Like most fans, my undying love for baseball is deeply rooted in my youth. Sifting through baseball card packs while watching a game just a foot or so from the old fashioned box television at my grandma’s house, equally mesmerized and infatuated with the moving pictures and colorful palette of MLB 1980s era uniforms popping off the cardboard… I can almost smell the goulash cooking in the kitchen and taste the brick flavoring of the free baseball card bubble gum.
For a long time now, I’ve been relying on a Tumblr blog to take me back, to calm me, to remind me how I came to love our national pastime. So when you’re down and out or when you just need a smile to keep you going, head on over to 80s Baseball Player of the Day and enjoy the trip back in time.
I’ve been wanting to pimp this Tumlbr for a long time now. I’ve just been waiting for the right moment. And when dude hit the triumvirate of Bret Saberhagen (wearing his little brother’s jacket?), Atlee Hammaker (best name in baseball?) and Ozzie Virgil (he is the most interesting man in the world?), then I knew it was time.
You’re welcome. Also, don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.
When did Brad Lidge become such an object of disdain for this blog? I mean, Kyle Farnsworth I can understand because, well, because he’s Kyle Farnsworth. But Lidge? Yeah, maybe he’s not having a stellar season but after what he did last year, the guy deserves a little bit of a break.
Now, maybe this is easier for me to say because, as a Tigers’ fan, I routinely have to deal with the endless frustration that is Brandon Lyon and Fernando Rodney. I thought that Todd Jones’ retirement meant I wouldn’t have to sit on the edge of my seat anymore when we had a one-run lead in the ninth inning.
But Brad Lidge? He’s not even a Cub! I get the hatred and disgust for Milton Bradley. I approve of and advocate more of the same for Farnsworth. But Lidge? Nah. He’s no Mitch Williams. He’s not really any sort of appropriate object for scorn.
So, Mr. Lung, what gives? Why don’t you tell us what’s really going on? Did Brad Lidge not sign your baseball card? Did you write him a fan letter and he didn’t respond? Or maybe a love letter and he blew you off? Inquiring minds want to know.
The NY Times has a great piece today about guys playing in the majors now who grew up admiring Ken Griffey, Jr. I have to admit, even though there was never any danger of me making it to the majors, I feel the same way about the guy. I still have his Topps rookie card somewhere at my parents’ house and I remember going to see him play at old Tiger Stadium when he was with the Mariners. Actually, even though I was (and always will be) a huge Tigers fan, I was almost more excited about watching Griffey patrol center field that day than I was about seeing the Tigers’ cast of has-beens and never-weres. This was the 90’s after all, and there wasn’t much good happening at the corner of Kaline and Trumbull. And even though I know he’ll probably go down with some sort of injury part way through the season, I’d love to see the Tigers pick him up and unload Sheffield. Griffey at DH sporting an old English “D” on his ballcap? Yes, please!