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It’s hard for me to believe the Scooter is gone. Every day, some reminder that it’s all temporary. I’m lucky enough to remember him when he was still the Yankees shortstop, fighting off the likes of Willie Miranda for his yob [sic] in the bigs. When the Yankees cut him on Old Timer’s Day at the Stadium [cold bastards that they were], the terrific Gil McDougald played short.
I heard his early broadcasts with Melvin Allen [Israel] and Walter [Red] Barber. He was, at the time, quite competent and later came into his own as a fine announcer. It wasn’t until years later that he became a blithering idiot. Speaking of blithering idiots, Rizzuto stole Harry Carey’s “Holy Cow” trademark call. Years later, Bill King, a fantastic football and basketball announcer [and a somewhat less than fantastic baseball announcer] popularized “Holy Toledo.” Philip might have grabbed that one or any of the other “Holies” out there…
RIP, said blitherers and/or plagiarizers.
Pictured below is Phil Rizzuto on a 1952 Topps card that Topps reproduced a few years ago.
…”, would have said Carroll O’Connor [as Archie Bunker]. After his arrest, he pleaded guilty, paid his fine, was placed on probation, and had his 10 days in jail stayed [after all…]. Now the AP is reporting his political career is in jeopardy.
Hey Jimmy Olsen, ya think?
… So then was then and now is now, Larry Boy. Life goes on. Buck up, cowboy. One door closes, another door opens [no pun intended]. Amerika is, and always has been, a nation that gives second chances. Hire yourself a good PR firm. Before long, you’ll be doing Miller- Lite commercials [Tastes great, less filling]. Then you can have tee- shirts made that say, “I’m a Ho from Idaho.”
Nice legacy, pud.
Moral of the story? Don’t talk with an undercover cop in your mouth.
Edited to add: From my Email, help has arrived.
It’s only a matter of time before we have the gay escort and personals site called larrycraigslist.com.
Next thing you know they’ll be reporting our “enemy” as petulant, preposterous, and [heaven forbid] promiscuous. I’m certain that somehow, some way Haliburton is profiting from the increased use of Thesauruses. Conspiracy theories run rampant.
> Obama, Hilary, and Edwards are all better suited, at this time in their lives, to play second fiddle.
> The best potential candidates [Mario Cuomo, the best of the best is a good example] are dissuaded from participating because their fathers aren’t former heads of the CIA and/or they’re not capable of keeping skeletons buried. Rudy Giuliani is quickly finding this out.
> The dolt “W” will one day make a terrific baseball commissioner. It would be like putting the “Peter Principal” in reverse. He would, in effect, sink to his level of competence.
> Bud Selig gets a bad rap regarding the issue of the steroids. His hands are tied by the strongest union in this or any country.
> The home plate umpiring in MLB is scandalous. I’d like to believe that some of these outrageous calls are due to incompetence, rather than dishonesty. When did the idea of a “subjective” strike zone become prevalent? Did it begin October 8, 1956, when Babe Pinelli called the last pitch of the game to Dale Mitchell a strke although the pitch was eye high, completing a [somewhat less than] perfect game for Don Larson in the Woild Serious?
> Michael Vick acting out an old Southern tradition, reminds me how great it would have been if the South were permitted to secede from the nation, back in the day. They’d now be a third world country.
… therefore, I am- what I am and that’s alls that I am.
If The Otters, of the Sea variety , are to come on strong during the remaining 45 days of the bazeball [sic] season and win one for the Zigger, here’s what needs to happen: Miggy Tejeda, Papi Ortiz, Vernon Wells, Andrew Jones, Matt Cain, Jered Weaver, and Barry Zito must put up the type of numbers down the stretch I expected all year. Not to much to ask!!!!??????!!!!!!!!!!!!!??????????
In addition to Cain and Zito, Brad Hennesey and another one of my starting pitchers, Tim Lincecum [Escobar, Maine, Lidge, Wagner and Street round out my staff] are all Giants. Said San Franciscans, with some pressure from the “Barry Bighead’s Dog and Pony Show” removed, must finish strong in order to boost me to the top.
Since, “it ain’t over ’til it’s over” [FYI, Everett “Rocky” Bridges , not Yogi, said it first.], I’ll not give up hope.
Sunday brought wonderful and sad news.
My dear sister-in-law-emeritus, Deb, will soon be a grandma for the second time. Her precocious grandson, Gabriel Vandale Dickens, is pictured below. I wish her late parents and sister were alive to celebrate her joy.
The sad news is that her longtime boyfriend, Gary, passed away. I wish her late parents and sister were alive to help her cope with her grief.
As I see it, Hilary and Oboma are unelectable. Don’t kill the messenger.
More than likely, former New York Mayor Giuliani will be the next President. Based on this story, we’re likely to have “business as usual” for the next four years.
Beautiful. Just beautiful.
What started out as a cathartic post last November has turned into something really special. Sharing memories, acquainting/reacquainting myself with fellow KLC alum, and putting names to pictures [and pictures to names] has been great fun.
So, here’s a story: When Kittatinny needed a nature counselor and a waterfront leader, Uncle Henry Moss [whose voice over the loudspeaker accompanied “revelry” each morning, assuring us that “It’s a great day to be alive, longs and shorts, up-up-up…”], was heard to say, “Get me the best names in the business.”… and we got Milt Forrest and Dick “The Fish” Trout.
Thank you, one and all.
Edited to add: In addition to the aforementioned, I’ve come to realize that 95% of my happy childhood memories occurred at camp and that 95% of my unhappy childhood memories were at “home.” Conclusion? “Life’s a mixed bag”… and besides, It’s never to late to have a happy childhood.
Check out these photos of KLC, and the 1999 reunion. Bob has identified almost everyone, and if you have anything to add, please comment.
Photo #1 KLC 1959? L-R: Bob Berk, Dad Berk (Nathaniel), Dick Berk, Dad Berkowitz (Sam), George Berkowitz
Photo #2 KLC 1961 – Ellen Hader
Photo #3 KLC 1961 – Sue Goldis
Photo #4 KLC 1961? Cookie Rubin
Photo #5 KLC 1961 – L-R: Dick Berk, Helen ?, Craig Pearson
Photo #6 Helen _____ (yellow), Ellen Hader (red)
Photo #7 KLC Reunion 1999 – L-R: Wendy Hankin, Ellen Hader, SteveHankin
Photo #8 KLC Reunion 1999 – Counterclockwise from top left: Sue Hoffman (Lipoff), Jerry Levin, Craig Pearson, Irv Lipoff, Larry Boff, Art Baskin, Alan Sacks, ?
Photo #9 KLC Reunion 1999 – Carol Zeit, Gary Kauffman
As always, if you have photos to share, let me know by email at firstname.lastname@example.org