When he was 10, his father “volunteered me to play right field to fill out a game with kids 13 to 15, and the pitcher was getting bombed,” Lolich told The New York Times in December 1975, soon after the Tigers traded him to the Mets.
“I told somebody, ‘I could do as good as that,’” he added, “and the coach overheard me and put me out there to shut me up. Except that I blew the ball right by them. That’s when I knew I had a good arm.”
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Speaking of Don Ho, the only time I went to Hawaii was when I was working at an ad agency in New York. One of our clients was Continental airlines, and they wanted two creatives to go to Hawaii to experience their first-class service, the better to promote it.
They lost our luggage. Turns out it was sent to Guam (really). So we got to expense a bunch of new stuff to cover our short stay in Waikiki. We did an overnight in LA and got bungalows at the Beverly Hills Hotel, free. That was very nice.
We were only in Waikiki for two or three nights and made it a point to see Don Ho. He might have been drunk. I wouldn't have blamed him, singing in a hall with thousands of aging blue-haired female fans crammed in next to each other at very long tables, eating a very lame dinner.
He mused about the pre-war days when Hawaii really was a paradise, sounding a lot like me talking about NYC in the old days.
No great punchline here. I'm glad I went. "Tiny Bubbles" still wowed them. RIP, Don.
Don Ho was the Bob Marley of Hawaiian music. In the manner of 13 kids, 4 of which were from his wives. I think his estate is still not settled.
His normal mode of performing was as he was drunk. May have led to those 13 kids.
Look at the the gents in the stands in jacket and ties. We need a dress code at the Stadium
Funny you should mention Guam. I found out today that a broken old camera I sent to a guy in Oregon from my temporary spot in New Orleans ended up in Guam. Run-on sentence, I know. I'm leaving here in a week and don't know what I'll do next. I guarantee you that Trump has been trying to destroy the USPS for years so that he can privatize it and grab the real estate. But seriously - the address was correct for Beaverton, OR and it fucking ended up in Guam. I now await word from their automated robot shitface service department on what comes next. GUAM, I TELL YOU.
How about one game a year for nudists?
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