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Salmon and sardinas and long balls gallore


There was a Padres Dodgers game a few years back, in LA, Vin Scully with the call. I taped the game on VHS, obsessed at the time to collect at least one broadcast of every team.  The Padres were winning by four, bottom of the ninth and apparently Dodger fans arrive to games late and leave early when the Dodgers are losing.

I don’t know if this is true and have no opinion on the matter except to say that if Detroit Tiger fans or Scranton/Wilkes-Barre RailRider  fans behaved like Dodger fans-however that is, life would be that much more boring.

I enjoy variety except when it comes to coffee, simple black coffee is good enough for me. So anyway,  the Dodgers were trailing and with every bottom of the ninth strike, another fan spilled towards the exits. One home run. No big deal. Still trailing by 3. Then another and fans on camera stopped in their departure tracks. Another homer followed and those same fans apparently kept their ticket stubs because they turned around and marched back in. And when the fourth blast in a row happened, tieing the game, there must have been fans already in cars and on highways or in buses slamming walls in regret.

Back-to back-back-back home runs and extra innings which ended on yet another home run by a Dodger by the guy originally drafted by the Red Sox and for the life of me I can’t remember his name. Oh well. this old age forgetfulness forces me to delve into detail a bit.

He was an infielder and had a wonderful Hargrovian habit of fastening and unfastening his batting gloves and then doing it again I think before every pitch. He was born in Mexico or had Mexican family and I know this because he talked about it last year in the Red Sox broadcast booth. He had just been inducted into the Sox HOF and was being interviewed by Jerry Remy. He talked a lot about being friends with Ted Williams who also had Mexican ancestry,

Anyway, those four home runs in a row were on my mind Tuesday night in Detroit because the Brewers almost did the same thing. It was the third inning, not the ninth, but three or four runs in any inning feels like Christmas- Braun, Lind and Ramirez kicked off the derby extending the Brewers lead  6-1 and aha! Nomar Garciaparra…that was the Dodger who hit the walk off home run. Why would I forget his name? Funny how memory works. Ignore it for a few sentences and the forgotten one feels abandoned and returns like a billboard.

So after the three Brewer bombs, Khris Davis launched one high and deep, but to dead-end center field at Tiger Stadium or whatever that place is called now, third out of the inning but if Davis pulls it, woulda coulda shoulda been 4 in a row. Anyway, the runs were enough for pitcher Jimmy Nelson who is enjoying an excellent second season.

And shortstop Luis Sardinas is enjoying an incredible debut. Acquired in the Gallardo trade with Texas, called up when Segura hit the DL, he’s 7 for 18, but he’s here for his glove, not his bat and well, he’s been outdueling gravity.

The Brewers are 15-26 and I went to the Costco wholesale thingamadjegee with a friend yesterday and the place feels like a country and maybe I’m naive, but I almost fell on my knees with all the quantity and so cheap, but how does it taste?

My friend scored a huge bag of frozen salmon and they were like steaks, maybe steroid injected, but ignorance is bliss and those huge thick pink juicy fishes were tasty and no bones. Hmmmm, whatever.  I was satisfied and ready to watch Kyle Lohse lead the Brewers to a sweep in Detroit and Lohse did his job, but the 8th inning eluded Brewers reliever Johnny Broxton.

This Brewers team is hitting lots of home runs and no disrespect to those who prefer the sit down meal with three forks and fancy wine glasses and civilized subtle nuance of manufacturing runs, but as for me-I’m a sucker for the long ball and the Brewers have hit 41 home runs  this year, 9th most in baseball. Kind of incredible considering it took them 3 weeks or something to hit 10, but that .284 team OB% is the worst in baseball but as my grandpa used to say, so it goes.


Author: Steve Myers

I grew up in Milwaukee and have been a Milwaukee Brewers baseball fan for as long as I can remember.

10 thoughts on “Salmon and sardinas and long balls gallore

  1. As soon as you said that about the Hargrovian thing, I knew you were talking about Nomar Garciappara. The guy wasn’t so great and doesn’t belong in the Red Sox Hall of Fame. He DID have a great rookie season, and I loved him. Yeah, I was a Red Sox fan for the couple of years that I lived in Pittsfield, Massachusetts, from 1997 to 1998. I worked at a radio station in Pittsfield during Nomar’s rookie year, and like most Red Sox fans, I really did like Nomar. I announced records and also ran the board, and when I wasn’t busy getting commercials ready and keeping my log and doing a million other things in the studio, I enjoyed listening to Joe Castiglione and Jerry Trupiano, who I thought were pretty darn good on the radio. Somewhere, I have a photo of a friend of mine and I in the Red Sox broadcast booth posing with Castiglione and Trupiano; Jeffrey Lyons, the well-known movie critic and friend of Castiglione was in the booth with his son, and he took the picture. One of the perks that I used to have from being a radio announcer that carried the Red Sox games. It was a nice way to kiss my radio career goodbye, a career which started in 1984, and ended in 1997 right after Bill Fucking Traitor Clinton (I voted for that Democrat who really was a closet Republican) signed the Telecommunications Act of 1996

    and killed radio as we knew it and loved it.

    But when Nomar began obviously juicing, I started hating the jerk. With all the great Red Sox, why put HIM in the Red Sox Hall of Fame? What a joke.

    And forget about the REAL Red Sox heroes, like Tony C and Mike Andrews, who does all that work for the Jimmy Fund, which raises money for the Dana Farber Cancer Institute.


    • not to nit pick about some great points you’ve made Glen, not to mention your always interesting anecdotes about radio and politics and waht not, but interesting tidbit that most baseball fans forget or maybe never knew in the first place, that The Jimmy Fund has its originis with the Boston Braves, not the Red Sox, not that it matters but the Red Sox and Ted Williams are usually the ones associated with the Fund. The story or legend is of this kid named Jimmy suffering from cancer and wanting to watch his beloved Braves on TV and Braves players speaking on his behalf to raise money so I guess he could have a TV or something like that.

      • Yah. But former Red Sox Mike Andrews of the 1967 Impossible Dream team is very, very active in the Jimmy Fund. I didn’t realize that the fund had it’s origins with the Boston Braves, though.


  2. I’ll post the photos of my buddy and me posing in the Red Sox booth with Castiglione and Trupiano once I have an opportunity to look for it. The game was in 1997. It was the Braves vs. the Red Sox at Fenway, the first time that the Braves played in Boston since 1953.

    And, I wanna tell you, sitting in that broadcast booth, you REALLY get an idea of how that Green Monster in left field is. When sitting in the broadcast booth, it looks like it’s about two feet from home plate!


  3. Nomar was a five time All Star and won 2 batting titles in Boston. Nothing to sniff at…but I never knew he was a juicer. Is there proof of this or is this just another accusation because he had great stats in that specific era? I’m genuinely confused about who or what to believe on this topic (except for Canseco)

    • I join in your confusion Gary and decided to chalk up the Steroids era as one of those nights, one of those long nights that has now passed.

  4. Kurt Vonnegut used to say that too.

    • I’d like to say, “Great I’ll look it up,” but I think he wrote too many books to do that.

    • That was easy. I put “things Kurt Vonnegut used to say” in google and up came a list of 15 things he used to say and number 13 was “So it goes” with an explanation of “Shit happens, and it’s awful, but it’s also okay. We deal with it because we have to.” My grandpa never went into that much detail, but I remember him saying “so it goes” at the end of meals. If I remember right, he was often the last to leave the table, preferring to read the newspaper a while, prolong the return to whatever was next I guess. The end of meals often feels like, well,,,,the end and it’s sometimes-often times hard to re-rev the engine. Thanks Marie.