spite of the assumption that’s been done a thousand times since Star Wars came out back in 1977, it still plays well to one’s ear for irony.

“EMPIRE STRIKES BACK” wrote the Houston Chronicle above their 4/07/16 coverage of the Yankee Astros-demolition in Game 2 yesterday. Now what will they write tomorrow, after the Yankees rallied for a 9-6 game three win and a 2-1 series victory over our ‘Stros?

How about “FORCE FAILS AGAIN” – That line would keep us in the same theme park.

No other exact headline examples come to mind in this moment, but when you grew up in the visual and auditory field of cliches, you never know when an actual headline may peel itself free from the conditioned memory pile and drop itself at your feet as a gentle reminder that you didn’t simply dream or make this stuff up.

The cliche’ pile

Growing up with the Houston Buffs in the 1940s and 50s, we got a lot of “Herd Stampedes Tulsa, etc.” headlines from all three of our major news dailies, the Chronicle, Post, and Press. – That’s right. – When Houston was a minor league town, we had three major papers. Now that we are a major league city, we only have one minor league daily. But, in fairness, let’s give the Internet some of the credit or blame for this one. Nobody really gets their news from newspapers anymore – and less and less so either from local commercial TV stations. Even the 24/7 news networks cannot act as fast as the Internet – and all the social media streams that instantly spread their non-vetted versions of distorted and blatantly false facts and conclusions to our growing world of Gullible’s Travels.

Headlines don’t have to be true anymore. They just have to fit the theme of the event, or, in the case of baseball, the theme of the club’s mascot.

Let’s say Cleveland out scores the AL New York club, 15-1. That easily becomes INDIANS MASSACRE YANKEES.  Of course, we all know that. Just as we know these others so well. Given  different game situations and teams, the accomplishment verbage shifts dramatically, but, nevertheless,  it’s still the same old story, a fight for love and glory, a case of truth or liar. ~  The fundamental stench floats higher ~ as time goes by. . …

blow out wins

GIANTS STOMP or TRAMPLE ….

TIGERS MAUL OR DEVOUR ….

CARDINALS FLY BY …..

MARINERS MARINATE …..

D-BACKS RATTLE …..

RAYS BURN …..

BRAVES/INDIANS … MASSACRE, SCALP, TOMAHAWK, CHOP (Braves do more chopping)

ROCKIES AVALANCHE …..

PIRATES PLUNDER ….

WHITE SOX SCANDALIZE ATHLETICS

ASTROS ACHIEVE NEW HIGH …..

come back wins

DODGERS DODGE DEFEAT …..

REDS/ROYALS RALLY …. (Yeah. That’s right too. Alliteration finds its way into the headline game also.)

PADRES PRAYERS ANSWERED …..

MARLINS SPEAR ONE IN 9th …..

ANGELS EARN WINGS LATE …..

RED SOX STITCH LATE SCORE HOLE …..

PHILLIES BY NOSE AT WIRE …..

CUBS TRADE HIBERNATION FOR ONE-CLAW WIN …..

TWINS DOUBLE PLEASURE WITH DOUBLE RALLY …..

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The above are but a few of the cliche headline piles that occur in the moment, but we would love to hear some of your favorites – or memories of actual MLB headlines.

Personally I’ve been waiting a very long time for the Yankees to sign a closer named “Custer” – and for him to come in and blow the pennant to Cleveland on the last day of the season – or the World Series to Atlanta – any year. – Can you easily grasp the cliche’ headline that either of those outcomes would inherit from some news source in some similarly expressed form?

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eagle-0rangeBill McCurdy

Publisher, Editor, Writer

The Pecan Park Eagle

Houston, Texas

https://bill37mccurdy.com/