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I can remember my dad coming home from a business trip and giving me a piece of yellow note paper with Lynn Swann's signature on it. I can remember pinning next to that autograph on my bulletin board a folded piece of white ruled notebook paper with Earl Campbell's handwriting, procured while he filmed a Skoal commercial on our school's football field in 1980 - though I don't have the actual memory of him signing it.
I can remember being solicited for an autograph at an airport in my early 20s by a young boy, remember signing my name in confusion and then taking in the look of disappointment on the boy's face as he realized I wasn't who he thought I was. He never told me whom he thought he had, and to this day I don't know.
In my entire lifetime, I don't think I've ever sought an autograph of my own more than once or twice. It just hasn't been my thing - perhaps it's shyness. As a boy, I collected many things - baseball cards, ticket stubs - but never autographs. Yet I recognize that for many people, they are treasured things - and I'm not talking about the business of selling them. As mere keepsakes, they have power.
But I can't say I'm not perplexed by this power. Is the source of it evidence of an encounter with greatness or celebrity? If so, how does that power transfer with the autograph - how does it retain its significance after you've passed it on? Is it somehow greater than a photograph of or with a celebrity? Is it somehow greater than pure, unadulterated memory? At their core, what makes autographs special?
These questions arise because of a controversy at Dodger Stadium, chronicled by T.J. Simers of the Times, about people - or more to the point, kids - finding dramatically reduced access to autographs this year. There's a lot of anger circling the issue. I'm not surprised by it, but I can't say I share it, because I still don't really quite comprehend autographs. They're simply not a part of the ballgame experience that I care about. In contrast to my desire for a foul ball, for example - I'd surely be up in arms if I got one this weekend and the Dodgers suddenly decreed I needed to throw it back, as in olden times - I'm dispassionate about them.
Perhaps what I wonder most about autographs is about children's interest. Nature or nurture: Do kids instinctively want autographs, or is the desire coached from elders?
I guess if someone handed me a bonafide autograph of Abraham Lincoln, I'd think that was pretty jaw-dropping. But I don't find myself needing Russell Martin's autograph, or Manny Mota's autograph. On the other hand, I find myself kind of wanting R.J. Reynolds, or Roy Campanella, or Zack Wheat. Not that I'd ever ask anyone for them. It's a very idiosyncratic, strange thing.
I hope this issue resolves itself properly, but mostly for the sake of peace in our times and happiness for our young ones and all that. It's probably my own flaw, but I'm not sure I'm in step with the majority position that there's an intrinsic need or right to get autographs at a baseball game. I don't contest it; I just don't share it.
Jon's thoughtful piece is in marked contrast to the purposely contentious trash printed by Simers. The man has made a career of making much ado about nothing and outrageously slanting his arguments by any means necessary, up to and including partial quotes, misquotes and his favorite--quoting out of context. Simers as a journalist is a piece of slime. If that sounds harsh, it also has the benefit of being true.
If this issue is to be resolved for the best of all parties involved, you can bet TJ Simers isn't interested in the slightest. He's interested in banging a drum and any drum will do.
-D4P, no flamebait, but I feel exactly the same way about golf.
Until we ran out of baseballs for over the line.
My uncle gave me an authentic ball signed by some Dodger team from the late 50s, I believe. Most of the big names (e.g. Koufax, Drysdale, etc.) are on it.
Kinda funny to think how big those names once were and how far they've fallen from grace.
That is truly sad.
Tiger Woods showed up here this week reiterating his understandable belief that he can win this summer's golf Grand Slam.
Then his opponents -- exasperated gasp -- agreed with him.
"He has already won four majors in a row, so it's not an impossible feat," Phil Mickelson said this week. "I think it's doable."
Doable? Lefty, are you that dork-able?
I dont find a problem with Mickelson's quote.
Plaschke's apparent uneasiness with golfers acknowledging the greatness of Tiger Woods though is a problem.
He tries too hard to be edgy and controversial, and fails miserably in the process.
While there, my dad handed me a sheet of paper and told my brother and me to go over to that man sitting a few yards away and ask for an autograph.
I took my brother with me, approached the older man, and asked if we could have his autograph.
He took the sheet of paper, and asked me for my name. I said "Greg and Todd," but in a rumbled voice he said, "no only one at a time. What is yours." He began working on my autograph, and asked me to go get another sheet of paper for my brother. I did, came back, and he was still working on mine.
He spent what seemed to be about 10-15 minutes writing a phrase, picture, date, and signature for both my brother and I.
After he completed his work, he asked my brother and me for hugs, and gave us both big bear hugs at the same time.
That wonderfully calm, sensitive, beautiful man, who I came to love adore, admire, and respect more for this encounter than for anything he did athletically or politically?
Muhammad Ali.
"Service to others is the rent we pay for our place in Heaven" - Muhammad Ali 8/3/86.
That said, I've never been much for seeking autographs myself. However, when I was in Vero Beach last month, I happened to show up on autograph day. So I got my program signed by LaRoche, Kent, Schmidt, Andruw, and Kemp. It's cool to have, but I honestly felt a little silly. I'm a grown man, and I shouldn't be asking other grown men for their signatures. But I figured, it's all part of the Dodgertown experience, so why not? Maybe some day I'll be able to impress my own kid with an authentic Matt Kemp autograph.
One thing I absolutely cannot understand, though, is how anyone would ever pay top dollar to obtain an autograph on eBay or from a sports memorabilia store. The FBI investigated the problem of forged memorabilia during the late 90's and early 00's and found that well over half of athletes' and celebrities' autographed memorabilia is forged (and the actual percentage is probably significantly above 50 percent). The only autographs I'll ever collect are those I personally obtain from the athlete or celebrity.
That seems like a pretty big gap for this early in the season.
The ELO version has it 52-19.
Anyway, the first game I went to in 1974 as a nine-year-old--always to be remembered as The Night I Met Vinnie--I went down to the box seats for autographs. It was well before game time, so none of the snobs who want the riff-raff kept out now were there. By the dugout, Davey Lopes was talking with a pair of blondes. I walked up, waited for a pause, and asked for his autograph. He said, "Sorry, but Alston has us going in for a meeting." I thought I understood. More than half an hour later, I looked. He was still taking with the same two blondes.
I wish him well in his treatment for prostate cancer. But pardon me if I think of him as a miserable excuse for a human being.
Woah, PECOTA is really different.
On the other hand, autographs are fun, because they are a physical reminder, of an event, or conversation with a certain player or coach. It is an opportunity for kids to meet someone who does what they do, at a very high level, and often talk with the player, which at times, can be inspiring to young kids. For my son, going to Vero Beach and meeting players has helped instill a drive in him to work harder than other kids, and put in the time to become the best player he can be. To me, that is a life lesson, not a baseball lesson. It will stay with him long after he is done playing ball in college, or maybe even the pros. Baseball is generational, and a useful tool in raising young boys to become men. It has always been that way.
30 What should I do with my Grady Little autographed ball?
Bench it for a proven veteran ball.
Other early autograph memories come from waiting outside the ballpark after the game for the players to go to their cars. My success in that area was fairly limited - the ones I can remember are Dave Anderson, Brian Holton, Shawn Hillegas, and Tim Leary. It was nice to meet the players, but also very frustrating and time-consuming trying to get my favorite players to come over and sign my card out of all the other people trying for the same thing.
Since then my dad always asks if I want so-and-so's autograph when famous players are at his little league tournaments, but I always politely decline.
My most rewarding autograph experience was last spring when I went to Florida for a week. Getting the autographs of all the youngsters was cool and all, but it was more fun talking to the player for a few minutes, getting an idea of what kind of personality they have, asking them a question or two. Those are memories that will stay with me for a long time since they weren't just some guy writing on a ball.
When I was going to Biola they always took the incomming students to a Dodger game. Well back then Todd Worrel was the closer for the Dodgers and he happens to be a Biola alum. Well some of us got to go to the game well before the gates opened and go on the field and dugout while the players were stretching. Got to shake hands with Todd and have our picture taken with him. While I really would have loved some autographs, I didn't ask. Piazza and Karros were just feet away.
I was in awe when the card and photo was mailed back to me, both autographed. I still have them. I understand the power of an autograph. When you're a kid, and a person you regard as a hero takes a minute of time to do something for you alone, that's an incredible feeling. Youngblood was arguably the best defensive end in the NFL when he took a couple minutes to answer a favor for a kid in north-central Pennsylvania, something he didn't have to do. That meant a lot.
With that said, I don't collect autographs anymore, at least not from a generation that is now half my age- doesn't seem appropriate for a 43 year old man to ask a 25 year old man for his signature. But if I had the opportunity to get a signature or picture with one of the heroes of my youth, I would still do it.
And, I assumed my kids would do the same especially if I shared my philosophy with them. But, they seemed to get distracted when near someone well known and recognizable and if they were to get a chance they would ask for an autograph much to my chagrin.
My kids are older now and I don't think they ever saved any of the autographs they obtained or ever looked at them again once they got them. With them it was the process, that and something else I still don't understand. Ah, something to explore with them....
My Dad got a ball autographed by Tommy at an Italian restaurant. It too sat on my shelf until I needed a ball to play catch with.
When Boston was in town for the Coliseum game, they were staying at the Westin in Pasadena. I know an acquaintance who took his sons to get some autographs. All the main players signed for the adults in line but walked right past the 6 year old and the 8 year old. The kids were pretty bummed after that.
OT: I picked up Rock Band, and it is awesome. I am amazed at how fun it is to sing in that game
I brushed shoulders on the street with Bill Clinton
I agree. They just happened to be walking by and had their gloves in the car. So, they grabbed them and ran over to the line where the players were signing things.
I am pretty sure I had dinner with Mickey Mantle at my Grandfather's country club in Pebble Beach. But, due to the warping of my mind with television, I don't trust a lot of my childhood memories :)
I had that same book with addresses. When I was 12 I sent Kirk Gibson some cards to sign with a note written on an index card. It said something like "Sign these two cards, and this too." It was a very curt note with nary a "please" to be found. When I found it about ten years after the fact I was ashamed that I was so rude. Also, since the 1989 cards had not yet come out yet, the cards I had Gibson sign were all Tigers cards.
My brother once saw Rod Carew in the Mall of Orange in 1986, and Carew signed a napkin for me (it was all my brother had for him to sign). The signature ends with "Rod Carew 3053", signifying his career hit total.
I'm not sure when I lost the craving for autographs. I was probably in high school or so. Ever since then, the experience of meeting a sports star is the rush rather than have their name signed on a ball or piece of paper.
I still however proudly display a baseball signed by Eddie Murray, my favorite player of all time. It was a gift for my 21st birthday, and he even signed it "Happy Birthday No. 21" before his name.
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For me, probably the most meaningful handshake was with Cal Ripken. I met him this year when he spoke at our company's national conference. That was very cool.
I couldn't care less about autographs now, but I remember being impressed when my friend told me he had Lasorda's.
Myabe consistency doesn't matter, but why not try that if were going to try everything else?
Hitters just not clicking yet.
Although I was never really into the whole autograph thing, it hurt when my favorite player, Frank Thomas, shot me down. I had the 1990 Topps Frank Thomas misprint rookie card in hand ready to be signed, but no. Not too long after, a friend came and rubbed an autographed Bo Jackson (2nd favorite player) in my face. That was the end of me caring about autographs.
I have a Sandy Koufax autographed card, the autograph coming because my mom had some sort of connection to his wife once a long time ago, and that card is still one of my prized possessions. My whole baseball card collection is, no matter what it's worth monetarily it's worth more sentimentally. I don't quite get the excitement about autographs either, but I know that meeting, even if briefly, a larger than life ballplayer when you're a little kid can be magical. Or, when it's Don Stanhouse on autograph night and you're a 10 yr old kid and he says "no," it can also be heartbreaking. Until you later realize he's a jerk and a crummy pitcher and who needs him anyway. (Yes, that happened to me.)
Which reminds me, I DID want Ron Popeil's autograph a fry bag when I saw him at LAX In 'n' Out. (He was with his family eating so I left him alone.)
When I was a kid, my grandparents lived in Palm Springs. My brother and sister and I had been staying with them (without our parents), but it was time to head home to L.A.
We were flying. A short flight, a small plane. We got to preboard, because we were unaccompanied minors. One other guy got to pre-board. Bob Hope . Cuz, well... cuz he was Bob Hope .
My grandmother, Sue Weisman -- who is now a healthy 93 years old -- approached Mr. Hope and without hesitation asked him to watch over her three grandchildren during the flight. Keep in mind this was about three decades ago. Bob Hope was a HUGE star. I have no idea what he thought of the request, but he was very gracious and agreed.
The plane had two seats on either side of the aisle. So my younger siblings, Robyn and Jon, sat next to each other in the front row to the right of the aisle. I have no memory of who got the window seat and who got the aisle seat between them. But I know where I sat. I sat in the front row aisle seat across from them. (I was the oldest, so I was the one sitting alone.) Sitting next to me was Bob Hope . Now, this was a night time flight. And not crowded. I remember very clearly that I was kinda annoyed by the seating arrangements. I had flown before, but I had never flown at night and I was young enough to think I'd have a better look at the stars and the moon. So I had really, really wanted a window seat. I also can't imagine that Bob Hope 's first choice would have been to sit next to a bunch of kids.
But we both made the best of it. I told him that I had actually seen him on tv twice the previous day. (Again, remember, he was a huge star then, so this was not unusual.) His golf tournament was during the day, and he had been on a Dean Martin Roast the previous night. He explained to me that the Roast had been recorded weeks before.
That's about all I remember. And I'm sure in the next few days you'll see and read a bunch of much more efficacious and worthwhile tributes to the man. There are a couple movies of his, "The Lemon-Drop Kid" in particular, that I truly cherish. And his work with the USO is unparalleled.
But I just thought I'd add this: He was a man that my grandmother could trust with her grandkids. And I think that's saying something.
Batting order doesn't really matter; what matters is that the right players play. For the most part, the first 9 games have been remarkably consistent in that regard. 5 players have started all 9 games, and Martin and Jones have only not started once (they later appeared in their non starts). The only players to switch in and out have been Kemp (5 starts) and Pierre (4).
I get a kick out of that one.
I lived 13 years in Palm Springs and I never flew in or out of the Palm Springs airport. Who knew what I was missing?
Just how far is Palm Springs from Los Angeles? I always envisioned it as a 30 minute drive, or like a trip to Anaheim. That must be a short, short flight.
If it doesn't matter what's the point of changing it every day?
With so many young players and a rotating door of coaches and managers lately a little consistency might help the team feel a little sense of identity.
Google maps sets me straight; its a good 2 hours from LA, or what I drive to get from Santa Barbara to tonight's Clippers/Lakers game.
I have two baseballs from those days with autographs. They include Don Sutton and Manny Mota on one ball (the only foul ball I ever got-1971), but the other have some un-notables such as Rich Auerbach, Von Joshua, and (if I remember correctly) Somebody Solomon.
The balls are sitting in a box in my garage. I don't know what to do with them.
It's two hours without traffic, which means it's a good 2.5 to 3 hour trek.
My friend was playing at Lakeside Country Club and had hit a nice drive down the fairway. As he was walking towards his ball, this guy in a golf cart drove up to it got out and hit it. Now for my friend, that's the worst possible thing that you can do on a golf course, hit someone else's ball. So he started running down the fairway screaming at the guy only to be pulled back and told "that's Bob Hope". Hope was in his late 80's I think then and apparently he just liked to drive around the course and hit random balls.
My friend ended up having his picture taken with him.
I will say that I once flew from San Diego to Los Angeles. That's a short flight for sure.
And I've been on an elevator with Bo Derek (though not in an Aerosmith sort of way).
The players' sense of identity is helped by being in the lineup, not necessarily where they hit.
I missed that Kent also missed a start, but I stand by my point that outside of Kemp/Pierre the lineup has been remarkably consistent regardless of order.
I flew from SD to LA once a few years ago, as part of my flight to Vero Beach. The first leg of the flight was SD to LA on a little puddle jumper, followed by a red eye LA to Ft. Lauderdale flight. I was so happy (to be going to Vero) on the flight that it didn't matter that (a) I couldn't sleep, (b) I was turning 30, or (c) the guy next to me took of his shirt as he was trying to sleep!
Back in 1992, I was working on a volunteer committee for a dinner here in L.A. and one of our honorees was Kristi Yamaguchi, who had just won the Gold Medal.
As the dinner is about to begin, I see all of these little girls, all hoping to meet her and take pictures, get her autograph and I am thinking, there is no way, she is even going to be around long enough meet all of them. I picture tens of children being disappointed.
Not only did she take every picture, sign every autograph (not just with little girls either), she was the last person to leave the event, as I walked out I told her mother that it was really great for her to this and she told me how much her daughter understood the role she has and her responsibility to uphold it.
That said -- I have Tommy John's autograph on my dresser. My brother got it for me when he saw him doing a book signing. I cherish that autograph, not because of who it is but because my big brother remembered me and took the time to get it for me.
It is 1997. The new hit show is "Dharma & Greg." This will be important to remember later.
Long-term-girlfriend of Kavula and I are in line at the post office, where there has been a SNAFU. Many, many people are there to pick up pacakages that the post office is holding behind the counter. There must be 25 of us, all trying to get packages. And it is unclear which line you need to be in if you want a package. It turns out -- only by chance, that LTGoK and I are in the correct line. On the other side of the post office, in an incorrect line, is Joel Murray.
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0615063/
LTGoK points him out. "Look," she says. "It's the best friend from 'Dharma & Greg.'"
The postal clerk begins to read names of people looking for packages. One of these names is Mr. Murray's. He doesn't hear, and the clerk moves on to the next name. Then, through reading names, she disappears. A few moments later, Mr. Murray approaches us.
"Is this the line to get packages?" he asks me.
"Yes," I say. Then I say, "She already called your name."
There's a long beat as the guy realizes how I know that she already called his name.
"...thanks," he mumbles, clearly unhappy.
"Hey, price of fame," I say, and walk away to pick up my package.
58 Marty's punk rock?
The first bad experience I had with a professional athlete was Reggie Jackson. My sister and I were maybe 6 and 8 respectively. My mom tells my sister as a hoard of kids surround Mr. October, "Here, stand in front so he'll sign your flag." Jackson turned to my mom and said, "And if I don't?" No sarcasm whatsoever.
Now, I'll admit to having a couple of autographed items... a Tommy Lasorda baseball, an Ali poster (him standing over Liston), and maybe one or two other items I've kept along the way.
But why I have them, and why I'll seek out others on occasion is because it's sort of a piece of the athlete. There's not much more personal than a signature. It supplements the memories, verifies the history.
1) Robert Altman
2) Gregory Peck
3) Charlton Heston
4) László Kovács
5) Haskell Wexler
6) Susan George
7) Richard Rush
8) Lauren Bacall
The Central Library is a good place for celebrity sightings. The list is very long. Most celebrities who visit public libraries are nice because they are the type of people who want to know stuff and do the work themselves and not send an assistant.
Assistants to celebrities are a whole other thing.
Once you've helped Weird Al Yankovic at the library, it's all downhill.
I know there was no sarcasm in that statement at all. How could there be?
https://www.kb24.com/news/article/577.html
...and on that note, welcome back Bob! Not sure when you got back, but how was your trip to Kauai? Was it everything you hoped it would be? Did you go to any other islands?
Geez louise! I loved it, but there was an opportunity for another busted ankle if I ever saw one.
and...
How'd that car get all the way up there?
Maybe so with the substances, but if you "saved it for later," you did all right!
It's probably not real. I saw the link from ESPN's TrueHoop, and Henry Abbott was pretty adamant that it was fake.
I met her in 2004. My Chinese is bad and she doesn't speak any English so it wasn't much of a meeting but it was pretty exciting for me.
1.) In 1955 my father got his PhD from MIT and the department give him tickets to the Dodger-Yankee World Series game 4. Dodgers win and Campanella, Hodges, and SNIDER hit homeruns. The Yankee pitcher was some loser named Larsen. I was five. I have the autographs and pictures with the Dodgers that day before the game. I got to run around center field and DUKE SNIDER give me ride on his shoulders. I REMEMBER NONE of this but I swear I can still smell the grass.
2.) In 1964/1965 I was a senate page and have autographs from all the great senators during that time.
3.) Since I got my PhD and have meet most of the Science heavywights and several Presidents in the last 26 years. No autographs.
Maybe if people like Jon and others who have daily access to these autograph candiates it is not important.
However autographs and pictures from the middle 50's still give me some warm thoughts about sometime I did with my father and mother and the ball players who were kind to them.
That was a very short date.
Wow, that Tony Jackson article seems negative, even for him.
"Owings (2-0) did [come through], but that was hardly a monumental feat considering the team he was facing. Brandon Lyon retired the Dodgers in the ninth, in order of course, for his second save"
Emphasis mine.
I was working (tangentially) on his gubernatorial campaign, and I thought there was no way this guy wasn't going to be President someday.
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I understand getting someone to autograph their own work, or autographing something that symbolizes what they do such as a bat, baseball, or glove but I've never understood why anyone would want an autograph on a piece of paper.
Since most of the autograph world is just a business now where kids and adults take advantage of free autographs to hawk them on Ebay I fail to see why anyone would bother to make time to give an autograph. Attending games at the AFL I saw and heard this in action enough that I'm totally on the side of the player if they do not want to give autographs.
When confronted with Rachel Robinson the other day, we didn't know what to do but after some discussion we decided to just thank her. We looked her in the eyes and shook her hand and thanked her for being such a part of history. It was worth more then watching her scribble something on some piece of paper.
For instance, in 2007 James Loney hit .388/.469/.612 in high leverage, close & late situations (81 PA).
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If he was to start to grow as a pitcher the Ray's will be even more loaded since he is not even being counted on for the future.
As for autographs, i think most of you guys will appreciate this one that i got a few months ago.
http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y165/FromKoufaxtoEdwin/100_0449_00.jpg
Not sure what you're talking about, but Sexson didnt go deep. Hinske did and the Rays are up 1-0.
Jinx!
Yahoo Sports says Sexson HR'd.
Sexson GIDP in the 4th with 2 on and no out. 1-0 Rays after 4.
Unless Yahoo identified the wrong #5 batter, it's 1-0 Seattle on a Sexson HR, top 4.
Okay seriously, I have waved at Vin Scully as he rode an escalator at Dodger Stadium, spoke to Chick Hearn on Laker line and rode an elevator with Dan Patrick.
I have met two Los Angeles mayors, both before and during their terms, Tom Bradley and Antonio Villegarosa. Shook hands with lots of congress memebers, both CA senators, council members, police chiefs, etc.
I have met and have autographed books by David Sedaris, Sarah Vowell and Sandra Tsing Loh.
Being in L.A. for as long as I have, you have to try pretty hard not to meet a celebrity now and then, some are memorable like Michael J. Fox, others are just in passing like Courtney Cox. I don't count those I met through work (though I did once get to meet a certain Vegas headliner who could not have been nicer and I also once hung up the phone on the late Chuck Heston).
And I once held the door open for John Wooden as he walked into a Winchell's donuts, I just wished I bought the man his donut.
Justice Ira Gammerman of the Supreme Court of the State of New York today dismissed the majority of claims filed by Dan Rather in his September 2007 lawsuit against CBS and other defendants.
CBS issued the following statement in response to the judge's decision:
"We are gratified that the court has dismissed the vast majority of Mr. Rather's claims, including the spurious claims against Mr. Redstone, Mr. Moonves and Mr. Heyward, as well as the false charges of fraud, tortuous interference with prospective business relations, breach of good faith and fair dealing. With respect to the few remaining claims, relevant to his contract, there are no facts to support them, and we expect them to be dismissed when the discovery process is complete."
Love the Chuck Heston reference.
He called back and told me to have his attorney call him back...right now.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPHDUyN5W6k
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His lone career shutout, last August at Texas, stands atop the list. The showdown with The Unit on his 20th birthday (one day before Johnson's 40th) ranks 3rd.
Another autographed item I have is a ball signed by every member of the 1974 world champion A's. My grandfather used to run security at the Oakland Coliseum and he gave me the ball when I was about 12. I cherish it far more for the memory of my grandfather than for for the autographs themselves.
As an adult I've had jobs where I interact with celebrities occasionally, and I long since stopped getting starstruck. Autographs no longer hold any appeal, at least in most cases. In the last fifteen years, I've acquired exactly four autographs. The row of four baseballs on my shelf are autographed by Rachel Robinson, Spike Lee, John Sayles, and Teresa Wright (a delightful lady whom I had the opportunity to strike up a little friendship with a few years ago).
I thought he offended you or something and you slammed the phone down in disgust! Your addendum has crushed the story for me. :)
My grandfather was given a hockey stick signed by the Montreal Canadiens and Toronto Maple Leafs just after the Leafs won the 1951 Stanley Cup. There are at least 8 Hall of Famers' signatures on that stick. That's pretty much the only item of sports memorabilia we have, but it's a good one.
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160 Very nice, Teresa Wright, we have talked about her here before.
High School students came from all over the country. One girl got wind of my "famous" uncle - I had been dropping names, no doubt, to gain favor - and she asked for an autograph. MY autograph.
"Why?" I asked. I don't remember her reply, but I signed her little book, and have felt faintly embarrassed about it ever since.
Recent actor sighting story: My writing partner dropped his keys down a rain gutter opposite my house the other week. There's a local market across from my house, and the heroic manager found a small tool, opened the manhole next to the gutter, climbed down into the muck, and rescued the keys. Great gratitude and celebration ensued.
All of this was observed by a man standing on the sidewalk, smoking and scowling, occasionally muttering into his cell phone.
My friend and I returned to my office to work. We sat. After a moment, he looked over at me.
"Kiefer not happy," he said.
1940's - Teresa Wright
1950's - Natalie Wood
1960's - Sandra Dee
1970's - open
1980's - Heather Locklear
1990's - Danica McKellar
2000's - Jenna Fischer
I'm not sure about the age ranges for this list and it is subjective for Jon anyway.
The bad news: your autographs are likely fakes.
The good news: They were likely forged by MC Hammer so you sort of have his autograph!
I still associate Jenna more with Screen Jam, even though that site is dormant.
Ahem, Farah Fawcett?
In 1986 I was having lunch with Richard Feynman. We talked about string theory for 60 seconds and the Challenger disaster for 60 seconds.
We spend most of the rest of the two hours comparing strip joints in the Caltech area, to the Princeton area, to certain areas in Europe. He had very good knowledge for 68 year old dieing college professor who helped build the bomb and was one of fathers of Quantum Physics.
1980s - Phoebe Cates/Diane Lane/Jan Smithers
I'll work on the others.
Yes.
176 - For me, it'd be Jaclyn Smith over Farrah.
I have an uncle named Michael Jordan...
Top that, Mr. Nephew of the Mayor of the Greatest City of the World.
183 I almost put Jaclyn Smith for the '70s. Somehow I get the feeling Jon is a fan of darker haired version of the fairer sex.
He did run for President, briefly, and was about as successful at it as the current ex-NYC-mayor. Maybe not even. It was an unmitigated disaster.
But he was a really wonderful man, and never lost his sense of humor, (or good looks), even when felled by multiple strokes before he died.
182 Niece, actually. I'm one of the few chromosomal variants on this site, mostly in a lurking capacity.
"Rob (Colorado Springs CO): Why can't the [team X] just release some of their higher paid veterans? Is there some sort of rule against that? I would prefer not to pay [player X] to play elsewhere but it would be an improvement. If we are going to be a bottom dweller this year, we should at least do it with the kids, not the re-treads that [gm X] signed....
Keith Law: It's a refusal to admit that those signings were colossal and foreseeable mistakes. If [gm X] releases those players, how can [owner(s) X] stand there and say they still want [gm X] as his GM? With all of those stiffs - seriously, watch [player X] play 2b and see if you can come up with a better word than "stiff" - on the roster, they can at least pretend they didn't screw up...."
I root for Nelson Figueroa, but we'll see.
After the '88 series, my sister and I (she was in middle school, I was five) sent a letter to Tommy Lasorda. She wrote a letter and I drew a picture of him running out onto the field after the Dodgers won the series - that memorable trot he made while pumping his fists in the air. Apparently he enjoyed the letter and picture, so he invited us to some event where he was speaking at a country club in our home town.
We had dinner with him, and we all got our picture with him, which he then signed. I was even wearing a Dodger uniform my parents had gotten me for a Halloween costume that year. My autographed photo said "To a future Dodger," and it was framed on my wall through high school.
The story my dad likes telling everybody is that he wanted to talk baseball with Tommy, to impress him with being more than an average fan. The Dodgers had just signed Eddie Murray as a free agent, so my dad asked him what he thought about "new first baseman Eddie Murphy." He just looked at him weird and walked away.
The Dodgers' new 1B in 1989 liked to party all the time.
My second favorite is from Bulldog. Many, many years ago he and RJ Reynolds were at a Vons or Safeway grand opening in Arcadia. I still have both guys, but only Bulldog is framed.
192 Has to be the Giants right?
I just got it! A little slow today. I'm sure our new hitter is why I have Uncle J. on the brain so much lately.
Okay, back to lurk-err-working.
Has anyone tried parking at Dodger Stadium this year without a preferred parking pass? The last 5 times I went out there last year I had preferred parking. Anyway, how's the system working out these days? Is it any better than last year?
Lets say I decided to go to a Monday game vs the Pirates...
Its fine for me and I like the fact that once I am out of the lot, I am seconds away of being out of the lot.
Oh, I just saw another shot that Nike Golf will love as Tiger chips in for eagle to go back to even on 15.
There were some issues with the boxscores on Yahoo and some other sites.
http://tinyurl.com/4sk8nd
I immediately bought one of those sticky lint rollers and began rolling it around the mattress near the headboard. Sure enough in about 15 seconds the roller was full of kinky little hairs. I keep the roller in an acrylic display box in the game room.
The Simer's column was all gripe and no reason. The impression I got was that the autograph seekers are annoying because they make the box seats crowded, and they leave trash behind. But since they are only annoying to supposedly "rich people" we're not supposed care. Simer's won't even dignify their complaint with more than a glancing, sarcastic mention.
The "rich" fans are fans too, and deserve a pleasant day at the park no less than anyone else. Heck they deserve it more, since they shelled out for it more. If I could afford it I'd pay too to get away from the riff raff. Let them fight, curse and spit in their own section if they want.
But then I'm into this mad glorification of children thing, so maybe I'm biased. Besides, I don't see it any kind of Right of Passage for kids. If I were a parent I'd be instilling in my kid a love of the game, and yes, they'd naturally admire the athletes as well. But encouraging autographs turns admiration into star worship. It's a weird fetish. I mean c'mon. No reason to glorify it in terms of "tradition" or being "part of the game." It's not part of the game, it's part of the side show, like mascots and air-raid sirens.
I'd tell my kid, "hey you see those kids down there thrashing about like a bunch of caged monkeys? Glad you're not one of them. Then she'd smile and say "yeah...idiots."
We can reach that point. Let's start.
(Kidding about the lint roller. But I did take over his room and bed.)
.538/.567/.731
I've never been a hockey fan, with the exception of the 1974-75 season. One of my best friends was a hockey fan and he was the first guy in our circle of friend to get his driver's license. This combination led me to attend eight or ten Kings games that season. One night we went down to the Forum and, as usual, parked in a nearby residential neighborhood as we couldn't afford to pay for parking. After enjoying an evening of watching Rogie and the guys we returned to the car to find that my friend had locked his keys in the car. After he had repeated the phrase, "I am such an idiot" about a dozen times we started going door to door asking for a coat hanger. Most people wouldn't answer the door. Suffice it to say that we finally got a hanger, but still couldn't unlock the car door. Finally, my friend gave in and called his mom in Woodland Hills and told her the story. She said she be there as soon as she could to bail us out. In the meantime, we headed back to the Forum and found the exit where the players came out and got a bunch of autographs including my hero (for a year) Rogie Vachon. My Kings media guide filled with autographs when we headed back to my friend's car. His mom arrived a short time later decked out in a robe and curlers. It was the one and only time I ever met his mom.
From the late 60's through the late 70's my life was defined by being an Oakland Raiders fan. It wasn't easy being a Raider fan in Los Angeles in that era. I rarely got to see my favorite team play live and local newspaper coverage of the Raiders was sparse. During high school I subscribed by mail to the San Francisco Chronicle and the Oakland Tribune to keep up with the team. I had only been to the mecca known as the Oakland Alameda County Coliseum once to see the Raiders (an exhibition game in 1970 vs. Pittsburgh). In 1974, as I started my first year of high school, I decided I had to go to a game in Oakland that year. I declared to my mom that I would have a garage sale and sell enough stuff to take a Greyhound bus (by myself) to Oakland for a game. My mom pretty much laughed that one off, but several days later she asked me if I'd like to go to a Raider game as a birthday present. That led to the first of three annual fall trips to Oakland. My mom drove my best friend and me to Oakland each of my three years of high school. The games were fun, the fans were great and more authentic than the costume-wearing bozos that pass themselves off as Raider fans today, but what I remember the most are the post-games "waiting for autographs" as we called. All three years we waited around for the players to come out. I got autographs of most of my childhood favorites: Kenny Stabler, Jim Otto, Fred Biletnikoff, Cliff Branch, Mark van Eeghen, Art Shell, Clarence Davis, Otis Sistrunk, John Madden and on and on and on. One year I got Johnny Unitas' autograph he was covering the game on television (CBS?). Each year I got something different autographed the first year it was 3x5 index cards, the next year it was Baron Wolman's photo book on the Raiders, ironically titled "The Good Guys", the last year it was a large poster board. That last year was the first time I saw Al Davis come out that exit. I approached him for an autograph and he was a willing signer. Then he noticed my home-made Raider hard hat and told me how much he liked it. Liked it so much that he wanted me to visit the Raider offices the next day and visit Jim Otto (who was now retired) to see about marketing it. Alas ..we had to drive home to Los Angeles that night. Who knows, I might have been the Raiders Director of Marketing by now!
Anyway, I still have all the autographs I mentioned, but it's the memories of those times that mean much more than the autographs themselves.
Today, the only autographs I try to get are former Sun Devil baseball players. I try to get them to write Go Devils or Go ASU on the ball for kicks. So far my collection consists of three such balls ..Hubie Brooks, Andre Ethier and Paul LoDuca with a Jason Urquidez on the way soon
Couldnt have said it better myself. Although a conversation with Vin would be something special. Well said Xei!
speaking of the Mets, I know that they got rickrolled but is that now the official 8th inning song?
One time, I turned a blind corner in Soho in Manhattan and almost collided with Nicole Kidman, who was walking by herself to a waiting taxi.
http://tinyurl.com/37ws8e
Pity, general public does not appreciate greatness when they come across it.
Me too. He was too young and too talented to give up on.
PS: Fedor over Sylvia by armbar
Don't remind me, he's on my fantasy team
I hate to give him any credit, but he IS right on this:
*"He has already won four majors in a row, so it's not an impossible feat," Phil Mickelson said this week. "I think it's doable."
...You're Woods' biggest rival, yet you're going to concede him the entire World Series even before the season's first pitch?"*
He's right, especially with Mickleson. Phil IS his only "real" rival, and he basically admits that "yeah, Tiger can beat me in four straight majors."
I single out Phil, because he's never been tough enough, either on or off the links. Especially in interviews. I don't know what kind of new age guff his psychiatrist is feeding him, but 1. it's not working And 2, it's been phoney for too long now.
To the Tiger 4 majors questions, Phil should be saying something like, "not if I can help it."
You think a guy like Nicholas would concede so easily?
There have been worse columns by Plaschkie to single out. He's right, golfers ARE, generally speaking, the only "athletes" so willing to lie down verbally like this.
Golden ST!
Maybe he'll sign his own arm for you.
(Obscure reference for when he broke out a black Sharpie during their Mtv Unplugged concert and wrote "Pro-Choice" on his arm. The dorkiest, look-at-me moment in rock history.
Where you get pranked to watch that specific video by Rick Astley.
Fedor by whatever he wants.
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Man, that song has so many hits. I am sure Family Guy has a lot to do with that. Though, Its Always Sunny In Philadelphia did it way better.
Tiger reminds me of Sampras or Federer, but even more he's like Alexander Karelin or that Turkish weightlifter guy (the Pocket Hercules). Your choice as a competitor is to try to sneak in an occasional win, or to become demoralized.
Phil Mickelson has won 24 times in that same span and he has a little better than 10% chance to win any tournament he enters (24/236).
In majors, Tiger does almost the same, 13/44 for 30%.
http://www.linkmeister.com/blog/archives/002034.html
I was astonished.
Tiger has yet to have a consistent rival like Nicklaus but in the end, he will own all the records and will get them in a dominant manner.
You guys are thinking like analysts. Phil is supposed to think like a champion.
Tiger is not "a freak", he is a man. Freaks don't have 2 year slumps.
I'm not some macho fratboy ok. I love a down-to-earth civilized athlete. But you listen to Phil and he always comes off like a wuss. That's all I'm saying.
There was a chuckle at that comment but you could tell that he sincerely meant it. Even at the highest level of sport, there is a separation between great and very good and sometimes to their own detriment, some athletes will always defer to it.
Sorry about Golf Thoughts. I suspect a small number of us are boring everybody else.
271 Please do not attempt to out-wuss me. You will lose. I've yet to meet a girl that didn't question my sexuality sooner or later. Typically sooner. I think it has something to do with my decorative ability. People come into my house and think I must live with my mother. I really need to muss things up a bit. (See I use words like muss. I'm a chick I'm telling you).
The Verne Lundquist call of one of Nicklaus's putts ("Maybe...YES SIR!!!") is one of my favorite sports calls ever. I also enjoyed Lundquist's work in Happy Gilmore.
My wife has an album signed by Elvis.
Ummmm....are there any airlines I should avoid in your opinion?
Lantz throws out his best attempt at a line when he says the Bear is out of hibernation but it never stuck.
Do they claim to be protecting it or working on a better future? I am not trying to be snide, I promise. I always look at those commercials as a reminder that we are the ones in charge of taking up that task. If the public truly wanted cleaner alternatives, than we would be willing to sacrifice our comforts to make it happen by not buying the products that continue the pattern of pollution.
I realize your comment wasn't implying any of the above, just making a statement.
Agreed about the food, but a big plane on fire makes me want to know more.
Speaking of which, The Office returns tonight! And the Dodgers were nice enough to have a scheduled off day.
Also, Eric, that was a cool photo of Jackie Robinson you linked in the Cardboard Gods thread.
Yeah, despite enjoying record profits. Hard to believe they can get away with not paying. Makes you wonder about our "justice" system.
There are far too many things that make me wonder about our "justice" system.
Really? Do you have link or is that an urban myth?
If it is true could a lawyer explain to us how that is possible.
I've known companies who have had to file Chapter 11 to get out from under litigation that was to onerous for them to remain in business so I'm curious how this is working for Exxon, that they simply have refused to pay the damages.
Somehow I think there is more to the story as the NRDC has some of the best environmental litigation lawyers in the country and I would think they would make sure this didn't happen.
I'm very curious to know what loophole that Exxon is using or is this simply the case of appeal after appeal?
Exxon appealed the ruling, and the 9th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals ordered the original judge, Russel Holland, to reduce the punitive damages. On December 6, 2002, the judge announced that he had reduced the damages to $4 billion, which he concluded was justified by the facts of the case and was not grossly excessive. Exxon appealed again and the case returned to court to be considered in light of a recent Supreme Court ruling in a similar case, which caused Judge Holland to increase the punitive damages to $4.5 billion, plus interest.
After more appeals, and oral arguments heard by the 9th Circuit Court of Appeals on 27 January 2006, the damages award was cut to $2.5 billion on 22 December 2006. The court cited recent Supreme Court rulings relative to limits on punitive damages.
Exxon appealed again. On 23 May 2007, the 9th Circuit Court of Appeals denied ExxonMobil's request for a third hearing and let stand its ruling that Exxon owes $2.5 billion in punitive damages. Exxon then appealed to the Supreme Court, which agreed to hear the case.13 On February 27, 2008, the Supreme Court heard oral arguments for 90 minutes. A decision is expected before the court's term ends in July.
Fastball called strike one
Fastball ball one
Groundout on a diving stop by the 2B. One out.
Fastball called strike.
Fastball fouled, strike 2.
Ball one, low. 1-2.
Curveball, fouled. Still 1-2.
Another foul ball, still 1-2.
Another foul.
Ball inside. 2-2.
Fastball outside at 93 mph. 3-2.
Low, ball four.
Fastball high, 1-0.
Foul ball. 1-1.
Swing and a miss. 1-2.
Swing and miss on a 93 mph fastball. Two outs.
Broken bat grounder gets past the third baseman, goes down the LF line for an RBI double.
Ball one, inside.
Ball two, high.
Swing and a miss. 2-1.
Chopper over second base for an RBI single.
Bunted down the 3B line for a bunt single. Runners on first and second, two outs.
Fastball, swing and a miss. 0-1.
Called strike. 0-2.
Curve in the dirt. 1-2.
Fastball high and away, swung on for strike three.
Two runs, three hits, no errors, 26 pitches. (He's on a pitch count of 75 according to J.P. Shadrich)
what a wuss.
vr, Xei
Luis Gonzalez showed up at the same neighborhood bar and grill me and some of my friends were at. He had a couple beers with us, ordered some food to take home to the family, gave the bartender two $100 bills and told him to keep our drinks coming until it ran out.
Called strike one.
Fastball called strike two.
Public enemy #1, called strike three.
Ball one.
Called strike. 1-1.
Low. 2-1.
Fouled back. 2-2.
Fastball out of the zone, swinging strike three.
Inside, ball one.
Called strike. 1-1.
Low. 2-1.
Line drive single to center.
Low, ball one.
Fastball, called strike one.
Changeup, swing and a miss. 1-2.
Grounder to SS.
No runs, one hit, two strikeouts, 16 pitches.
28 strikes, 14 balls.
The 28 strikes are 20 swings and 8 called.
Foul ball. 0-1.
Fastball fouled back. 0-2.
Foul pop to 3B, the LF makes a charging catch.
Called strike. 0-1.
Curveball hit to the RCF gap for a double.
Fastball low. 1-0.
Pop-up to shallow CF, falls in for a hit. Runners at first and third.
Broken bat grounder, DeJesus grabs it in the hole and turns it into a DP.
No runs, two hits, no strikeouts, 8 pitches. Kerhsaw now at 50 pitches through three innings.
vr, Xei
WW - some sort of out.
Walk.
Swinging strikeout. Two out.
Double off the LF wall.
Fly ball. Three outs.
Kershaw's being pinch hit for. His final line: 5 IP, 7 H, 2 R, 2 ER, 2 BB, 8 K.
Eric played briefly for the A's and I think he ended his baseball career in the Dodgers system.
Stan from Tacoma
Posted on April 10, 2008 at 3:35 PM
http://insidethedodgers.mlblogs.com/
Ned: The stolen base provides great value to a team's success
"The stress of 150-160 Major League innings far exceeds the stress of 150-160 innings in the minor leagues."
Is there any reason to believe that's actually true, or is Ned talking out of his you-know-what here?
>> Brito does not mince his words. He likes Loaiza as a pitcher. He's just doesn't love him. Loaiza is on Brito's list of great Mexican pitchers -- somewhere.
"Valenzuela was obviously the best from Mexico, but Higuera was better than Loaiza, too," Brito said. "I would even say Valdez was better. Francisco Cordova was a great one, too. Loaiza had some good years, especially when he played for the White Sox, but he has lost some of his velocity. There was a time when he was really good." <<
http://tinyurl.com/3m5d8d
DT regulars bigcpa and Jason Ungar got questions answered in that chat. Anyone else have their question answered by Ned?
http://tinyurl.com/3nu7c
Local newscasts seem to be turning away from high-priced anchors
>> "Kids are getting their news from the Internet and their friends. They're not getting it from local news," added Goldner. "Families today are not sitting down to dinner and watching television." <<
http://tinyurl.com/4efd5d
>> "I was throwing the sinker early and often in the count," said the former Notre Dame All-American wide receiver. "I had good command and worked in some of my other pitches as the game went on." <<
http://tinyurl.com/5xpp27
OK. I have to go to bed now.
The best autograph I have is Sandy Koufax. My daughter and I and a friend and his son were at a sports charity event Sandy was at. I gave a ball to my daughter and told her to go ask Sandy for an autograph. He could not have been nicer. I immediatly took the ball from my daughter for safe keeping (its hers, of course but as you'll see its a good thing I did). My buddy did the same thing. Sandy signed for my friend's son but when my friend looked away his son took the ball up to Kobe Jones who was there and had him sign it too. Then he saw Robert Horry. Now my buddy's kid has what I believe is the only Snady Koufax, Kobe Jones, Robert Horry ball on the planet.
Someone above mentioned getting Daryl Strawberry's autograph. Back in 1988, I had just met my wife. She was living in NY and was a Strawberry fan. I saw Strawberry at a Clipper game and a bunch people were asking for autographs. He signed for a few minutes and then "his people" said no more. I was a mile away and yelled "hey Daryl I just started dating a girl from NY and I might get laid if I get your autograph for her." He laughed and told everyone to get out of the way and signed a personalized autograph for her. We still laugh about it. (My wife and I, not Daryl and me).
Gosh, could he be on a faster track than Kershaw and McDonald now, to be the Candidate Most Likely to Succeed Esteban Loiaza in the rotation? At any rate, it's always good to have more young arms at the ready as the season progresses.
Okay, off to watch the Tivo'd Office and 30 Rock; can't yet comment on the TV thread above.
51s' new owners plan to change team name in '09
>> Las Vegas' affiliation deal with the Los Angeles Dodgers expires after this season, and a renewal could hinge on plans for a new stadium.
"The Dodgers were very clear with us," Stevens said. "The status of the stadium will be the most significant factor in their willingness to extend our affiliation."
While Stevens said "at some point we're going to need to have a new ballpark" and talked about it in terms of building a dome, he also said "it's still in the relatively early stages to do something like that" and getting a stadium built would take "a community effort." <<
http://www.lvrj.com/sports/16948556.html
vr, Xei
>> Tiffee was hoping to get a chance to play third base for the Dodgers when injuries left them short-handed at the position this spring, but Los Angeles handed the job to unproven Blake DeWitt, who skipped Triple A on his way to the majors.
"I thought I'd at least get a little more of a look at third base in camp," Tiffee said. "(But) you kind of get used to getting overlooked for organizational players who come up with them. <<
http://www.lvrj.com/sports/17415709.html
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