Pearly’s is Unique to a Beach Town

(Note the surf board table.  Nice place to have a refreshing beverage …)

IMG_2673

IMG_2678

IMG_2674

IMG_2675-2

IMG_2676

IMG_2679

IMG_2682-2

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Bonsoir Mes Amies

Post-game gulf rays

Gateway to nature’s beauty

Appearing first as cumulonimbus clouds

Chasing beach-goers to cover as they hover in the wind.

They’ll dissipate if you give them a chance

Bathing onlookers in a radiance as splendid as the naked eye can imagine

Leaving the sky to caress the sun

As it sets magisterially into a glass of pinot noir.

Bonsoir, mes amies …

 

IMG_2632

IMG_2595

IMG_2611

IMG_2637

IMG_2630

IMG_2633

IMG_2625

IMG_2621

IMG_2634

IMG_2638

IMG_2639

IMG_2640

Posted in Uncategorized | 14 Comments

Dallas Day at the Ballpark

After writing about Dallas Green yesterday, I wondered what kind of tribute the Phillies would have at the ballpark today to honor his legacy.  I arrived at Spectrum Field a little bit early just to see if there was any special vibe.  I was surprised a bit that there were no tribute shirts when in fact the Ted Williams Charity Auction nostalgia buff trap had a signed Green jersey on display just a few days ago.  I expressed my surprise to the auctioneer, who told me that they had Green memorabilia out, but someone came by from the front office and asked them to put the items away.  Draw your own conclusions …

IMG_2550

Dallas wore #46 when he pitched for the Phillies, the same number he wore when he managed them to the World Series in 1980.  Ironically Green was a pedestrian pitcher for the Phillies team that infamously blew the pennant in 1964, and his#46 was worn the next year by a rookie who was traded to the Chicago Cubs in a deal for Larry Jackson and Bob Buhl.  Although Green is given much credit for stealing Ryne Sandberg and Larry Bowa from the Phillies for Ivan DeJesus, there was precedence in giving away a future Hall of Famer to the Cubs.  The kid who wore#46 was Ferguson Jenkins.

IMG_2514

I thought alot about Dallas as I walked around the park before the game.  How much effort he reportedly put into the cloverleaf design of the Carpenter Complex where the future bloodlines of the club trained.

IMG_2515

Dallas had such a good eye for talent that he even participated at the Phillies Fantasy Camp in helping assign players to various teams.  I recall how nervous I was, taking some hacks at the plate, knowing that Dallas was watching me and likely cringing.   Walking a bit further toward Frenchy’s Tiki Bar I paused to peer over at Aaron Nola warming up.  Dallas must have looked at young talent and waxed nostalgic about what might have been.  The game churns up young arms with bright futures and deposits them on shore to fend for themselves.

IMG_2544

IMG_2532

And then I noticed that two flags were flying at half mast, the Phillies team flag and the MLB flag.  Apparently there would be a tribute to Dallas after all, even though none of the ushers seemed to be aware of what was happening.

IMG_2581

Dandy Dan McDonough looked at his watch and summoned all the Phillies players out of the dugout, joined by the Twins’ players along their dugout’s baseline.

IMG_2558

Chris Wheeler, the ex-broadcaster demoted to player introductions, read a tribute to Green as several images flashed across the scoreboard.

IMG_2557

And then a truly touching moment, as Dennis Gwindale played the Star Spangled Banner on his trumpet, rendering the same feel as the playing of taps at a military funeral.

IMG_2561

No doubt the tributes will continue to pour in from all over the baseball world.  Not only because this game penetrates to the roots of America’s heartlands, but because Dallas Green was able to instill valuable life’s lessons into the minds of all men.  And there will be surprises, such as the episode that Marcus Hayes wrote about this afternoon during which Dallas turned Ryan Howard’s head around.   But that was in 2005, when Dallas still commanded the attention of ballplayers – and Hayes credits him for motivating Howard not to insist on a trade when the Phillies felt he wasn’t ready to displace Jim Thome.  It’s a shame that Green wasn’t able to wield the same influence on a post 2011 Howard whose effort at times seemed lackluster (is it any wonder that no club has been interested in signing him after the Phillies checkbook finally ran out, or that the souvenir shop can’t give away his leftover merchandise for five bucks?).

IMG_2589

Green’s attachment to the game began to fade in 2011.  As Mike Lupica poignantly wrote yesterday, it was the terrible tragedy involving his granddaughter that melted the tough exterior for good.  That raw exposure mellowed him and changed his perspective, but it also took a terrible toll.

Dallas Farewell

Posted in Uncategorized | 2 Comments

Dallas Green, R.I.P.

dallas-green

It was six years ago that I blogged about a touching moment that we shared with Dallas Green.  I was touched again this afternoon when I read of Green’s passing in a beautiful tribute penned by Jim Salisbury.

Mouth That Roared

Dallas was proud in some respects of his gruff exterior.  It was his niche and his calling card.  As Salisbury noted, he burned bridges which is why he left Philly for the Cubs and then the Yankees and then the Mets, but he was always a Phillie at heart.  That’s why the club brought him back as a senior advisor, and I used to love seeing him in his second row perch just to the left of home plate in Dunedin when the Phils played the Jays. Here he is standing between the seated Dave Montgomery to his left, and Ruben Amaro, Jr. to his right, in his signature straw hat and PFG (Performance Fishing Gear) long sleeve shirt.

Dallas Green Dunedin

Another Phillies baseball legend is gone, and the tributes are appropriately pouring in from The New York Daily News, CBS New York, Philly.com, and the Chicago Sun Times.

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Is Texting a Scourge to Communication?

Linguist John McWhorter doesn’t think so.  He considers it the closest thing to speaking in written form – or basically fingered speech.  McWhorter actually states the case for texting as a parallel language, LOL, where it’s truncations and slashes rendering its users as bilingual in a sense.

So “lol” has evolved into a “pragmatic particle”, ay?  (And perhaps “haha” too.)  And “slash” is a graceful way of changing the topic.  Yeh, that’s the ticket.  The slash as a new information marker.

I’m not so convinced about the virtues of slanguage, but at some point most “kids” make the transition toward more fluidity.  My impression is that this seriously occurs either during college, particularly if one has to take a public speaking course, or in the workplace if the culture of communication isn’t laden with the likes of like.

Psycholinguists assert that filler words like “uh,” “um,” “you know,” “I mean,” and “like” aren’t always just dimwitted lapses.  But listen to running conversations about like you know what I’m sayin’, and it’s like hard to imagine like a point where you know like it really does start to sound like dimwitted.  So while not all oral like-aholics are dull, I suspect you’ll admit that very few well-spoken individuals pepper their conversations with “like” fillers.  You know what I’m sayin’?

Posted in Uncategorized | 3 Comments

The Meter Metaphor

IMG_2414

The hungry meter

doesn’t really care how you feed her

only that she still has time left on her clock.

The maid that checks her time has no interest in who’s fed her in the past,

whether it’s a total stranger

or you replenishing her coin stock.

The meter is insatiable and the maid has only one metric,

the minutes remaining

though you’d think after draining you of your currency

she’d show a little forgiveness

like an overdrawn bank account.

But there is no compensating for the digits as they rush to zero

and the urgency of putting time back in its place.

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Richie Ashburn in the Cloud

Phillies Hat Logo

I grew up in Philadelphia in an era where rooting for the Phillies was painful.  That cherry red hat with the white frilly italicized “P” on the front symbolized a team that was almost guaranteed to lose more games than they won each year.  And their red pinstripe uniforms looked more like pajamas, befitting a team that played like it had just rolled out of bed.  There were only two star caliber players on the team of my early youth, the fleet-footed center fielder Richie Ashburn and the bionic armed starting pitcher Robin Roberts.  Perhaps more on Roberts another day, but the player I idolized was the one I was guaranteed to see any time my father took me to Connie Mack Stadium, and that was Ashburn.  I put a bid on an Ashburn collage at the auction at the ballpark last week, but I didn’t pursue it aggressively because the Rite Aid logo cheapened it a bit for me.  I noticed the same print available online through eBay at a more reasonable cost, and I still fancy it because it has the reproduction of all of his cards rimming the exterior a fine watercolor rendering of the most effective  leadoff hitter in the Phillies 134 year history.

Ashburn Print

The collage begins on the upper left with Ashburn’s card from 1948.  I couldn’t find it online, other than as part of this commemorative set – it’s the card on your far right.

Richie Asburn Baseball Cards

Here is a Mitchell & Ness reproduction of the 1948 uniform that Ashburn wore, breaking in that year with his signature #1 that he wore his entire career.

Ness Ashburn

Interestingly the first time the Phillies brought back those vintage 1948 uniforms was as an alternate jersey for daytime home games in 2008, and it clearly brought them luck in winning only their second World Series in franchise history.  Here is a shot of Jimmy Rollins and Cole Hamels modeling those spiffy red, white and blue uniforms.

Rollins & Hamels

Richie’s 1950 Bowman card is pictured here, with a graphic design look and a plain appearance that they would wear to a four games to one World Series sweep at the hands of the New York Yankees that year.

Ashburn 1950 card

Ashburn’s 1951 card shows the transition to the red pinstripe look that he would wear until   through the 1959 season.

Ashburn 1951 Card

And here are the rest of Richie’s playing years in chronological cards, beginning with a 1951 Topps through the early ’60s when he was jettisoned (in 1960) to the Chicago Cubs in return for John Buzhardt, Alvin Dark, Jim Woods – about as productive a package as a box of Wrigley’s gum.  (Richie had a great year in 1960, tailed off in 1961, and then bounced back with a nice year in 1962 when the Mets bought him to spearhead their new team.  He retired after that year.)

1951-Topps-Blue-Backs-Baseball-Ashburn

1952 Bowman Ashburn

1952 Ashburn

1953 Ashburn

Bowman 1952

1953 Ashburn

Ashburn 1955

Ashburn 1955-2

Ashburn 1956

Ashburn 1957

Ashburn 1958

 

hitting kings

Ashburn alternate

Ashburn 1959

Ashburn 1960 cubs

Ashburn 1961

Ashburn 1962 Mets

When Richie retired in 1962 as a Met, at age 35, he posted a .306 batting average with a phenomenal .424 on base percentage, numbers that most current leadoff hitters can only dream of.  The Mets expected him back in 1963, and his card was printed for that year, but he had the courage to exit the game when he was still on top.

Ashburn 1963

It’s safe to say that Richie will be remembered as one of the ultimate Phillies, unique in entering the broadcasting booth after retiring and ultimately pairing with the incomparable incomparable Harry Kalas.  Ashburn Alley bears his name in center field in Citizens Bank Park, in honor of the fluidity with which he patrolled the position in Connie Mack Stadium.

Ultimate Phillie

Each spring on Clearwater Beach I’m reminded of how Richie held court in and around Heilman’s Beachcomber and Jack Russell Stadium.  But mostly I’m reminded of how he motored around the bases as an idol of my youth.

Ashburn Richie 4839.69_ACT_NBL

 

 

 

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment