Bet is was painful. |
Drew mentioned Seattle pitcher Charlie Furbush, and Detroit pitcher Al Albuquerque
I first laughed at Charlie Furbush last season, not only for my being a ‘Charlie,’ as it also reminded me of a couple of old stories about my ex-wife (Ruth), who for all our other differences, had a great and ironic sense of humor.
We were on a vacation trip once, driving from Tucson (AZ) to Flagstaff and passed a sign around Sedona that read, " Wet Beaver Creek – 8 Miles."
Ruth mused (to me), "Bet you’d like to dip your pole into that one, huh?"
Wanna dip your pole? |
Just a little bit inside |
Anyway, Pete is up at bat, and the pitcher smokes a fast ball – really tight inside, and Pete has to dramatically jack-knife out of harms way.
Ruth remarked, "He was almost Pete La, after that one."
Ruth seemingly single-mindedness aside, there actually was a pitcher (and later pitching coach) named Dick Pole. I sometimes wonder if the world would end if he ever visited Wet Beaver Creek? There was another former player and coach named Coot Veal – I am not making these names up – who sounds like some dish you’d find at a place like Nouveau, a "fusion restaurant" in Brooklyn. They make their Coot Veal out of young, fatted calf, and skinny, old coots .
Have with fava beans, and a nice Chianti! |
Second best name all time is a guy that I saw pitch in Connie Mack Stadium in the early 1960’s. He was known simply as Cal McLish, but his full, legal name was Calvin Coolidge Julius Caesar Tuskahoma McLish.
But still, to me, the #1 best baseball name of all time is I Don’t Care… he’s our shortstop.
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