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Reprint : Cable Chat

I have some horrible summer cold and feel awful, and I just watched the movie Contagion so I’m feeling a bit nervous as well. Here’s a reprint from way back in 2009:

 

Cable Chat
(Cable Chat is a discussion on cable TV shows and is not to be confused with Bridge Cable Chat a frank discussion on bridge building or Cable Stitch Chat our knitting forum. Sorry for any confusion.)

HBO is showing a great new documentary, Ted Williams!: There Goes the Greatest Hitter Who Ever Lived! which is filled with new information on what many pundits consider the greatest pure hitter baseball has produced.
Ted Williams nicknamed the Splendid Splinter (because of a giant 3 foot splinter that was removed from his back as a rookie) had a love/hate relationship with Boston where he played for the Red Sox from 1939-1960. During interviews with teammates Donald “Dandy” White, Jester Lee, and Cleveland Indians hall of fame pitcher Tommy “Earthquake” McGurk it was revealed that Williams would strangle a hobo as good luck before a home game and two or more before every road game. “It was just something that he did” says Dandy White “I always ate a good luck apple before a game but Ted had this thing about hobos. Sometimes when a playful mood struck him he’d skin a hobo and wear the skin as a suit. It was a grand prank and really loosened the fellas up. The only who didn’t like it was Jerry who was our clubhouse attendant and had to clean up hobo remains.” Indians pitcher Tommy “Earthquake” McGurk remembers “One day we were playing the Red Sox and Ted was in one of his foul tempers, it seemed like there wasn’t enough hobos to strangle to put him right. Well anyway it was the fifth inning and Ted went up to hit with no bat, nothin’, he just walked up to the plate and screamed TONIGHT, I AIN’T USIN’ A BAT and he punched the ball 400 ft for a home run. It was the damndest thing. I was only a little drunk at the time, so I’m pretty sure it happened.” Teammate Jester Lee reminisced “Ted was drunk one night on a drink he invented, he called it a Boston Baked Bean (10 parts whiskey, 1 baked bean, 5 parts whiskey, 1 rose petal, 6 parts whiskey (mull the baked bean and rose petal)) and he was sloshed and he said “When I die my progeny will cut off off my head and put it in a robot Ted Williams and he will be the greatest hitter forever, and he’ll do it without killing hobos”” Lee continued “Sometimes late at night Ted would get sad thinking about all the hobo’s he killed. Jesus, it must have been thousands. But it was a price he was willing to pay to be the best.”

HBO check local listings

Met’s rumors

A&P Press 6/11/12
by Eddie Yost

The New York Mets are vigorously denying reports concerning a grisly solution to first baseman Ike Davis’s hitting woes. Davis, in his third year was once one of the bright spots in the Mets organization but health issues and an anemic batting average (.167) are troubling.
The shocking rumors state that a ritualistic sacrifice of ex-Met hero and current SNY television announcer Keith Hernandez was considered. Furthermore, Hernandez’s skin was to be fashioned into an unholy uniform for Davis to wear. The hopes being that this would appease the fickle baseball Gods and turn Davis’s season around.
An anonymous source close to the situation said in part, “Yeah, they (the Mets) talked to Hernandez’s people about the sacrifice thing…you know make a big deal out of it, giant stone alter in center field, fire works.. a real event. Of course his (Hernandez’s) people were not into it, at all. Frankly they were appalled..bad scene…believe me, the Metsie’s are gonna need to mend a lot of fences there. But Christ, they gotta do something. Management would be happy if Davis was hitting as good as (Ed) Kranepool or even Tim Harkness.”
 

Who’s Who in Major League Base Ball (1933) pt.2

 

Here’s a few more from Who’s Who in Major League Base Ball, published in 1933 by Buxton publishing

Babe Ruth, pt.1

Babe Ruth, pt 2

 

Who’s Who in Major League Base Ball (1933)

My grandfather loved baseball, he was a Giants fan until they moved. When I was born (1962) he started rooting for the Mets and soon I did as well. He left my brother and I this great book about baseball from 1933. Note, some of the players have their home address listed.[click on image to enlarge]

Giants executives, pt.1

Giants executives, pt.2

Note changes penciled in by my grandfather

Again, a trade has been penciled in

from a whole section on coaches

from a whole section on trainers

from the umpire section

from a section called "Baseball Boasts Host of Immortals"

same as above

from a section on baseball writers

Denny McLain at the Organ

While I was reading Dan Epsteins’ great book about baseball in the 1970’s, Big Hair & Plastic Grass, there was a part about Denny McLain and what a truly fucked guy he was. He was the last 30 game winner (he also lost 22 a few years later). He was suspended for running a bookmaking operation. Rumor had it that he injured his foot one year when it was stomped on by mob enforcers for failure to make good on a debt, his explanation for the injury varied from kicking a garbage can while being terrorized by squirrels to falling down a manhole while being chased by dogs. He also released two lp’s. This version of Hurdy Gurdy Man is from his 1968 album Denny McLain at the Organ on Capitol.

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Mets introduce Elfrey!

In an attempt to shake things up in a so far disappointing season, the NY Mets have introduced a second team mascot. Nicknamed ELFREY! he is a smaller version of the beloved Mr. Met.  Mets spokesman Jay Horwitz announced the new mascot, “Mr. Met is still the team mascot, we love Mr. Met, we just wanted to give him a sidekick. To be honest, Mr. Mets giant baseball head has scared some children, the elderly, and pets. So ELFREY! is a smaller elfin version of Mr. Met. We’re all very excited.”

Elfrey! and Mr. Met

Mangled Everyday Torment Skeleton (My Entire Team Sucks IV)

Jesus Christ, as a long suffering Mets fan I knew this year was going to to be rough. I had no illusions, well maybe I thought there was a chance they were going to play 500 baseball. I love baseball, even shitty baseball is better than any other sport but the Mets seem to be testing my limits for shitty baseball. Either flat and unexciting or inept and angrifying they have it covered. I know they ran off a little winning streak but it’s been brutal otherwise. It’s painful to even look at Pelfry anymore, he looks shellshocked and on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Willie Harris was a Mets killer when he was on the Braves and Nationals, he’s still a Mets killer. Chin-Lung Hu has name that would be perfect for a “Hu’s on first” type joke, problem is he never gets to first base. I texted my friend Mike today and asked what the hell happened to Josh Thole this year, he texted back that when he typed “Thole” into his phone it auto-corrected it to “Toilet”. Even cel-phones are laughing at them. Their best pitcher Pedro Beato just got put on the DL. David Wright is tied for second… for most strike outs. Reyes is still an exciting player but he’ll be gone soon. And…they just lost another game, boo-fucking-hoo.