tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257460674438308350.post3907873530144055896..comments2024-03-27T18:22:04.715-05:00Comments on Love, Life and APBA Baseball: I Don't Hate Randy BushKenneth Heardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072933923543276082noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257460674438308350.post-10791567092850548022014-10-15T17:57:04.243-05:002014-10-15T17:57:04.243-05:00Growing up in Wisconsin, it was hard not to count ...Growing up in Wisconsin, it was hard not to count Starr among your boyhood idols. A gentleman in every respect, and one hell of a quarterback who never seems to get much run on sports radio whenever they talk about the best ever ... Rob Priewehttp://robsapbablog.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257460674438308350.post-13408055147373346972014-10-15T10:25:45.964-05:002014-10-15T10:25:45.964-05:00Jesse came to Jonesboro, Ark., a couple of years a...Jesse came to Jonesboro, Ark., a couple of years ago to lead a protest march against the city's police determination that a kid in the back seat of a police car had fatally shot himself. (Jackson et. al., alledged police shot the kid). I had to cover the protest for the paper for which I work and, when Jesse saw me scribbling notes in a pad in a crowd of about 500 people, he actually motioned for me to come to him. "Got any questions?" he asked when I got to him. "Hell, yeah," I blurted out. He was pretty nice, but I also realized he was using me to get his message out to the masses via our newspaper.Kenneth Heardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05072933923543276082noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257460674438308350.post-85641534662309633282014-10-15T10:19:45.094-05:002014-10-15T10:19:45.094-05:00When I was in Minneapolis in 1987, one of the Minn...When I was in Minneapolis in 1987, one of the Minnesota magazines had a cover story about Kirby, suggesting that if he wanted to run for mayor or governor there, those in office would gladly step down and give Puckett the position. <br /><br />And all that memorabilia madness probably created that atmosphere of "leave me alonedness." It has changed the meaning of autographs. Of course, Randy Bush? I doubt there's a huge rush for his autograph and the lines at his table at card shows ain't probably that long....<br /><br />When I was a kid, I wrote to Bart Starr and asked for his autograph. He actually sent it back to me on an index card with a note. I still have the card some 45 years later. I wonder if the stars of today would do that?Kenneth Heardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05072933923543276082noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257460674438308350.post-86577741981473188222014-10-15T01:06:41.477-05:002014-10-15T01:06:41.477-05:00Ah, it's okay. And forget Randy Bush. Rememb...Ah, it's okay. And forget Randy Bush. Remember the Harmon Kilibrews and Sandy Koufax's! <br />And ROD CAREW! Oh my gosh, I'll never forget Thomas Boswell writing about how he was so focused he could fall asleep on a crowded bus in a wink.<br /><br />And KIRBY PUCKETT! What a ball player! Rest in Peace, Kirby, We Love You!<br /><br />PS-I always remember Tom Brunansky, Viola, and Big Bert's Curve from those Twin's Glory Years. Reminds me of KC this year. Truly special years, 1987 and 1988 and 2014Scott Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257460674438308350.post-16850904252571477622014-10-14T21:00:13.581-05:002014-10-14T21:00:13.581-05:00RE: 1989 Dodgers = That was the height of memorabi...RE: 1989 Dodgers = That was the height of memorabilia madness. People just collecting autographs to sell them at a profit. I'd see why players would get annoyed. I'd like to think they'd make an exception for a kid though.Dwaynenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257460674438308350.post-710211914634030502014-10-14T18:10:47.928-05:002014-10-14T18:10:47.928-05:00I feel that the money hungry memorabilia salesman ...I feel that the money hungry memorabilia salesman ruin these experiences for the average fan or young child that just wants an autograph with their greed and opportunism. I refuse to buy this shit haha <br />I'd rather buy a cap, jersey or APBA/Strato cards ;) <br />Course my Mother, bless her heart, did buy me a Manny Ramirez T-shirt in 2007 to my protests. I like Manny but he was just a short lived mercenary in Dodger history.Scott Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257460674438308350.post-90953067307128289302014-10-14T18:05:53.203-05:002014-10-14T18:05:53.203-05:00I had to this happen to me as a 14 year old Dodger...I had to this happen to me as a 14 year old Dodger fan after they won the World Series in 1988. I saw the Dodgers play on a family trip going through St. Louis in the summer of '89. The hotel that the team was staying in just so happened to be the one my Mother had booked for us. I tried to talk to Mike Davis and John Shelby but they were rude and ignored me. In their favor, the hotel was overrun by signature seekers trying to hunt down Orel Hershiser (who had his own floor with security at all exits), and they were in the midst of a terrible season. Kirk Gibson was playing center field due to Shelby's ineptness with a bum knee that day!. They wouldn't even say hello even though they saw me sitting quietly, politely, and eager to meet them. <br />"I am with my family. Leave me alone!", T-Bone Shelby told me. They were mediocre players anyway ;)<br />After this I just leave celebrities alone. They are just people like you and me, putting their pants on the same. And as John Gotti once told his son, "Why would you want to be a baseball player?!?! Baseball players are the biggest assholes." Even though he was a crook, he is probably right. Athletes are ultra competitive and sometimes have Ty Cobb syndrome.<br />I laugh because years later my Mother ran into Jesse Jackson at the airport and he was an ass to her when she approached him in kindness. I had warned her beforehand to leave him alone. He looked sweaty and tired like he was hungover.Scott Dnoreply@blogger.com