A doubleheader was wrong in so many ways. Two games on the same day equaled half as many turnstile clicks and way less beer, popcorn, and pennants sold.
And for us fans? Well, my first double header was the Brewers/Red Sox, at County Stadium Milwaukee, in the mid to late 70’s and that’s about all I remember except for feeling bored midway through game two. I think Dick Drago was pitching? But it still felt like a sin. To be bored at a baseball game. Blasphemous, but true! I kept it to myself, until now.
I made up for it later in life, attending a bunch of twilight double headers. And that felt defiant like staying up all night for the first time or watching The Doors movie starring Val Kilmer. I wanted to change my world after seeing that so my roommate and I rearranged the used furniture of our apartment, drank a six pack and fell asleep. I guess we weren’t meant to be rebels.
But I was walking home from work a few hours ago and had the itch to publish a post and that felt rebellious and kind of strange because I only do that in the morning. It felt like the third inning of a twilight doubleheader with forever in front of me. I stopped by the liquor store.
It was a comment on yesterday’s post that put me in this foghorn leghorn state of mind, a scratching my head huh?, an I-gotta-post-something-tonight-mood.
The comment was innocuous, but aren’t all the dangerous ones like that, creeping so subtle and slow and spreading far and wide, all through the body, but especially the mind, my mind, until I felt naked and everywhere was a dead end so the cork had to burst?
“Like Clarence Carter,” wk said, “Chris is a one big-hit kind of guy,”
My mental reflex flashed to Bruce Springsteen’s Spirits in the Night and the saxophone speak of Clarence Clemons, but then I looked closer because wk references are typically a tad more obscure than that and sure enough, there was a name I had never heard of, as usual. Clarence Carter was his name and I guess he had one big hit, but the music reference wasn’t the point. The words “one big hit,” were.
I forgot to include Mark Reynolds in the Swing and Miss or Hit One a Country Mile Brewer Bombers welcome to Chris Carter and that’s when the foghorn leghorn seized me. Or maybe I’m using the wrong reference? But didn’t foghorn leghorn always seem a bit confused? A bit foggy I guess?
Anyway, Mark Reynolds played on the Brewers in 2014 and hit home runs and swung and missed a lot too, but more importantly, while I was walking home, I was hit with, Who hit the most home runs with the fewest hits in single season baseball history? And I even came up with a possible answer. Holy crap. Maybe it’s Chris Carter?
I looked it up and he hit 37 home runs in 2014 with only 115 hits (21 doubles and one triple.) So that means, Carter hit, pause for calculation, 37/115 = .32 or 32 per cent of his hits for home runs. Did I do that right?
Mark Reynolds, by super close comparison, also hit 37 home runs one year, in 2011 as an Oriole….118 hits (27 doubles and one triple) Freaking almost identical. 37/118 = .31 or 31 percent of Reynold’s hits were for home runs, if I did this right.
Somewhere on line, there’s probably a list of most home runs – fewest hits, but I’ll probably sip some whisky, listen to music and work on the next post instead, about the Brewers outfield, maybe for tomorrow morning?