A complete kinescope of the NBC telecast of Game 7 of the 1960 World Series has been found in Bing Crosby’s private vault. (“Along with several of his classic child beatings.” — J. Elvis Weinstein)
MLB Network will apparently be showing it later this year, giving it the same treatment they gave Don Larsen’s perfect game: digging up everyone who’s still alive so they can be interviewed by Bob Costas for wraparound segments.
Watch this now before
MLB realizes it exists online: the last 10 minutes or so of Game 1 of the 1988 World Series.
The following are all baseball-related dreams I’ve had in the past month. Seriously: the past month–a month in which there has been no baseball.
1 The Cardinals won the 2009 World Series. For some reason, I watched it all at Chuck E. Cheese. When I woke up, I was really happy for nearly a minute before realizing it was a dream; at that point, I began to ponder whether a world championship would really be worth sitting in Chuck E. Cheese for upwards of 20 hours.
2 I was watching the 1982 World Series. In the top of the first inning, Andy Van Slyke–who, my waking self knows, was not on that team–hit a double. He had long braids dangling beyond the back of his helmet, like many a football lineman. In the bottom of the first inning, the first two Brewers made outs, and then their third hitter came to the plate . . . and he was Darth Vader. Vader’s a lefty, and–I hate to say this about one of the universe’s greatest villains, but he’s got a sweet stroke. He hit a double, and as he slid into second, his cape flew behind him beautifully.
3 The Cardinals were having trouble re-signing Jason LaRue. This was one of those dreams that you forget about until reality reminds you: I read an article the next day about the Cards re-signing LaRue, and for a moment I was perplexed. Then the wisps of dream came back to me–and made me feel like the lamest person in the universe. I mean, the dude’s facial hair and hygiene are nothing less than wonders of the universe, but what it boils down to is the sad fact that I had a dream about the contract status of a backup catcher. I swear my life is better and more fulfilling than that fact would make you think.
And this is all without even getting into the dream I had about Vinegar Joe Lieberman Sunday night!
When Jim and I started this blog more than four years ago, we shared a couple of fundamental principles. To wit:
1 The Devil Rays suck and will forever suck.
2 Bud Selig is evil, or at least incompetent.
Good to know at least one of those truths still shines.
Congratulations, Rays, on your first pennant of many. Congratulations, Phillies, on your World Championship, and congratulations to longtime Baseball Related Program Activities favorites Matt Stairs, Geoff Jenkins, Jamie Moyer, and So Taguchi. I’m glad Ryan Howard buck-bucking onto the dogpile didn’t kill Brad Lidge.
Man, I’m sick of the Red Sox always winning the World Series! (Now there’s something no one’s said in about 90 years.)
I’ve still got plenty of baseball chili in my fridge. Hope
it works just as well tomorrow night as “Heroes” chili.
This needs to be stopped now.
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One problem with starting the World Series on a Wednesday is that I don’t go straight home from work on Wednesdays; I volunteer at Reading for the Blind and Dyslexic, recording textbooks. Now, I don’t have a problem watching baseball on TiVo delay, but the big problem here was that I had to make my baseball chili ahead of time (which I did on Wednesday).
Anyway, as I was leaving the RFB&D studio at 7:00 tonight, I heard a loud voice coming from across the parking lot. My first thought was, “Wow, someone’s really talking loud on their cell phone.” Then I heard a different loud voice, and thought, “Wow, why are those two people talking so loud to each other?” And then I realized what the voices were, and realized that someone was sitting in their car with the windows down listening to the World Series on the radio. I hummed loudly
as I walked to my car because I didn’t want to hear Jon Miller give the score. (Fortunately, all I really heard from him was the phrase “It’s a change-up.”)
Not that hearing the score at that point would have mattered much.
Since I did end up watching it on TV, I can report that in the bottom of the 3rd, Joe Buck referred to Chris Myers as “our little jub-jub.” This is because, when Joe Buck was on “Late Night with Conan O’Brien” last week, Conan offered $1,000 for his favorite charity if he’d work “jub-jub” somewhere into the game broadcast, “jub-jub” being something that Conan would blurt at random moments in the “Simpsons” writers’ room.
It’s competing against actual postseason baseball in most of the country, but tonight’s episode of “Journeyman” on NBC is titled “Game Three”; the plot is that Our Hero ends up back in time in October 1989 and has to either warn people about the forthcoming earthquake or warn people not to bet on the Giants. Since the show takes place in San Francisco, I guess it was inevitable (although this is only the third episode).
Phil Rizzuto’s death today comes just a couple of days after I (finally) listened to a Christmas present from my father: a 2-CD set containing the radio broadcast of the Yankees and Dodgers in Game 5 of the 1949 World Series (the deciding game). At one point during the game, Mel Allen points out that if you saw Scooter walking with the rest of the team, because of his small size, you might think he was the batboy.
It was a game with a lot of action (16 total runs), but I found the radio broadcast more interesting for things other than the game itself. Red Barber and Mel Allen were the announcers, with each responsible for the team they announced for during the regular season — Mel was at the mike by himself in the half-innings when the Yankees were batting, with Red while the Dodgers were up. Occasionally, they would talk to each other between innings, mostly to do live commercials for Gillette (all of the commercials were for Gillette — this was a “Gillette Cavalcade of Sports” broadcast).
At one point, Red Barber mentions that Jerry Coleman was moving Jackie Robinson’s glove out of the way — fielders used to leave their gloves at their position. And Mel Allen refers to the fact that the American League umpires were wearing their chest protectors on the outside, and the National League umpires were wearing them on the inside.
There’s also a mention that this Sunday game started an hour late (2:00 instead of 1:00) due to “New York state law” and couldn’t go past 7:00 for the same reason. Because of all the action, the game goes fairly long, and the umpires confer with commissioner Happy Chandler in the stands, with the results being that the lights are turned on for the first time during a World Series game.
And for a broadcasting geek like me — I didn’t realize the phrase “let’s pause 10 seconds for station identification” was that old, but there it was, followed by a station identification for “WOR and WOR-FM, New York” and a suggestion to watch the game on WOR-TV, Channel 9. Yes, I did know WOR-FM and WOR-TV were that old.