When I wasn’t sat in front of the tube at home, drinking in the playoffs and the World Series, I was drinking beer and watching it with friends, the local punk band Son of Sam. We sat round a table at their singer’s place, where they practiced and frequently threw huge parties. We breathlessly watched as “we” demolished first the Royals, and soon the Pathetic Padres. They - like everyone else in both leagues in 84! - never stood a chance against us.
The house is on Trumbull, V near the westbound Ford freeway (I-94), a couple miles N of Michigan Ave. The old Tiger Stadium was at the corner of those avenues, so there was lotsa local and West Side traffic before & after the home games. The Autumn afternoons & nights were comfortable, so we’d take our little party out on the front porch & steps of the Victorian two-family before and after the games. We exchanged many happy waves, loud pleasantries, and cheers with our fellow fans as they passed, joyfully honking their horns.
I don’t remember which WS games I watched w/SoS. I sure do remember the waves of commiseration exchanged w/fans headed home after we lost the squeaker that was game 2 of the WS. A heartfelt, “We’ll get 'em next time!” occ’ly rang out, and we sure AF did.
Chet Lemon was a true gentleman. I always loved him, even before he joined our Tiges, and was beside myself with joy when he did. I knew he’d help us really go places. Mr Lemon crossed the plate to score the winning run of the final playoff game.
When I read the book, I was very happy to see Mr Lemon was interviewed at length by Doug Wilson, the author of Pudge: The Biography of Carlton Fisk. Wilson says in the acknowledgments,
Chet Lemon is possibly the nicest, most enjoyable ex-major league player I have ever talked to. He seemed to genuinely enjoy discussing his playing days and baseball in general. It was somewhat sad to finally end the call.
I’d forgotten Alice Playten was in that! When we lived in LA, she hosted a kids’ show that I liked, called That’s Cat. (Someone there sent me a post card, when I wrote them to tell them I liked it)
I am so sorry to have to tell you all about this. None of you, I suspect, will ever have any idea how sorry.
I am in utter shock and terrible pain to have to inform everyone that our friend, my dear husband and creative partner of nearly forty years, Peter Morwood, passed away suddenly early this morning after a brief illness that as late as yesterday (when his doctor saw him) had seemed to be on the mend.
Maybe this should be crossposted to the Star Trek thread, as he wrote a few of the novels.
I was not familiar with this wrestler, as he was in promotions in the 80s that I didn’t get on my TeeVee, and he was in the WWE after I stopped watching wrasslin’…
(excerpt) Two years ago, Variety reported that a GoFundMe had been set up for Cannom, who at the time was experiencing “major health issues,” including a case of nerve damage from shingles and a partial amputation of one of his legs. The fundraiser did ultimately raise $100,000 for the artist, surpassing its initial goal of $75,000.
A reminder that so-called below-the-line artists and specialists in the film industry survive by the goodwill of their film company employers, something which requires that said artists and specialists low-bid their projects and occasionally “eat” the cost of added on requirements.
I was just randomly thinking about Sabu matches the other day. He was one of the bigger stars of ECW during the “extreme” era of the late 1990s and took some legendaeroly brutal bumps in the ring.
In a legendary incident he was wrestling Terry Funk in a match where the ropes were replaced with barbed wire. He went to do a flying body leap on Funk who was in the corner, and Funk move out of the way. Sabu landed on the barbed wire ropes and tore a 10” gash in his bicep.
Rather than stop the match, Sabu has his manager tape up his arm and the match kept going. The finish was ultimately changed on the fly when both men got so tangled up in barbed wire that the match could not continue. Ring technicians had to cut them loose.
(For those that are wondering, barbed wire matches use real barbed wire. The trick is that barbs are snipped to be much shorter. It still hurts and it still cuts, but it’s “less” dangerous.)
