Dallas’ decision to lavish up to $11 million on a one year deal for DE Greg Hardy —- who settled out of court last year after being charged with assault and death threats by his former girlfriend —- has been criticized by everyone from Mayor Mike Rawlings to WFAA’s Dale Hansen (above). The slightly more blase Tim Colishaw of the Dallas Morning News, however, argues, “the Cowboys’ lack of a moral compass is not a product of the Jerry Jones generation. He did not initiate the practice of bringing criminals to town to put stars on their helmets.”
The police were more lenient a half century ago about letting Cowboys escape jail time or in helping them keep things under wraps. Former all-pro guard John Niland saw his world after football unravel in a haze of drugs and alcohol before getting his life back in order. As he once put it, “When an active player gets busted, they squash it.”
How many did we never hear about? Who can say, but where do you suppose former wide receiver Pete Gent got his ideas for North Dallas Forty?
Even if protecting them was common practice, the Cowboys found their way to the police blotter. Nobody made a fuss when the Cowboys traded for the Vikings’ Lance Rentzel, even though the wide receiver had been arrested for exposing himself to underage girls in Minnesota. When he did the same thing to a 10-year old girl in Dallas in 1970 (while married to actress Joey Heatherton), the Cowboys reacted swiftly by…
Well, actually Rentzel asked to be placed on the inactive list. He was traded that off-season to the Los Angeles Rams (yes, there was still a market for him), and the NFL eventually got around to handing him a lengthy suspension two years later.
With the New Britain Rock Cats (formerly Red Sox) moving to new digs in Hartford in 2016 and with that came the inevitable contest to rename the ballclub. So congratulations then, to UConn grad Antohny Castora, whose submission “Yard Goats”, was inexplicably chosen the winner, as the Hartford Courant’s Paul Doyle explains.
“To me, Yard Goats just stood out,” Castora said. “I wanted something that would be fun, but have a double meaning. I know everybody has made fun of it … but this is unique.”
Castora also said that he submitted the name on his own and that he has no connection to Brandiose, the branding and marketing company that works with minor league teams. It was his idea and he was the only person to submit Yard Goats.
“No, this is all me,” said Castora, a teacher who took two days off from work to attend the press conference.
And he thought that Whirlybirds would win. “I would have been happy to lose to Whirlybirds,” he said.
When the Rock Cats announced their move, there was strong support for a name that connected the franchise to Hartford’s baseball history. But Dark Blues, Bees, Laurels and other historic names did not make the cut. Nor did names connected to Mark Twain’s presence in the city (Huckleberries led a Courant online poll as a write-in choice).
(Apologies to Alan Partridge for the use of the above headline). Given the number of insurance companies featuring former Oz cast members as pitchmen, shouldn’t one of televisions more murderous convicts be selling us on the importance of slander insurance? In Brooklyn Friday, lawyers for Roger Clemens’ former trainer, Brian McNamee, came to terms with The Rocket’s insurance carrier over a defamation suit filed in 2008. From Newsday’s Jim Baubach :
The actual settlement amount, which was not revealed, will be paid by AIG, which is Clemens’ homeowners insurance, Clemens attorney Chip Babcock said. He said it’s standard for homeowners policies to include coverage for defamation lawsuits.
“No one disputes insurance paid for it,” McNamee attorney Richard Emery said.
Clemens was not present in court Wednesday and Babcock said the pitcher did not have authority over the settlement negotiations, which were between McNamee and the insurance company.
“Clemens was a bystander, if you will, in the settlement,” Emery said, “but it does get him off the hook from going to trial in October.”
McNamee, of Long Beach, sued Clemens for defamation in 2008, saying the pitcher slandered him by saying his former trainer lied about having injected the pitcher with PEDs in 1998, 2000 and 2001. Clemens denied the accusations, including under oath before Congress, and in 2012 was acquitted of perjury and obstruction charges that stemmed from his denials.
(above, the helpless Deborah Harry being pummeled by Hollywood’s Andy Kaufman)
OK, the above headline is a bit of a stretch, but former ECW vet Lance Storm claims the recent proliferation of female vs. male matches on pro wresting’s indie circuit is “contributing to the deterioration of our industry” (“let the men fight the men and the women fight the women. If you can’t put on a compelling show, under those extreme limitations, you either aren’t trying hard enough or you’re in the wrong profession”).
When you do men vs. women matches and ignore the very clear differences in size, strength and style between the two, you completely destroy the realism of a match and contribute to the deterioration of the art form of wrestling by further numb fans to everything except the pop of a move.
While that in itself is bad, really bad in fact, there is a far bigger down side to consider. In addition to making us numb to the storytelling of pro-wrestling, I fear it makes us numb to man on women violence. Wrestling has been fighting the “Don’t try this at home” battle forever. Kids start thinking wrestling moves are fake and thus doing them on their friends is perfectly fine. This then leads to serious injuries and even deaths; and the finger of blame often gets pointed at pro-wrestling. At a time where other pro sports (most notably the NFL) are plagued with domestic abuse charges and countless cases of male athletes beating the hell out of their wives or girls friends, is it wise to be normalizing male on female violence?
As tragic as a guy accidentally injuring his girlfriend while imitating what they see on TV will be, how long before an abusive boyfriend throws his girlfriend down seriously injuring her, uses the defence, we were just imitating what they saw in a wrestling match? “It was just an accident, we were playing wrestling”. It has been used in court with kids, and it will be used in court with domestic violence. The more silly and light hearted we make the “violence” and competition in pro wrestling feel, the more acceptable it feels to do it to others at home or on the play ground. If we do the same with male on female “violence” I think we are making an even bigger mistake
“Somewhere deep inside his man cave in Potomac, a diminutive billionaire tunes his trusty AM radio to 980 to listen to his favorite sports radio station. The station where he signs the checks and calls the shots. But meddle as he may, Mr. Snyder cannot control the sports discussion in Washington. For there is a station on crystal-clear FM, where fans of all genders and ages can talk freely about the Redskins. Where the Nationals, Wizards and Capitals actually exist. And you found that station. Unbiased, unfiltered, uncensored, sports radio 106.7 The Fan.”
You might’ve seen headlines yesterday that had NFL coaching legend John Madden taking umbrage at Will Ferrell’s recent spring training stunt for charity (” a lack of respect for the game and a [lack of] respect for what players have to do to get where they are”). What you might’ve missed, however, was the following portion in which Madden compares Ferrell’s act to Rick Barry masquerading as a football player. From KCBS.com :
“I’m in training camp in Santa Rosa,” Madden said. “Rick Barry comes walking by and he was playing for the Warriors at that time. He was a friend of [then Oakland owner] Al Davis’ and he said he was going to go in and suit up and go out on the field and practice, to fool Al. I swear this is true.
“Jack Tatum and George Atkinson walked by and I said, look, if this guy comes out on the field, he’s live bait, and I want you to go after him the way you would go after any other player that plays on another team. I said, go ahead and dress, but we’re going to treat you like a football player and not like an NBA player.”
Fortunately for Barry, he did not suit up and was not pulverized by Raiders players. And fortunately for Ferrell, Madden is not a coach in the majors, and his stunt went off without any beanball hitches.
Former NBA vet/fashion plate Charles Oakley was the guest of honor at Friday’s Heat/Raptors tilt, with hosts Toronto lavishing 5000 Oak bobbleheads to the early arrivals. The Toronto Star’s Dave Feshuk had the presence of mind to ask Oakley if ever envisioned such an honor (“well, I have a head, so you never know what can happen.”)
He was asked how he’d fare in today’s NBA. “I’d foul out in the first quarter.”
He was asked about his two years as an assistant coach in Charlotte a while back.
“I got some headaches watching film. I got a chance to see (today’s players) first-hand. It was pretty bad.”
Oakley’s immutable critiques— he’s been tsk-tsking the softness of NBAers since he was still throwing elbows among them — remain a lot like his playing style, rough and unapologetic, and certainly too harsh for the uber-sensitive present.
“It’s hard to watch. It’s a different game. There’s some good games and a lot of bad games,” he said. “More bad games than good games these days.”
Oakley, for all his matter-of-fact disses of current players — “You don’t have to be strong to play this game no more,” was another — wasn’t a cloud of negativity. He said he’ll be involved in next year’s all-star weekend festivities in Toronto and heaped lavish praise on the 416.
“Wait ’til you get there. You’ll be amazed,” he said, explaining how he’s been defending Toronto to its doubters. “Clean city. Got just as much as New York going on. Less crime. So at least you don’t have to worry about all that stuff.”
Of the 12 members of the Dream Team, he is the only one who has not gained induction into the Basketball Hall of Fame as an individual. (The Dream Team was inducted as a unit in 2010.) In fact, according to the Hall of Fame, Laettner has not been nominated. This despite a process in which anyone can put together a package of information for the screening committee to consider.
The Naismith Memorial Basketball Hall of Fame, is unlike the institutions associated with Major League Baseball and the National Football League, which mostly consider the pro careers of athletes. The basketball committee would look at Laettner’s contributions as an amateur and a professional and to the national team. But Duke, for which he won two national titles, and the Atlanta Hawks, for whom he was an All-Star — not to mention fans, boosters and other teams — have never completed the process to propose him for the game’s highest honor.
When Duke was contacted about not having nominated Laettner, associate sports information director Matt Plizga responded that the university had never nominated an individual, allowing others to recognize the accomplishments of its athletes.
Apparently, Hoffman believes that in addition to Laettner’s impressive collegiate resume, being the 12th man on the 1992 U.S. Olympic team is a serious credential. Not to mention, ONE All-Star reserve nod in a 12 year NBA career! If being the last guy named to the Gold Medal-winning Dream Team is a big deal, how about never getting out of the second round of the playoffs in his pro tenure?
On Thursday night, San Jose GM Doug Wilson fielded questions from season ticket holders, one of ‘em being a request to clarify exactly how veteran C Joe Thornton was relived of the club’s captaincy during the last off-season. Wilson, careful to praise Thorton (“he cares about the game so much..he carries the weight of the team on his shoulders”), suggested this was an amicable decision (“I sat him down and said we need other players to step up and share this. Leadership group in this league is a shared thing, it’s not one guy. This says a lot about Joe. He got it.”), a version of events the latter took strong exception to, as the San Jose Mercury-News’ David Pollak reports :
“I think Doug just needs to shut his mouth,” Thornton said after his team’s morning practice. “I think that’s the bottom line.”
Thornton added: “All I’ve got to say is I’ve been here every day working hard. I haven’t taken a sabbatical. He just needs to stop lying, shut his mouth.”
Wilson declined requests for a response to Thornton’s comments, but the general manager told CSN Bay Area, “If (Thornton’s) got an issue, he knows exactly where I am, and I’ll be glad to talk to him about it. There’s zero issue here. I was asked a question at a season-ticket holder function, and my response was to do my job and be accountable to our season ticket holders and tell the truth.”
On Thursday, Capital New York published excerpts from Steve Kettman’s “Baseball Maverick”, which chronicles Sandy Alderson’s first four years attempting to rebuild the New York Mets. In several passages quoted by CNY’s Howard Megdal, Kettman details the club’s financial straits and Alderson’s inability to field a competitive club as a result, but the latter now insists a book for which he granted extraordinary access, has mischaracterized his position. Quoted by Newsday’s Marc Carig, Alderson insists, “some people want to interpret the last four years strictly in terms of what financial resources were available or not available to the Mets…that’s a point of view that some people have. And people will extrapolate from whatever might suggest that as a continuing theme.”
“Never talked about the payroll as an unfortunate limitation to us, haven’t talked about it recently, haven’t talked about it in the past, don’t intend to. It’s not relevant to me. The last four years is a story of putting the franchise back to a competitive situation on the field with good players. I think we’re on the cusp of doing that.”
Alderson is also quoted in the book as expressing disappointment that the Mets could not sign a reliever prior to the 2014 season, although the team upped the payroll over an $85 million threshold.
“Right now people think we’re incomplete, and you know, they may be right,” he says in the book.
“Everybody was like we had to meet this standard,” Alderson said Thursday. “And it became more about the payroll than anything else. Every team has a weakness. We saw the same thing this year where we made some moves early in the offseason and we didn’t make any thereafter. So what happens is the novelty of the acquisitions wears off and at some point people start looking for something else.
“That happened to us this year. It happened to us last year but if you go back and look at our bullpen situation, it rectified itself pretty well once we got into the season. So it’s not always about spending money. And I think that’s the approach that we’ve all taken over the last several years, not just last year or even this year.”
Keep in mind, this bullpen improvement that Alderson cites didn’t stop the Mets from compiling the 3rd most blown saves in the National League. That’s what you get for major league ticket prices from the New York market’s NL entry these days — self-congratulation (and contract extensions!) for finishing 17 games out of first place.
(culled from Midnight‘s Facebook page…with apologies to Jon Landau for the above headline)
Dear Mr. Wintermote,
my sports blog would like to commission you to review the Lollipop Records showcase at the Whip-In next Thursday. Though I cannot pay you for this assignment, others who’ve written for this website in the past have parlayed this valuable exposure into lucrative positions with some of the internet’s most exciting new publishers. Based on the writing sample above, I am confident you have the analytical chops to follow in the footsteps of these other freelancers. I look forward to hearing from you shortly.
CSTB’s 3/19 show at Beerland (Complete, Uniform, Manateees, Mac McCaughan, Xetas, Yes I’m Leaving, Injuries) has already been touted in this space, in particular, the participation of newish Austin duo Injuries who are kicking things off shortly after noon. As you can see from short clip above, a recent performance at No Comply was highlighted by one individual’s ill-advised attempt to channel the spirit of Darryl Dawkins. OH YEAH, MATCHING JFA TEES.
Yes, that one. But the above auction comes awfully close in the grimness sweepstakes ; clearly the seller is a person of great integrity (“these instruments are not in the best condition”), though he might be just a tad bit delusional (“they could be worth a fortune someday when Great White gets inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame”).
As you’ve probably heard elsewhere, ESPN’s Stephen A. Smith finds Philly’s jettisoning of LeSean McCoy and Jeremy Maclin somewhat curious, suggesting Chip Kelly’s retention of Kenny Chesney fan Riley Cooper is “a tad bit odd”. And while Smith at no point specified that Eagles head coach Chip Kelly had kicked black players to the curb while continuing to suit up, y’know, a racist, that didn’t stop NJ.com from running the headline, “Stephen A. Smith plays the race card when questioning Chip Kelly, Eagles’ recent moves.”
When, exactly did calling out racists or those who enable them, become “playing the race card?”. How is Smith — lambasted by one NJ.com commenter as “Espn’s Al Sharpton”, a more divisive force than a wide receiver guilty of this?
When DeSean Jackson is allowed to depart for Washington and Cooper remains a prominent member of the Eagles, couldn’t one just as easily surmise that Chip Kelly’s the one playing the race card?
I don’t listen to enough other radio — online or otherwise — to say with authority that WFMU is the nation’s (or the world’s) best broadcaster. But as someone who’s been listening for more than 30 years, I will say this much : in an era in which there’s myriad options that all but guarantee you’ll never encounter something you dislike, a genre you’re unfamiliar with or an artist that lacks the backing of a colossal infrastructure, WFMU has never been more crucial or fun. Even with the disappearance of a certain Tuesday night program (the less said about the show that replaced it, the better) WFMU’s cavalcade of hosts have the ability to entertain, educate and enrage, sometimes within the confines of the same show/hour/set.
I live in a house surrounded by more interesting records than I’ll ever have time to listen to, yet I still find myself listening to WFMU when I get up, in the middle of the afternoon, driving around town or at the end of the night. At any given moment I might hear an amazing song I’ve not even thought of in years. Or I might hear something (old or new) that I’ve never come across that’s nothing short of mind-blowing.
Is every show the greatest listening experience of all time? Absolutely not. But the vast majority are programmed by the sort of insane music obsessives that have the sort of wit, zeal, perspective that no algorithm can ever hope to replace. To say this type of broadcasting is not exactly in vogue would be a huge understatement — even so-called public radio is tightly playlisted, genre-specific and fixated on marketing/branding in ways you’d have previously associated with commercial radio. So give what you can ; they only do the shakedown thing once (ok, sometimes twice) a year and given the amounts people are dropping on cable, netflix, hulu, various music subscription services, etc., throwing a few bucks at WFMU isn’t the least you could do (that would be giving them no money at all), but please consider it just the same.
As you’ve probably read by now, Curt Schilling’s 17 year old daughter was recently the target of Twitter creeps who found themselves named and shamed by the ex-hurler turned TV analyst. Along with blaming this incident and the further decline of western civilization on Vince McMahon and Snoop Dog (Jay-Z is inexplicably dissed by omission), the New York Post’s Phil Mushnick declares, “there is no form of mass media and entertainment commerce — TV, music, internet, video games, radio, movies, advertising — that isn’t heavily and aggressively invested and reliant on any combination of violence, sex and crudity.”
Not for years have “edgy” and “irreverent” meant edgy and irreverent. They mean vulgar. Language arts? “Stinks” became “sucks” became “blows.” “Crap” and “piss,” “balls,” “ass” and “scumbag” have become so TV/radio common that to scold a teen for their usage will leave them curious about specifics.
Modesty, a component of civility, has been deemed commercially worthless, replaced by boastful, chest-pounding “swagger.” You don’t cheer for your team, you chant insults and obscenities at the other team. And one can learn to “twerk,” as opposed to dance, in just one try!
Yet to fight it, to object to the escalation of common incivility, is to risk condemnation — run for your life! — as any combo of geezer, radical right-wing conservative, Christian zealot or bigot. The safe media route is to indulge it, suffer it quietly. Or pander to it — just hop on!
It’s a good bet one or both of these young tweeters grew up as two of the millions of lemmings drawn to the work of Mr. and Mrs. Vince McMahon, who ordered their dubiously muscled, limited life-spanned wrestlers to stand in front of TV cameras, thrust their hands toward their genitals and holler, “Suck it!”
Though I’m mostly comfortable letting Phil’s words appear with no rebuttal, I think everyone should be slightly alarmed at the possibility Mr. Mushnick believes twerking is easily accomplished.
Crazy scenes followed Aston Villa’s 2-0 home F.A. Cup Quarter Final victory over West Bromwich Albion Saturday evening, with sanctions against the hosts likely to follow. Villa Captain Fabian Delph claimed, “people tried to kiss me and were biting me”. So it’s like a slightly more athletic finale to an Air Traffic Controllers show, then.
Jim Boeheim should not be entitled to keep his job in perpetuity, through an unseemly and craven abdication of rules compliance. He’s not emperor. He’s a basketball coach, and a great one, but also a basketball coach who oversaw a scofflaw program and is now dealing with the second postseason ban of his career.
You have to win a lot of games to keep your job after one postseason ban. Nobody should keep their job after two. Not even the patriarch of a powerhouse program.
If Syracuse wants to kneel at the throne of King Basketball, fine. Take your academic reputation there with you and lay it at Boeheim’s feet. Take all the grandiloquent puffery that accompanies the ideals of higher education and call it what it is – empty rhetoric. Just declare yourself a basketball factory and stop the charade.
Columnist / former TV analyst / PDF publisher Jay Mariotti, he of the burned bridges at the Chicago Sun-Times, ESPN and many boasts of the impending death of traditional media prior to an all-too brief tenure at AOL Fanhouse, has been hired as “sports director” by the San Francisco Examiner, a paper the San Francisco Chronicle’s Joe Garofoli points out, is “an outlet not recently known for its sports coverage.”
“I’m not looking at it like, ‘Wow, this newspaper needs help,’” Mariotti told The Chronicle Friday. “I’m a story guy first. How can you look around here and not be excited?”
Mariotti has largely fallen out of the national spotlight since two highly publicized 2010 incidents involving charges of domestic violence and stalking of a then-girlfriend. He pleaded no contest to stalking and assault-related charges in exchange for a judge reducing the charges to misdemeanors and completing community service and probation. A court expunged those charges from his record in 2013. His attorney said Friday he expects an expungement hearing for remaining charges to be scheduled soon.
Mariotti was confident that he would be accepted in San Francisco, where accusations of domestic violence — later dropped — against Ross Mirkarimi nearly ousted him from the San Francisco sheriff’s office in 2012.
“If people take the time to investigate the finality of this case, they will understand what truly happened and not judge me from false, reckless allegations from four years ago,” Mariotti said.
In 2011, Mariotti detailed his legal case and career in an e-book, “The System: A Manual on Surviving Liars, Loons, Law, Life.” He devotes a substantial portion of his personal website to correcting all the “falsehoods” that have been written about him over the years.
Murphy, a devout Christian, said he would embrace Bean despite a divergence in their beliefs.
“I disagree with his lifestyle,” Murphy said. “I do disagree with the fact that Billy is a homosexual. That doesn’t mean I can’t still invest in him and get to know him. I don’t think the fact that someone is a homosexual should completely shut the door on investing in them in a relational aspect. Getting to know him. That, I would say, you can still accept them but I do disagree with the lifestyle, 100 percent.”
Though I have no interest in belittling Murphy’s faith, I’m of the opinion his religious beliefs are far more of a lifestyle choice than Bean’s sexuality. Matt Ginter running around the clubhouse with a banjo and a crossbow is a lifestyle choice. Mike Piazza’s wearing of Affliction tees and hanging with Eddie Trunk are lifestyle choices. Bean being gay is no more or less a lifestyle than Daniel Murphy being white.
Writing for MLB.com, Bean takes a far more diplomatic approach to the matter, expressing his “tremendous admiration and respect for Daniel Murphy as a family man.”
After reading his comments, I appreciate that Daniel spoke his truth. I really do. I was visiting his team, and a reporter asked his opinion about me. He was brave to share his feelings, and it made me want to work harder and be a better example that someday might allow him to view things from my perspective, if only for just a moment.
The silver lining in his comments are that he would be open to investing in a relationship with a teammate, even if he “disagrees” with the lifestyle. It may not be perfect, but I do see him making an effort to reconcile his religious beliefs with his interpretation of the word lifestyle. It took me 32 years to fully accept my sexual orientation, so it would be hypocritical of me to not be patient with others.
Whether he realizes it or not, Murphy has probably already played alongside a gay teammate. He might’ve even played for a gay coach or manager, or been interviewed by a gay sportswriter or broadcaster. He’s certainly plying his trade in front of gay paying customers. No one is quizzing any of them about the awkwardness of accepting heterosexuals or whether or not they “agree” with heterosexuality.
There’s been any number of persons in the basketball world who’d like to silence Frank Isola, but here’s one rather expensive way of doing so ; the NY Post’s Emily Smith reports competing tabloid the New York Daily News is on the radar of Cablevision’s James Dolan, who already has his hooks in Newsday :
A source tells us Dolan’s interest in the tabloid is a natural extension of Cablevision’s current ownership of Newsday. But Dolan and MSG have been locked in a 10-year feud with the News, which could put some of the paper’s editorial staff in a precarious position if he becomes the buyer.
The feud between Dolan and the News dates back to ’05, when the paper backed a plan by former Mayor Mike Bloomberg to build the West Side Stadium. Cablevision, with Dolan as CEO, opposed the move, as the new sports venue would have competed directly with MSG.
On Thursday, Zuckerman announced he was exploring a sale of the loss-making tabloid. He said the move comes after “we were approached about our potential interest in selling.” Dolan was not the person who made that initial approach, we’re told. The Post’s Keith Kelly reported on Saturday that Cablevision has the cash but risks backlash from investors still unhappy about the drag on earnings from the $650 million purchase of Newsday in 2008.
Stymied in prior attempts to land an NBA head coaching job, often tarred as aloof or worse by old-timer sports media, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar (above, far right) is more likely to find himself interviewing Attorney General Eric Holder or critiquing Lena Dunham or David O. Russell these days. Writes the Washington Post’s Geoff Edgers, “Abdul-Jabbar has emerged as much more than an ex-jock diagramming an inbounds pass on a clipboard. He has become a vital, dynamic and unorthodox cultural voice.”
Abdul-Jabbar is not a name dropper; he’s a fact dropper. References dart across history, pop culture and the special life he’s lived. Mention Boston and he doesn’t reminisce about the Lakers’ epic victory in the 1984-85 finals. He talks of his admiration for the city’s late detective novel master, Robert B. Parker, author of the Spenser series. Ask him about Morales, his unorthodox choice for a manager — she’s white, Jewish and had no idea who he was when they met — and he’ll invoke the name of Gertrude Berg. Gertrude who? You know, the writer and actress who earned an Emmy as the matriarch of the pioneering 1950s sitcom “The Goldbergs.”
Abdul-Jabbar watches lots of TV, loves “True Detective,” “The Wire,” and “Breaking Bad,” and is a lifelong jazz lover who won’t hesitate to hand over his headphones when he thinks you just need to hear Cuban pianist Ernán López Nussa on his iPod.
He talks about how he has tried to make peace with celebrity. He remembers meeting former Brooklyn Dodgers slugger Duke Snider at the baseball star’s Hall of Fame induction in 1980.
“What a wonderful guy,” he says. “And that really made me start thinking, ‘Have I been that wonderful guy?’ That’s what changed my attitude. I bled Dodger blue when I was a kid. When they left Brooklyn, I cried. I had heard someone else tell me a story about Carl Furillo. That he was a real a——. I don’t want to be remembered like that. That’s not me. I’ve got that much graciousness in me.”