40 Years Ago Today...

He always looked like he was 63 years old, even when he was 36.

YellowSnow said:

DerekJohnson said:

YellowSnow said:

Make the knuckle ball great again !

He didn't throw the knuckler. ILTCITK

But he was suspended for spitballs/scuffed balls

Oh I’m getting Gaylord and Jim perry mixed up with the Niekro brothers who were the knuckle ballers.

I still say bring back the knuckle balls. All the baseball fags like @Fishpo31 are obsessed with radar guns.

Not me…I was a crafty righty, which means I became a pitching corch…a pitching corch with a pretty good knuckle ball…

creepycoug said:

I can't throw a good curve ball, or really at all, and I was a good fucking baseball player. If I threw hard the ball would move, but it wasn't on purpose and it was more of a slider. Throwing from SS (of course I played SS - I'm Cuban) to first, the first basemen would sometimes complain "don't make the ball fucking move when you're throwing to me." But could never throw the curve.

OTOH, from the time I was around 13 or so I could throw the knuckle and even somewhat accurately, and I personally knew very few people who could do it. Every fourth or fifth try that fucking thing would move all over the place.

But alas I always wanted to be able to throw the breaking ball and couldn't get the right "snap" at the very end of the motion to make it happen.

One of my life's greater disappointments. The current state of the Hurricanes being another.

You could have been Mariano Rivera before there was Mariano Rivera...he was a shortstop that cut the ball as a kid in Panama...

DerekJohnson said:

creepycoug said:

Baseman said:

I was there and sat with Gaylord's family. My grandpa took me. He and Gaylord were friends. They met in Tacoma when GP pitched in

DerekJohnson said:

My dad took me and my late sister Jennifer to the Kingdome to see Gaylord Perry beat the Yankees 7-3 to become the 15th man ever to win 300 games.

(I'm posting this to the main board for a couple days before moving it to Other Sports).








https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MxO4wE6ESH8

I was there, too. My grandpa and Gaylord were pals. We sat with Gaylord's late wife and late son that night. I have a signed game ball inscribed #300. Awesome dude. I talk to him about once a year. My sister married one of GP's teammate's sons. CSB

This hangs in our hallway

Not-so-humble brag.

What about you, Mr. "I once ran into Bernie Kozar at a Circle K in Jacksonville, FL circa 1997"?

I think you have mistaken me for another poster. But if I did post that, it was a lie. Never met Kosar, but what a fucking player.

Plus, I have something WAY fucking cooler than that which actually did happen. My Two Dads used to take me to this great Cuban restaurant that was the proverbial hole in the wall in SW Miami. He went there all the time and one day brought home a napkin with, supposably, Ted Williams' auto on it. My Dad could be a bull shitter and it was legit 50/50 whether this was real. He insisted that he ate there all the time at the counter and that he got his auto. The owner, who my Dad knew, told him he was in there all the time, but not to ask for an auto because he was grumpy (much like Bill Russell is reputed to be). My Dad, being who he is, gave no fucks and, so the story went, asked for one anyway and got it. Sure Pops.

Anyway, several years later we go and eat there, and lo and behold, I see Teddy Ball Game sitting at the fucking counter. I'm in my mid-teens by now and at that stage at which you think you are more important than you'll ever actually be. Plus, Ted Williams was just a name and picture to me (I had all those sports history books when I was a kid), but well before my time. I'd have been 50x more star struck to see Dan Marino than TW at that point in my life. Anywho, I go up to him, introduce myself as if he'd give a flying fuck, and ask for an auto. Didn't smile, didn't talk much, but gave me an auto on the same kind of napkin my Dad had brought home.

So, to clear it up, any Kosar stories I've told are made up. This one isn't, and thankfully, I still have both napkins. Ted Fucking Williams bitches.

MikeDamone said:

I throw like a girl

In a previous life as a scout, doing big league coverage, a colleague kept calling Johnny Damon “Shania”…when asked why, he sang “Man, he throws like a woman”…csb

DerekJohnson said:

creepycoug said:

DerekJohnson said:

creepycoug said:

Baseman said:

I was there and sat with Gaylord's family. My grandpa took me. He and Gaylord were friends. They met in Tacoma when GP pitched in

DerekJohnson said:

My dad took me and my late sister Jennifer to the Kingdome to see Gaylord Perry beat the Yankees 7-3 to become the 15th man ever to win 300 games.

(I'm posting this to the main board for a couple days before moving it to Other Sports).








https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MxO4wE6ESH8

I was there, too. My grandpa and Gaylord were pals. We sat with Gaylord's late wife and late son that night. I have a signed game ball inscribed #300. Awesome dude. I talk to him about once a year. My sister married one of GP's teammate's sons. CSB

This hangs in our hallway

Not-so-humble brag.

What about you, Mr. "I once ran into Bernie Kozar at a Circle K in Jacksonville, FL circa 1997"?

I think you have mistaken me for another poster. But if I did post that, it was a lie. Never met Kosar, but what a fucking player.

Plus, I have something WAY fucking cooler than that which actually did happen. My Two Dads used to take me to this great Cuban restaurant that was the proverbial hole in the wall in SW Miami. He went there all the time and one day brought home a napkin with, supposably, Ted Williams' auto on it. My Dad could be a bull shitter and it was legit 50/50 whether this was real. He insisted that he ate there all the time at the counter and that he got his auto. The owner, who my Dad knew, told him he was in there all the time, but not to ask for an auto because he was grumpy (much like Bill Russell is reputed to be). My Dad, being who he is, gave no fucks and, so the story went, asked for one anyway and got it. Sure Pops.

Anyway, several years later we go and eat there, and lo and behold, I see Teddy Ball Game sitting at the fucking counter. I'm in my mid-teens by now and at that stage at which you think you are more important than you'll ever actually be. Plus, Ted Williams was just a name and picture to me (I had all those sports history books when I was a kid), but well before my time. I'd have been 50x more star struck to see Dan Marino than TW at that point in my life. Anywho, I go up to him, introduce myself as if he'd give a flying fuck, and ask for an auto. Didn't smile, didn't talk much, but gave me an auto on the same kind of napkin my Dad had brought home.

So, to clear it up, any Kosar stories I've told are made up. This one isn't, and thankfully, I still have both napkins. Ted Fucking Williams bitches.

I made that up as a joke. I figured you and I are familar with each other enough that I could throw a jab like that and you'd laugh and counter. I know you never actually said that.

I once read an interview with Richard Ben Cramer and he talked about his epic piece on Ted Williams for Esquire in 1986. And he talked about how Williams always viewed fans as "gnats at his neck". His MO was to grab the nearest napkin and write his autograph and hand it to them.

Very cool story though, thank you. Teddy Ballgame

Never knew that. So he stayed true to form in our case. Napkin. What an asshole ... and great player.