Post by $heriff Tom on Jun 16, 2010 9:06:28 GMT -5
Well, I decided to start back up at the dawning of the 1997 season. I never completed 96, but got disheartened by doing a bunch and somehow losing them in a computer issue. I hate going back and redoing things. Someday....
So heres my starting point. Hope you enjoy....
FRIDAY, APRIL 11, 1997
OPENING DAY
“I may enjoy it, but I don’t condone it…”
YANKEES vs OAKLAND A’s
Well, lets kick this hornets back off with the dawning of the 1997 Home Season. Duly noted on the linescore as Champs vs Chumps. Playing the role of the Chumps, the A’s (long known as the A’sholes round these parts) . In the “date” section I scrolled “A Glorious Happenstance” with the game being played at “the home of the Brave-beaters.” I got this as a FRIDAY opening day….great googly moogly! What a recipe for disaster. Who schedules that??
Lots of scrawls on this card. Yay me! I was the “First one reprimanded - for cursing.” Apparently the odds were 8-1 id be the first one to get a warning of any sort. The 10-1 odds for me being first thrown out did not come to fruition. (in that regard, Paul Kaplan stood at 2-1 odds, but lasted as well). Im guessing around this time things were switched up to flat benches out there and we lost our comfy seating, as someone wrote, “what the F*@k is with these benches? Are we at the JV soccer game?”
Some stupid marching band played before the game, and were rewarded with seats! “They got free seats for that?” someone snarled. “They should have been kicked out for that!” The pregame fun was not over, as the mayor was booed heartily, even as the Championship flag was being set to ascend.
Joe Dimaggio threw out the first pitch. Hey, we loved the Yankee Clipper, but more than one person was heard to exclaim, "again???"
First time we heard the bell was at 12:19, as Ali’s grandson led the honors. “second fight” sparked up at 1:21. The first one was apparently “outside.” No further details offered, sadly. 1st warning that had nothing to do with me was snapped from security at 1:24. And apparently “first lumberjack sighting” was at 1:15. Our own house band was not struck up till 2:35, with a rousing chorus of Y R U GAY.
Our good friend Jose Canseco was blessed to be parked in front of us in right, and took his fair share of hoots. “Good to see Jose out here” someone said, settling in. “Jose should be the offfical RF for every team we play” someone replied. According to the card, Jose and the bleachers were “exchanging pleasantries” as early as 11:30 AM out there. By the 12th inning…yes, this went on this long….someone threw a bottle at the guy. No word where it came from but Im sure we were blamed.
Filip Bondy was also around, accompanying his grey-bearded Dad, who was promptly branded Moses. Whenever the guy stood up, someone new would speak out in a deep voice, “Thou Shalt Not Be A Met Fan!” or some such. Apparently a “Dave” got the boot, and since he was wearing a red Yankee hat, we deemed that as the reasoning for it.
Fans were in quite a mood. Even Cousin Brewski, all smiles, was shouted down with a “Brewski’s a dick!” Soon after, and I can tell time by placement on the card directly underneath that statement, there was a “beachball assassination” by George, who apparently was not busy off flying his plane that day. We used to fight with each other for the chance to pop the beachballs that would occasionally make a cameo out there in 39.
Conversations were ripe. Apparently someone knew a person who “wacked off to Mary Poppins.” We talked about someones Mom, who enjoyed playing basketball, cause she liked the “hard-wood” In quite the groaner of a line, someone said, “her son is autistic…that means he is a good painter.” “Sit down, 1980s Howard Stern!” was thrown at a guy with shaggy hair and shades.
Someone had, of all things, a BASEBALL JOKE BOOK out there. Only one corny joke made the card, regarding the reason horses don’t play the outfield. Something about not being fans of flies or some such. Another fan stood up holding up some gaudy sign splashed with color. Someone noted it looked like “a wallpaper sign” which led someone else to tell them “toss some water on the other side! Stick it on something!”
More commentary. Gang Bang Steve emphatically stated Cubans “don’t hustle.” A nice quote to take away from the game, though context was never explained was, “I enjoy it…but I don’t condone it.” In fact, I made that this games subheader!
Ah, a poll! A fun one. FUNNIEST NAME OF A GAME. The winner was “poker.” Others getting votes (although no totals were tallied) included Hopscotch, Parcheesi, Marco Polo, Life, Hangman, Yahtzee, Hungry Hungry Hippo, and Blind Mans Bluff.
Apparently a raucous Bleacher vs Box Seat food-fight sparked up in the top of the 6th. Shame on us all.
Game went into extras, time for more fun. Apparently a guy was walking around in the open with a can of beer that inning. No word on wether or not he lasted the full 12 (innings, and beers) Not much else on here, seems we were pretty well behaved.
Lets wrap the fun part with the scorecard condition. Counting 6 MO’s (mystery outs) on here which is only 1 every 2 innings. However, I do see the elusive “MDP” - a missed double play. Yay! I seem to have kept score for most of the game, which shocks me, being a Friday and all. Maybe I had no money for beer. Really surprised at how neat this scorecard is.
AH, as to the game. Well, Mark McGwire hit a home-run, steroid boosted of course, TO THE BLACK! To cut to the chase, Jokeland pulled this one out 3-1, in TWELVE FRIGGIN INNINGS. Your losing pitcher? Our friend Jeff Nelson. The winning pitcher? Our friend Aaron Small!
Lineups looked like this. The A’s offered up Tony Batista as SS, Brosius 3B, Canseco RF, McGwire 1B, Berroa DH, Giambi LF, Ernie Young CF, Scott Spezio at 2B, and in the who the F*(* is that department, George Williams behind the dish. Other luminaries who appeared in pinch or replacement roles included Matt Stairs and Damon Mashore. Mike Mohler got the start and threw a serviceable 6.1, followed by Richie Lewis, Billy Taylor, and Small, who threw 3 hitless innings (with 2 BB and a K) in his winning effort.
In your Oakland wrap, Batista went 0-3 with the racist K-K-K. Canseco went an impressive 0-6! McGwire batted .500 on the day with a 2-4 and his deep blast. He did manage to get picked off second by David Cone, which Im sure was ripe for a few guffaws.
Yankees countered with SS Jeter, 3B Boggs, CF BW, 1B Tino, DH Fielder, Rf O’Neill, LF “Hard hittin’ Mark Whiten, 2B Duncan, and C Girardi. Pat Kelly, Tim Raines, and Luis Sojo all made cameos. David Cone got the start on the hill, and threw 7 scoreless innings, walking 4 and whiffing TWELVE, before the cavalcade of relievers. Mike Stanton and Brian Boehringer left without causing too much trouble, before MARIANO BLEW THE SAVE. In 1 inning he was torched for 3 hits and a jack to the black by McGwire. Jeff Nelson finished up, packing up a loss, giving up 2 key runs in 3 innings of work. Yankee hurlers did manage to strike out 15 Oakland batsmen on the day into eve.
On the Yankee side of things, both Boggs and Paulie went 2-5, but nothing of note, despite Girardi managing 3 whiffs in his 5 trips to the plate wielding the wood.
Your arbiters on the day were the late Durwood Merrill behind the dish, Dale Scott at first, Dave Phillips at 2B, and Rocky Roe at third. Game slogged, but it was 12 innings after all. 56,710 called the Stadium home that day, in dry conditions, with a start-time temp of a cool 48 degrees.
I hope you enjoyed this entry of TOMS SCORECARD MEMORIES! The door is always open. Ill leave you with todays DOOF OF THE DAY, the aforementioned Oakland catcher, George Williams. I swear I forgot this guy existed. He did stick around 4 seasons, got a seasons worth of at-bats with over 500, cracking a whopping 10 homers with 48 RBIs, and a .243 career mark. I do believe this qualifies him as A DOOF.
So heres my starting point. Hope you enjoy....
FRIDAY, APRIL 11, 1997
OPENING DAY
“I may enjoy it, but I don’t condone it…”
YANKEES vs OAKLAND A’s
Well, lets kick this hornets back off with the dawning of the 1997 Home Season. Duly noted on the linescore as Champs vs Chumps. Playing the role of the Chumps, the A’s (long known as the A’sholes round these parts) . In the “date” section I scrolled “A Glorious Happenstance” with the game being played at “the home of the Brave-beaters.” I got this as a FRIDAY opening day….great googly moogly! What a recipe for disaster. Who schedules that??
Lots of scrawls on this card. Yay me! I was the “First one reprimanded - for cursing.” Apparently the odds were 8-1 id be the first one to get a warning of any sort. The 10-1 odds for me being first thrown out did not come to fruition. (in that regard, Paul Kaplan stood at 2-1 odds, but lasted as well). Im guessing around this time things were switched up to flat benches out there and we lost our comfy seating, as someone wrote, “what the F*@k is with these benches? Are we at the JV soccer game?”
Some stupid marching band played before the game, and were rewarded with seats! “They got free seats for that?” someone snarled. “They should have been kicked out for that!” The pregame fun was not over, as the mayor was booed heartily, even as the Championship flag was being set to ascend.
Joe Dimaggio threw out the first pitch. Hey, we loved the Yankee Clipper, but more than one person was heard to exclaim, "again???"
First time we heard the bell was at 12:19, as Ali’s grandson led the honors. “second fight” sparked up at 1:21. The first one was apparently “outside.” No further details offered, sadly. 1st warning that had nothing to do with me was snapped from security at 1:24. And apparently “first lumberjack sighting” was at 1:15. Our own house band was not struck up till 2:35, with a rousing chorus of Y R U GAY.
Our good friend Jose Canseco was blessed to be parked in front of us in right, and took his fair share of hoots. “Good to see Jose out here” someone said, settling in. “Jose should be the offfical RF for every team we play” someone replied. According to the card, Jose and the bleachers were “exchanging pleasantries” as early as 11:30 AM out there. By the 12th inning…yes, this went on this long….someone threw a bottle at the guy. No word where it came from but Im sure we were blamed.
Filip Bondy was also around, accompanying his grey-bearded Dad, who was promptly branded Moses. Whenever the guy stood up, someone new would speak out in a deep voice, “Thou Shalt Not Be A Met Fan!” or some such. Apparently a “Dave” got the boot, and since he was wearing a red Yankee hat, we deemed that as the reasoning for it.
Fans were in quite a mood. Even Cousin Brewski, all smiles, was shouted down with a “Brewski’s a dick!” Soon after, and I can tell time by placement on the card directly underneath that statement, there was a “beachball assassination” by George, who apparently was not busy off flying his plane that day. We used to fight with each other for the chance to pop the beachballs that would occasionally make a cameo out there in 39.
Conversations were ripe. Apparently someone knew a person who “wacked off to Mary Poppins.” We talked about someones Mom, who enjoyed playing basketball, cause she liked the “hard-wood” In quite the groaner of a line, someone said, “her son is autistic…that means he is a good painter.” “Sit down, 1980s Howard Stern!” was thrown at a guy with shaggy hair and shades.
Someone had, of all things, a BASEBALL JOKE BOOK out there. Only one corny joke made the card, regarding the reason horses don’t play the outfield. Something about not being fans of flies or some such. Another fan stood up holding up some gaudy sign splashed with color. Someone noted it looked like “a wallpaper sign” which led someone else to tell them “toss some water on the other side! Stick it on something!”
More commentary. Gang Bang Steve emphatically stated Cubans “don’t hustle.” A nice quote to take away from the game, though context was never explained was, “I enjoy it…but I don’t condone it.” In fact, I made that this games subheader!
Ah, a poll! A fun one. FUNNIEST NAME OF A GAME. The winner was “poker.” Others getting votes (although no totals were tallied) included Hopscotch, Parcheesi, Marco Polo, Life, Hangman, Yahtzee, Hungry Hungry Hippo, and Blind Mans Bluff.
Apparently a raucous Bleacher vs Box Seat food-fight sparked up in the top of the 6th. Shame on us all.
Game went into extras, time for more fun. Apparently a guy was walking around in the open with a can of beer that inning. No word on wether or not he lasted the full 12 (innings, and beers) Not much else on here, seems we were pretty well behaved.
Lets wrap the fun part with the scorecard condition. Counting 6 MO’s (mystery outs) on here which is only 1 every 2 innings. However, I do see the elusive “MDP” - a missed double play. Yay! I seem to have kept score for most of the game, which shocks me, being a Friday and all. Maybe I had no money for beer. Really surprised at how neat this scorecard is.
AH, as to the game. Well, Mark McGwire hit a home-run, steroid boosted of course, TO THE BLACK! To cut to the chase, Jokeland pulled this one out 3-1, in TWELVE FRIGGIN INNINGS. Your losing pitcher? Our friend Jeff Nelson. The winning pitcher? Our friend Aaron Small!
Lineups looked like this. The A’s offered up Tony Batista as SS, Brosius 3B, Canseco RF, McGwire 1B, Berroa DH, Giambi LF, Ernie Young CF, Scott Spezio at 2B, and in the who the F*(* is that department, George Williams behind the dish. Other luminaries who appeared in pinch or replacement roles included Matt Stairs and Damon Mashore. Mike Mohler got the start and threw a serviceable 6.1, followed by Richie Lewis, Billy Taylor, and Small, who threw 3 hitless innings (with 2 BB and a K) in his winning effort.
In your Oakland wrap, Batista went 0-3 with the racist K-K-K. Canseco went an impressive 0-6! McGwire batted .500 on the day with a 2-4 and his deep blast. He did manage to get picked off second by David Cone, which Im sure was ripe for a few guffaws.
Yankees countered with SS Jeter, 3B Boggs, CF BW, 1B Tino, DH Fielder, Rf O’Neill, LF “Hard hittin’ Mark Whiten, 2B Duncan, and C Girardi. Pat Kelly, Tim Raines, and Luis Sojo all made cameos. David Cone got the start on the hill, and threw 7 scoreless innings, walking 4 and whiffing TWELVE, before the cavalcade of relievers. Mike Stanton and Brian Boehringer left without causing too much trouble, before MARIANO BLEW THE SAVE. In 1 inning he was torched for 3 hits and a jack to the black by McGwire. Jeff Nelson finished up, packing up a loss, giving up 2 key runs in 3 innings of work. Yankee hurlers did manage to strike out 15 Oakland batsmen on the day into eve.
On the Yankee side of things, both Boggs and Paulie went 2-5, but nothing of note, despite Girardi managing 3 whiffs in his 5 trips to the plate wielding the wood.
Your arbiters on the day were the late Durwood Merrill behind the dish, Dale Scott at first, Dave Phillips at 2B, and Rocky Roe at third. Game slogged, but it was 12 innings after all. 56,710 called the Stadium home that day, in dry conditions, with a start-time temp of a cool 48 degrees.
I hope you enjoyed this entry of TOMS SCORECARD MEMORIES! The door is always open. Ill leave you with todays DOOF OF THE DAY, the aforementioned Oakland catcher, George Williams. I swear I forgot this guy existed. He did stick around 4 seasons, got a seasons worth of at-bats with over 500, cracking a whopping 10 homers with 48 RBIs, and a .243 career mark. I do believe this qualifies him as A DOOF.
