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Post by inger on Jan 7, 2024 17:32:11 GMT -5
It’s closer than just the batting stats because DiMaggio was an excellent CF and Williams was never much more than just “capable” in LF, treating fielding like it was a necessity than a part of the game to be emphasized. But it’s certainly an example of slapping Williams in the face. At least he said “living” so he didn’t drag Ruth, Cobb, Wagner through the mud… No need to duck on that one, friend… That debate about who should have won the 1941 MVP will go on forever and it's a good one. I do wonder what it would have been like if their careers were reversed with Williams playing half is games at Yankee Stadium and DiMaggio at Fenway. |
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Post by azbob643 on Jan 7, 2024 17:38:31 GMT -5
That debate about who should have won the 1941 MVP will go on forever and it's a good one. I do wonder what it would have been like if their careers were reversed with Williams playing half is games at Yankee Stadium and DiMaggio at Fenway. It almost came to be true, after a night drinking between the Yankees and Red Sox Management... Substitute "Twins Management" for "Red Sox Management" and I think that's how the Urshela/Donaldson trade may have gone down. |
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Post by inger on Jan 7, 2024 17:41:25 GMT -5
There are some similarities there for me the day I met Joe Cocker. It was at the Black Canyon of the Gunnison near Crawford, CO, where he lived. I was aware he lived there, but not expecting to run into him. I’m looking into an over look and it’s just breath-taking when I see a fellow nearby. I say “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”. He replied “Yes, it is.” I glance up and notice who it is. I see that same fear in his eyes, so go back to looking. Next time I look up it’s like he vanished into thin air. I’m sure he knew of a secret trail nearby that he could duck into. I had read of his love for the peace and serenity of that canyon. I had a similar experience with Ginger Baker. Knowing how "surly" he was, never said a word to him. I had no concerns about surliness. From what I learned about Cocker he was quite shy and spent much of his down time at home tending his prized tomatoes, at the canyon, which he called the most beautiful canyon on earth, and at the Mad Dog Cafe that he then owned in nearby Crawford, CO. The locals had been upset when they heard he was building a mansion near to town, but he was “just call me Joe” and would sit and speak with the guests at the restaurant. My wife and I had lunch there once after he passed and his widow had sold the cafe, left for California with the mansion up for sale. We chose to DJ e on the patio with our mastiff, Brandy chained to post with a chain the restaurant provided. A stray dog went by and Brandy snapped the chain as if if had been a piece of twine to run him off. Crawford is a gorgeous little town, but that part of the country has water with a high sulfuric content and tons of iron as well. The closest hospital is about an hour away in Montrose… |
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Post by fwclipper51 on Jan 7, 2024 17:46:12 GMT -5
It almost came to be true, after a night drinking between the Yankees and Red Sox Management... Substitute "Twins Management" for "Red Sox Management" and I think that's how the Urshela/Donaldson trade may have gone down. The Twins were crying about taking Sanchez contract from the Yankees, so they wanted us to take Donaldson's deal. Clipper |
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Post by rizzuto on Jan 7, 2024 17:49:30 GMT -5
I had a similar experience with Ginger Baker. Knowing how "surly" he was, never said a word to him. I had no concerns about surliness. From what I learned about Cocker he was quite shy and spent much of his down time at home tending his prized tomatoes, at the canyon, which he called the most beautiful canyon on earth, and at the Mad Dog Cafe that he then owned in nearby Crawford, CO. The locals had been upset when they heard he was building a mansion near to town, but he was “just call me Joe” and would sit and speak with the guests at the restaurant. My wife and I had lunch there once after he passed and his widow had sold the cafe, left for California with the mansion up for sale. We chose to DJ e on the patio with our mastiff, Brandy chained to post with a chain the restaurant provided. A stray dog went by and Brandy snapped the chain as if if had been a piece of twine to run him off. Crawford is a gorgeous little town, but that part of the country has water with a high sulfuric content and tons of iron as well. The closest hospital is about an hour away in Montrose… There’s nothing like the smell of rotten eggs while taking a shower! |
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Post by azbob643 on Jan 7, 2024 17:53:47 GMT -5
I had a similar experience with Ginger Baker. Knowing how "surly" he was, never said a word to him. I had no concerns about surliness. From what I learned about Cocker he was quite shy and spent much of his down time at home tending his prized tomatoes, at the canyon, which he called the most beautiful canyon on earth, and at the Mad Dog Cafe that he then owned in nearby Crawford, CO. The locals had been upset when they heard he was building a mansion near to town, but he was “just call me Joe” and would sit and speak with the guests at the restaurant. My wife and I had lunch there once after he passed and his widow had sold the cafe, left for California with the mansion up for sale. We chose to DJ e on the patio with our mastiff, Brandy chained to post with a chain the restaurant provided. A stray dog went by and Brandy snapped the chain as if if had been a piece of twine to run him off. Crawford is a gorgeous little town, but that part of the country has water with a high sulfuric content and tons of iron as well. The closest hospital is about an hour away in Montrose… I know Cocker was very low key and living in Crawford. The wife of a close friend of mine lived in the area, and I've spent a lot of time in Western CO. Used to ski Crested Butte. We always take "scenic routes" either to or back from CO...last July came out of Fruita thru Colorado National Monument down to Cortez thru Nucla via HWY 141...beautiful drive. |
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Post by chiyankee on Jan 7, 2024 17:57:15 GMT -5
Joe used to have relatives that lived in the town that I reside in. One Sunday morning I stopped in the local grocery store to grab some doughnuts. I turned to walk down one of the aisles and who is coming the other way, Joe D. He's dressed in a nice pair of blue slacks and a red sweater. He's holding the hand of his grandson as they walk toward me. I am wearing a Yankee ball cap. For a brief second we make eye contact and then he quickly looks away. I can tell he is fearful I will bother him so I just walk by without saying anything. When I make my way to checkou, he is in front of me checking out. After he pays and leaves the store I ask the lady who is checking me out if she knew who that was? She said, yep that was Joe Dimaggio, he often stops here after church with his grandson. I never saw him again, think I did the right thing by not bothering him and hope he apreciated it. There are some similarities there for me the day I met Joe Cocker. It was at the Black Canyon of the Gunnison near Crawford, CO, where he lived. I was aware he lived there, but not expecting to run into him. I’m looking into an over look and it’s just breath-taking when I see a fellow nearby. I say “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”. He replied “Yes, it is.” I glance up and notice who it is. I see that same fear in his eyes, so go back to looking. Next time I look up it’s like he vanished into thin air. I’m sure he knew of a secret trail nearby that he could duck into. I had read of his love for the peace and serenity of that canyon. That had to be tough for you to not talk to Cocker since I know you're a huge fan of his. |
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Post by kaybli on Jan 7, 2024 18:49:00 GMT -5
In retirement Yogi Berra lived in Montclair New Jersey and for several years operated a racquet club in Fairfield. I played at the club regularly for several years and got to know Yogi. He frequently worked the front desk booking courts and handing out towels. He was as friendly and approachable as his public image. And if you were lucky, he'd talk battng and catching. That was in the 1980s. In July of 1999 I visited the Berra Museum and bought tickets for Yogi's return to the Stadium. Through some mix up, I got seated on the VIP ferry with him, his family and the bigs. During the trip my wife and I stayed off to the side and watched. About halfway to the Bronx Yogi walked towards us and with a big smile thanked us for spending the day with him. He said he remembered me from the Club...but he was probably just being polite. We talked for a several minutes until he was called away to greet Rudy Giuliani. It was a great day for us made even better when David Cone pitched his perfect game. There's a really good documentary "It Ain't Over" re Yogi's life streaming on Netflix... I heard about that! Got to watch that. |
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Post by azbob643 on Jan 7, 2024 18:53:59 GMT -5
There's a really good documentary "It Ain't Over" re Yogi's life streaming on Netflix... I heard about that! Got to watch that. I don't think you could find a more genuine human being than Yogi... |
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Post by inger on Jan 7, 2024 22:23:45 GMT -5
I had no concerns about surliness. From what I learned about Cocker he was quite shy and spent much of his down time at home tending his prized tomatoes, at the canyon, which he called the most beautiful canyon on earth, and at the Mad Dog Cafe that he then owned in nearby Crawford, CO. The locals had been upset when they heard he was building a mansion near to town, but he was “just call me Joe” and would sit and speak with the guests at the restaurant. My wife and I had lunch there once after he passed and his widow had sold the cafe, left for California with the mansion up for sale. We chose to DJ e on the patio with our mastiff, Brandy chained to post with a chain the restaurant provided. A stray dog went by and Brandy snapped the chain as if if had been a piece of twine to run him off. Crawford is a gorgeous little town, but that part of the country has water with a high sulfuric content and tons of iron as well. The closest hospital is about an hour away in Montrose… There’s nothing like the smell of rotten eggs while taking a shower! Man, don’t I know it. After we called Culligan here we’ve seen such a tremendous difference. I spoke to one of my neighbors a couple of months ago (a truly rare occurrence), and he said his house had perfect water. No need to upgrade. I can see this guy’s house from mine, yet he hit an entirely different aquifer… But, so be it. Problems solved here, so life goes on… |
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Post by inger on Jan 7, 2024 22:26:19 GMT -5
There are some similarities there for me the day I met Joe Cocker. It was at the Black Canyon of the Gunnison near Crawford, CO, where he lived. I was aware he lived there, but not expecting to run into him. I’m looking into an over look and it’s just breath-taking when I see a fellow nearby. I say “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”. He replied “Yes, it is.” I glance up and notice who it is. I see that same fear in his eyes, so go back to looking. Next time I look up it’s like he vanished into thin air. I’m sure he knew of a secret trail nearby that he could duck into. I had read of his love for the peace and serenity of that canyon. That had to be tough for you to not talk to Cocker since I know you're a huge fan of his. Yeah, but I had that stretch of life where I wanted to be left alone. Still do at times, so I let my heart guide me. What was cool was seeing that car that was in on an album cover. Apparently he had it shipped over the big pond and liked to tool around in it… |
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Post by inger on Jan 7, 2024 22:39:09 GMT -5
I had no concerns about surliness. From what I learned about Cocker he was quite shy and spent much of his down time at home tending his prized tomatoes, at the canyon, which he called the most beautiful canyon on earth, and at the Mad Dog Cafe that he then owned in nearby Crawford, CO. The locals had been upset when they heard he was building a mansion near to town, but he was “just call me Joe” and would sit and speak with the guests at the restaurant. My wife and I had lunch there once after he passed and his widow had sold the cafe, left for California with the mansion up for sale. We chose to DJ e on the patio with our mastiff, Brandy chained to post with a chain the restaurant provided. A stray dog went by and Brandy snapped the chain as if if had been a piece of twine to run him off. Crawford is a gorgeous little town, but that part of the country has water with a high sulfuric content and tons of iron as well. The closest hospital is about an hour away in Montrose… I know Cocker was very low key and living in Crawford. The wife of a close friend of mine lived in the area, and I've spent a lot of time in Western CO. Used to ski Crested Butte. We always take "scenic routes" either to or back from CO...last July came out of Fruita thru Colorado National Monument down to Cortez thru Nucla via HWY 141...beautiful drive. The wife and I were out in Dove Creek about 2 years ago. We were looking at an old cabin that was on twenty acres that she loved and I wasn’t opposed to at all. Very cheap, lime $45,000. It sat high on a hill north of the town at about 8,000 feet. After a lot of due diligence we decided to stand down. It had been a hunter’s cabin, needed a septic system and a cistern, plus some serious insulation. If it had t built on cap rock I would have bought it. The issue was the unknown costs for the digging, etc.. The place was very rustic, even the bathing house was in a separate building, and extremely unique with a stone floor. The rock on that lot wax everywhere, so varied and beautiful. There was an old stage coach road that ran right through it no more than 50 feet from the cabin. No longer a public road. We were out sitting on the natural stone patio one evening when a couple vehicles went by. We must have made an impression on the locals, because right as we backed out the real estate agent said someone else had made an offer. Dove Creek can hit 105 degrees in summer at times, but we would have been about 2,700 feet higher, so 90 would have probably been like the apex up there… |
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Post by 1955nyyfan on Jan 8, 2024 11:12:55 GMT -5
I was in Carmel California for a little get away with my wife and dog standing on a corner waiting to cross when Lee Trevino came walking toward us. I coach youth golf, love the game and Lee has always been my favorite golfer. I've read that his personality can be different than what you see on tv, not as outgoing or friendly. He stopped next to us and we stood there waiting to cross. I asked my wife loud enough for him to hear if she knew who he was. Before she could answer I said "It's Lee Trevino one of the greatest golfers ever to play on the PGA". He looked at me and said that's nice of you to say. We chatted for 3 or 5 minutes and then he said he had to go because he was meeting his wife for lunch. I didn't want to ruin the moment by asking him for an autograph or picture. I do remember being surprised by how short he was. I'm only about 5'9" and he was a couple inches shorter than me.
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Post by kaybli on Jan 8, 2024 11:17:57 GMT -5
I was in Carmel California for a little get away with my wife and dog standing on a corner waiting to cross when Lee Trevino came walking toward us. I coach youth golf, love the game and Lee has always been my favorite golfer. I've read that his personality can be different than what you see on tv, not as outgoing or friendly. He stopped next to us and we stood there waiting to cross. I asked my wife loud enough for him to hear if she knew who he was. Before she could answer I said "It's Lee Trevino one of the greatest golfers ever to play on the PGA". He looked at me and said that's nice of you to say. We chatted for 3 or 5 minutes and then he said he had to go because he was meeting his wife for lunch. I didn't want to ruin the moment by asking him for an autograph or picture. I do remember being surprised by how short he was. I'm only about 5'9" and he was a couple inches shorter than me. Very cool! I'm glad you were able to have a little conversation with him. A great story and a moment you'll never forget! Trevino is listed as 5'7" so yea, he's on the shorter side. |
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Post by azbob643 on Jan 8, 2024 11:26:30 GMT -5
I know Cocker was very low key and living in Crawford. The wife of a close friend of mine lived in the area, and I've spent a lot of time in Western CO. Used to ski Crested Butte. We always take "scenic routes" either to or back from CO...last July came out of Fruita thru Colorado National Monument down to Cortez thru Nucla via HWY 141...beautiful drive. The wife and I were out in Dove Creek about 2 years ago. We were looking at an old cabin that was on twenty acres that she loved and I wasn’t opposed to at all. Very cheap, lime $45,000. It sat high on a hill north of the town at about 8,000 feet. After a lot of due diligence we decided to stand down. It had been a hunter’s cabin, needed a septic system and a cistern, plus some serious insulation. If it had t built on cap rock I would have bought it. The issue was the unknown costs for the digging, etc.. The place was very rustic, even the bathing house was in a separate building, and extremely unique with a stone floor. The rock on that lot wax everywhere, so varied and beautiful. There was an old stage coach road that ran right through it no more than 50 feet from the cabin. No longer a public road. We were out sitting on the natural stone patio one evening when a couple vehicles went by. We must have made an impression on the locals, because right as we backed out the real estate agent said someone else had made an offer. Dove Creek can hit 105 degrees in summer at times, but we would have been about 2,700 feet higher, so 90 would have probably been like the apex up there… I've driven from Monticello, UT to Cortez, CO so I guess I've been thru Dove Creek...must've blinked and missed it. BTW...if you're ever in Monticello there's a pretty cool little restaurant there...it's part of a B&B that's been converted from an old mill. It's one of the very few in the area that serves alcohol...gotta have a beer with my burger. |
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