Weekly e-newsletter for members and friends of the Dublin Community Church
Two Weeks Late
Being a good
Yes, yes, I know that Pete Rose defiled the good, pure name of American baseball when he bet on every team in baseball. But he single handedly destroyed the American Past time the old-fashioned way…without steroids, and so I still sort of love him.
Somewhere in boxes are a couple baseball cards of Frank
Robinson and Vada Pinson too. Vada was the man I followed in the early 60’s.
Pete was the man for me in the 70’s and 80’s. When I lived in
It seems the economy in
I was pretty passionate about the Reds in the 70’s. It was easy too. Think of their line up with Joe Morgan, Johnny, Pete, Perez, Foster and a few others. My greatest regret was that I was out of the country for the culmination of a couple of the greatest World Series in 1975 and ’76. I suppose I should qualify that remark…they were great World Series if you were not Red Sox or Yankees fans.
I was teaching in
The following year in the Fall of 1976 I was in the capital city
Lusaka for a basketball tournament. I coached the Kafue
Secondary School Varsity and J.V teams. It sounds more resume-enhancing than
it really was, but I enjoyed those games and the tournaments at
So, there in October of 1976 I went to the Saturday, all-day tournament and I asked the Brothers if the Reds were in the Series.
“It’s over”, said Brother Thomas.
“Over? What do you mean, over?” I asked, figuring the Reds never even made it to the Series and were defeated in the playoffs.
“The Series is over. The Reds beat the Yankees in 4 straight. It was a sweep!” replied Brother Justin.
“Ahhh, there IS a God!” I responded.
And I was lucky that none of the priests were from the
I no longer live and die with the fortunes of the Reds, which is a good thing considering their fortunes the past 15 years. As for the Indians, I had only heard of one of the players prior to the playoffs. I figure that none of the players spend much time thinking about Bob Tussing and so I spend little time worrying about them. Still, it’s hard to not get enthused. The Indians beat the Yankees and that is always good, though I feel bad for Torre (I’m sure my Red Sox friends do not share that sentiment) who is a class act. I wish the Reds had hired him, perhaps Steinbrenner wouldn’t have noticed for a couple weeks.
But, most of all, the playoffs mean that “summer” is still hanging on, even though they play all the games at night in the cold in October and November. I’m never quite ready to let go of summer, nor Pete nor Vada nor the “’76 Sweep”, that I experienced nearly two weeks late. Thank you Brother Justin.