OPINION12 Mountain Views-News Saturday, April 16, 2022 OPINION12 Mountain Views-News Saturday, April 16, 2022
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PUT THE LIGHTS ON
THE MONEY OPTION
A couple of my friends responding to my recent articles have
let me know that they are concerned that I seem to be so an
gry and isolated. They tell me there are other options. It’s true
that I am angry that they don’t join in my feelings but instead
are off vacationing and having a good time or something.
Please understand that to me this does not seem to be a pos
sible option. The whole world is coming apart, the human
habitability of the planet is threatened and to me it seems like
everyone is ignoring it and finding other diversions. It’s true
that even I was diverted yesterday by watching Kershaw throw
seven perfect innings and I spent a little time wondering if removing him after seven innings
was the right move.
If you aren’t paying any attention to baseball and never cared about it in the first
place I completely understand but for me paying attention to commercially presented
sports was always a pleasant escape from a difficult reality. Recently I wrote about my
discovery of a large ancient Philco Radio in one of the rooms of the Dish Restaurant on
Foothill in La Canada. Seeing that radio, and even thinking about it now, brings a picture
of me sitting in front of the radio spreading out my baseball cards to coincide with the
position of the actual players and moving those cards around in accord with the broad-
casted happenings of the game. Listening to those games I did not feel isolated. It was as
if I was a member of the team. I can still imagine hearing the announcer pleading for the
batter to do something wonderful by saying, “Hank old boy if you ever hit one before, hit
one now”. And Hank often did come through being named the National League Most
Valuable Player in 1952 even though the Cubs finished in fifth place in the eight team
National League.
It’s odd to remember how much I enjoyed sitting in front of the huge radio with
my baseball cards and listening to the games. I needed nothing more. I had the option
to listen to all the Cubs and White Sox games and even the Cardinal games which I could
occasionally find on the radio. It’s hard to explain how precious the time was when I
could actually find those games on the radio. My hero was a guy on the fifth place Cubs,
frequently they didn’t do that well, and that was part of the fascination. The striving to
do well and the acceptance of a kind of pre-ordained failure and the belief that we could
wait ‘til next year and pretend to ourselves that things would be better then. Wait ‘til next
year was actually the cry of the perpetually failing Brooklyn Dodger fans whose team was
established in 1884 and never won the pennant until 1955 after which they thanked their
fans by moving to Los Angeles two years later. (Ironic, isn’t it?)
By that time I too with my family had moved to Los Angeles, a very different
town. In Los Angeles there was no “wait ‘til next year”. The only thing that counts here
is now and the Dodgers won the pennant in 1959 and have won eleven more since. Sadly,
notwithstanding Kershaw’s accomplishment of today, I don’t care very much anymore.
There is so much televised sports on so many channels that, for me, it is like being surrounded
by desserts when it turns out that I am diabetic. When I do spend a little time
watching a game I am disappointed that I am not familiar with the announcers and there
seems to be a commercial every second playing on the screen. I think that even as a kid
in Chicago I knew that the Cubs were being provided as a clever way of selling chewing
gum and helping somebody make money. That was okay and I gladly chewed my Juicy
Fruit gum whenever I could as a sign of my support and a feeling of belonging. Now I feel
not like a supporter but more as a victim. You and
I cannot help but notice that the presentation of sports and everything else is simply a
way of making money. The people making the money, the super-rich have now been
revealed as evil-doers. Then names of Stadiums have been changed to reflect the greater
importance of money. A “Staple” I could understand—in a way, it’s like chewing gum.
Now the place is called Crypto. Com Arena and I don’t want to go there. Meanwhile the
world is falling apart and whose fault is it? Right, last week I used the word “anthropogenic”
to emphasize that the present potential destruction is the fault of Humans and that
we humans are not interested in doing very much about it.
I feel powerless, yes and angry and isolated. Perversely I dream that we humans have the
option to stop the destruction and use the moneys to protect the lives of future generations.
See, I am angry and isolated but I am also an optimist!
DURING PASSOVER HONORING
JOE GAZZARDI
THE RABBI OF SWAT
In 1866, Lipman Pike became the first great professional Jewish
baseball player when he signed a $20-a-week contract to hold
down the hot corner for the Philadelphia Athletics.
Lip, as Pike was known, was a dominant power hitter whose numerous
home runs soared beyond outfielders’ reach. When the
popular Pike passed away prematurely at age 48, The Sporting
News, baseball’s Bible, published a tribute that include these glowing
comments: “Pike…was one of the few sons of Israel who ever
drifted to the business of ball playing. He was a handsome fellow
when he was here, and the way he used to hit that ball was responsible for many a scene
of enthusiasm at the old avenue grounds.”
Since Pike, many more Jewish superstars have excelled on the diamond. Most famous
among them is Sandy Koufax, the Dodgers’ Hall of Fame lefty who was the first pitcher to
win three Cy Young Awards, and the only pitcher to capture the award when it was given
to just one major leaguer. Koufax won pitching’s Triple Crown – wins, strike outs and
ERA, in 1963, 1965 and 1966, and hurled four no-hitters, one of them a perfect game.
Hank Greenberg is another Jewish baseball standout, and a World War II hero. Greenberg’s
power statistics are on a par with Babe Ruth, Lou Gehrig, Ted Williams and Jimmie
Foxx. After enlisting in the U.S. Army Air Corps, Greenberg rose to First Lieutenant, and
was active in the China-Burma-India Theater.
Al Rosen, a four-year World War II Navy vet and Cleveland Indians third baseman, is
the only player to win both the Most Valuable Player, and the MLB Executive of the Year
awards. Rosen, a successful amateur boxer with a vicious right upper cut who described
himself as “one tough Jew,” unanimously won his MVP in 1953, and for his front office
efforts that guided the San Francisco Giants’ from first to last place in 1987, he was
elected Executive of the Year.
In baseball circles, Koufax, Greenberg and Rosen are well-known. But the compelling
1923 tale about Mose Solomon, the “Rabbi of Swat,” blends the long-gone Class C low
minor Southwestern League’s Hutchinson Wheat Shockers with early 1900s Jewish immigration
to New York, the World Champion Giants, its manager John J. McGraw and
his desperate but ultimately futile search for a slugger who could match Babe Ruth’s home
run power, thereby siphoning off Ruth-crazed bugs from the hated Yankees.
In his book, “The League of Outsider Baseball,” Gary Cieradkowski wrote that when
word reached McGraw that by September 1923 Solomon had blasted a then-professional
record 49 homers, was hitting .421, leading the league in doubles, hits and runs scored,
the Giants manager was convinced that the “Jewish Babe Ruth” would spearhead the Jints
to financial success.
Within the blink of an eye, the Giants paid the Wheat Shockers $4,500 for Solomon’s
contract, and soon thereafter “The Rabbi of Swat” was riding the rail toward New York.
But McGraw soon realized he had no place in the lineup for Kansas’ home run phenom.
The Giants’ first base position and its outfield were populated by future HOFers George
“High Pockets” Kelly, Casey Stengel, Ross Youngs and Hack Wilson. While Solomon
rode the pine, the very vocal cranks demanded that the Jewish Babe Ruth be put into a
game.
McGraw gave in, and on the season’s last home tilt Solomon hit a game-winning double
against the Philadelphia Phillies. Solomon got into one more game in 1923, and ended his
season – and his major league career – with three hits in eight at bats, a .375 batting average.
The Rabbi’s problem was, as scouts said, “He could poke’em, but he couldn’t pick’em,”
a reference to Solomon’s 31 errors in 108 games in Kansas. Solomon was promptly dispatched
back to the minors where he resumed his lusty batting prowess – seven seasons
of .300 or higher.
When Mose realized his baseball days were behind him, he took up semi-pro football,
and played effectively until injuries sidelined him for good – a lucky break for the Rabbi
as things turned out. Solomon and his wife moved to Miami where he started a long,
lucrative real estate business until his peaceful 1965 death.
Joe Guzzardi is a Society for American Baseball Research and Internet Baseball Writers’ Association
member. Contact him at guzzjoe@yahoo.com.
RICH JOHNSON NOW THAT’S RICH
REPARTEE (THE ART OF THERHETORICAL COMEBACK)
What is repartee? “A quick and witty reply.”
Repartee also refers to the ability to
make clever replies. In layman’s terms it is
what we wish we had said on most occasions,
had we thought of it. And what we
are most proud of when we do hit the bull’s
eye…verbally speaking.
Mark Twain tells us repartee is; “…something we think of twenty-
four hours too late”. And it is true a talent for repartee is one
that increases with practice.
What happens when you get two masters of repartee going at
each other? We can see it in an exchange between George Bernard
Shaw and Winston Churchill. Mr. Shaw invited Mr. Churchill to
the premier performance of his new play, “Pygmalion” and this
is how it went:
George Bernard Shaw: “I am enclosing two tickets to the first
night of my new play. Bring a friend…if you have one.”
Winston Churchill: “Cannot possibly attend first night; will attend
second, if there is one.”
Touche’
Repartees do not have to be biting and sarcastic. They can actually
be complimentary. When newly appointed ambassador to
France, Thomas Jefferson, presented his papers to the French
foreign minister, the minister asked him if he was here to replace
Dr. Franklin (Benjamin.) Jefferson retorted, “I succeed
Dr. Franklin. No one can replace him.” When actor Christopher
Reeve was asked what it was like to have acted with Katherine
Hepburn, he responded, “People say I acted with Katherine Hepburn.
The truth is I acted near Katherine Hepburn.”
Muhammad Ali was flying on Eastern Airlines back in the 1970s
when the flight attendant noticed his seat belt wasn’t fastened.
When asked to buckle up, Ali kiddingly boasted, “Superman
don’t need no seat belt.” The flight attendant, without missing a
beat shot back, “Superman don’t need no airplane either.”
Singer/actress Jennifer Lopez displayed a quick mind when, during
an interview, was asked what she got on her high school tests
(SATs.) Her answer? “Nail polish.”
You can exercise that repartee muscle. The right clever comment
at the right time can be great fun. Just avoid those too biting and
sarcastic comments where you feel obligated to follow with: “Just
kidding.”
Next Saturday night, April 23, Johnson’s Jammin’ Jukebox is back
again at Nano Café in Sierra Madre for another “Fun Rock from
the 50’s, 60’s and 70’s” concert. Always part of our commitment
to “In bed by 10:00”, the concert will go from 6:30 – 9:30pm.
Nano Café is at 322 West Sierra Madre Blvd., Sierra Madre. (626)
325-3334.
Come by for a dandy diversion of dinner and dancing.
Finally, whether you are religiously inclined or not, I wish you
the happiest on Easter Sunday. Reach out to friends and/or family
with words of encouragement and love.
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