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Wednesday, 19 May 2010

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Chuck

Joe Sambito. Wow. I'd completely forgotten about him. I sometimes wish I could forget that Pendelton is the Braves hitting coach. Closest I came to that was watching Dale Murphy get tagged out at the plate on what would have been an inside-the-park slam.

SEK

He pitched for the Astros before he came to the Mets, stayed for '85, then he pitched for the Red Sox against the Mets in '86 World Series. I remember him being ineffective, and as it turns out, he was. Now that I remember him, which I didn't before, I remember him as being the pitcher who'd pitched for 1) the team the Mets faced to get to the '86 Series and 2) the one they faced in it. I didn't remember that I remember that, but now that I do, I do. Memory, as Gertrude Stein would say, is funny.

John Emerson

Apparently the drug use, sexual excess, and weird UCI experiences haven't softened your brain yet.

What's really bothersome, though, is when you only remember things from your distant past.

My grandpa was alert till the end, but when I last saw him at age 92 everything he wanted to talk about was 70 years in the past.

M. Bouffant

A guess, but perhaps your grandfather's life at 22 was more interesting than the ensuing 70 yrs.

tomemos

You know what makes this post great? No stinking cricket.

Chuck

Yeah, I remember Sambito from the Astros (when the Braves were in the old NL West because it made sense to have a team 3,000 miles from most of their division rivals). Solid pitcher for a while. But burned out toward the end. Apparently, he is a player's representative now.

Endy

Prosthetic memory.

THE LIBRARY

I like to read about others watching baseball more than I like to watch baseball by a factor of nine. Having given up on watching the actual sport, mention of baseball now only sparks memories of The Old Man and the Sea and the old time baseball writers. It is true that at the end of time, the old time baseball writers will be hailed as the very best writers, as they had access to an event that was susceptible to beautiful writing, but horrendous to watch in person. Plus, they smoked a prodigious quantity of cigarettes.

nota bene: An overdue library book is a crime against Humanities.

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