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Post by kaybli on Jul 8, 2021 22:26:56 GMT -5
 Inger's as tough as they come but his Achilles Heel is his ass. As The Iliad gave us the mighty Achilles, so HeAmyHa has bestowed the Sombrero-ed Ingerson: each invulnerable with the sole exception of one spot. Of course, Paris had a difficult shot with his bow to strike the small thumb and finger sized area on the heels of Achilles, from which he was held and dipped into the river Styx. (I’m just spitballing here, but I guess it’s possible Inger fell into some area of the Potomac, except for his ass sticking out of the water. No sweat for Paris. Heck, Noetsi could have made that shot. Just doesn’t have the same gravitas as an epic tale.)  dying laughing, rizz.
You're a good sport, inger!
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Post by inger on Jul 8, 2021 22:27:03 GMT -5
Now that begs a question as to what we can do with Russ on the team. He could be our stats man. He could also manage the team as long as we don’t have to obey anything he says and we can make up our own lineups everyday…
I understand that the only actual baseball position he ever did was third base. He didn’t “play” third base. The other kids laid him on the ground and told him he “was” third base… He prayed for a low-scoring game and indeed the final score was only 23-19…
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Post by kaybli on Jul 8, 2021 22:55:36 GMT -5
Now that begs a question as to what we can do with Russ on the team. He could be our stats man. He could also manage the team as long as we don’t have to obey anything he says and we can make up our own lineups everyday… I understand that the only actual baseball position he ever did was third base. He didn’t “play” third base. The other kids laid him on the ground and told him he “was” third base… He prayed for a low-scoring game and indeed the final score was only 23-19…
He'll bunt every AB and stay on top of things. |
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Post by kaybli on Jul 8, 2021 23:38:08 GMT -5
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Post by inger on Jul 8, 2021 23:39:26 GMT -5
As The Iliad gave us the mighty Achilles, so HeAmyHa has bestowed the Sombrero-ed Ingerson: each invulnerable with the sole exception of one spot. Of course, Paris had a difficult shot with his bow to strike the small thumb and finger sized area on the heels of Achilles, from which he was held and dipped into the river Styx. (I’m just spitballing here, but I guess it’s possible Inger fell into some area of the Potomac, except for his ass sticking out of the water. No sweat for Paris. Heck, Noetsi could have made that shot. Just doesn’t have the same gravitas as an epic tale.) dying laughing, rizz.
You're a good sport, inger!
Well, that’s because I thought this was from Renfield. If it’s from Rizz I shall lie in wait in The weeds and strike with impunity. Oh well, that’ll be funny too. The way I see it, if you dish it, you should know it’s going to come back and be able to take it… |
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Post by pippsheadache on Jul 9, 2021 6:50:43 GMT -5
Wonderful story about Papa Rizzuto and Alvin Dark. Your father was clearly a fine athlete. As you noted, Al Dark was a top-notch player who accumulated over 2,000 hits.
I remember being at a game in Philly when Dark was near the end of his career and some drunk kept yelling over and over "Hey Alvin, where's your harmonica?" This was a most unclever reference to a then-popular song "Alvin's Harmonica" by that immortal musical contingent David Seville and the Chipmunks. Since there were only about 2,000 people in the stands, this drunk could be heard throughout the park. His plastered friends thought it was uproariously witty, as plastered friends tend to do. As a stupid little kid, I thought it was funny maybe the first 10-15 times, but after a few innings it lost some if its charm.
There's no point to this story, just my piddling Al Dark memory.
Dark was a serious Christian fundamentalist who managed Oakland's 1974 champions. Owner Charlie Finley helpfully suggested to Dark that he needed to "lay off the Bible." Dark later said that in his opinion Finley was in danger of spending eternity in Hell. Don't know if it was cause and effect, but Dark was fired in 1975.
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Post by inger on Jul 9, 2021 8:19:52 GMT -5
Wonderful story about Papa Rizzuto and Alvin Dark. Your father was clearly a fine athlete. As you noted, Al Dark was a top-notch player who accumulated over 2,000 hits. I remember being at a game in Philly when Dark was near the end of his career and some drunk kept yelling over and over "Hey Alvin, where's your harmonica?" This was a most unclever reference to a then-popular song "Alvin's Harmonica" by that immortal musical contingent David Seville and the Chipmunks. Since there were only about 2,000 people in the stands, this drunk could be heard throughout the park. His plastered friends thought it was uproariously witty, as plastered friends tend to do. As a stupid little kid, I thought it was funny maybe the first 10-15 times, but after a few innings it lost some if its charm. There's no point to this story, just my piddling Al Dark memory. Dark was a serious Christian fundamentalist who managed Oakland's 1974 champions. Owner Charlie Finley helpfully suggested to Dark that he needed to "lay off the Bible." Dark later said that in his opinion Finley was in danger of spending eternity in Hell. Don't know if it was cause and effect, but Dark was fired in 1975. One of my ex-brother-in-laws (lotta of hyphens, there), used to be an Orioles season ticket holder. For some reason that made little sense to me, he liked to ride Doug DeCinces. Never much in particular, just “Hey, DeCinces, you’re a bum”. Once in a while he’d give the “Brooks would had that easy”. The bro-in law had a big, booming voice, and was quite an attention whore in about any respect one can recall. I just wondered what it is in a man’s ego that might make him want to chide a player on his own team. DeCinces was a very good player, who while not Brooks Robinson followed Brooks with his own good defense and a powerful bat. But, yell. Then look very proud afterward and say, “he looks up here once in a while. I think he’s figured I’m the one that’s razzing him”. So I’m thinking: Your just another head floating in the crowd. DeCinces doesn’t need to deal with you. He doesn’t know you, like you, hate you. You paid for a ticket and two beers to get enough buzz on to get the false courage to scream out six times or eight times a game. To me, it wasn’t impressive at all. If there was a point to this, I made it. So if you didn’t find it, then there is no point. I’m at the age now where I don’t have to have a point. Not only that, but when I do I often forget it before I finish a story… |
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Post by pippsheadache on Jul 9, 2021 8:40:14 GMT -5
I'm surprised Doug DeCinces could elicit that kind of passion from someone who didn't know him. But yeah, those attention seekers have their own agenda. They undoubtedly lead unfulfilling lives.
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Post by inger on Jul 9, 2021 9:30:16 GMT -5
I'm surprised Doug DeCinces could elicit that kind of passion from someone who didn't know him. But yeah, those attention seekers have their own agenda. They undoubtedly lead unfulfilling lives. That’s a good read on this fellow. Left his wife and three children for a lady that exposed him to cocaine. He was dead at forty. Doctors said his heart was four time the size of a normal heart from using that garbage…He never did anything small. Even his cocaine use… |
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Post by Renfield on Jul 9, 2021 10:08:55 GMT -5
dying laughing, rizz.
You're a good sport, inger!
Well, that’s because I thought this was from Renfield. If it’s from Rizz I shall lie in wait in The weeds and strike with impunity. Oh well, that’ll be funny too. The way I see it, if you dish it, you should know it’s going to come back and be able to take it… Thanks, inger! I've never been confused with Homer before! At least not that Homer. |
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Inger's as tough as they come but his Achilles Heel is his ass. 
dying laughing, rizz. 
