Wednesday, April 17, 2013

The Masters and The Man

The Master’s

First of all upon further review I think the slow play penalty assessed to the young man was the right call. The problem with this penalty and why it is never called is because what was explained the tour players do to prevent getting a slow play penalty once they are on ‘the clock’ which the young China Man did not know (but his caddie should have).

What the players do when they are put on the clock is this:

1. They slow down.
2. As soon as all the players have teed off on the hole the caddies pick up the pace and to arrive at the ball much quicker.
3. The caddie then checks yardage, wind, etc all before the player arrives and has made the club choice.
4. The player actually slows down their walking pace to allow the caddie to make all the projections.
5. The player that is to hit first gets 60 seconds to strike the ball once they arrive at the ball.
6. The second player has 40 seconds after the first player hits.
7. So the pace of play rule really has no impact.

I really cannot believe how a 14 year old kid handled this situation but that is golf and the golf influence coming through. When a kid learns about etiquette and respect, which are two things golf teaches this is the result you get. Well played young man, well played!  Goes to show what golf can teach a young person and why cities should do more to make the game available to their youth.

As for what happened with Tiger it was the right call. The haters do not think so and I admit at first I thought he should DQ himself but when I learned he was told that it was reviewed and he was OK then the next day something different was decided that is no fault of the player. Had this been anyone else would this have been the same result? Since 90% of participants in a tournament never make TV coverage had one of these players did this it would have never even come up. Had it been McDowell, Couples, Day, Scott, Cabrera the ruling would have been the same. Non issues play on!

As for the Master’s itself it proved once again the tournament starts on the second nine on Sunday. There was a host of people in position to win the tournament and this was one that was won by someone and not given to someone because other players folded.

The putt that Scott made on 18 was huge and then for Cabrera to stuff one in on 18 after watching that from the fairway was just incredible. I loved how Angel showed great respect for Scott when he made the putt and Angel’s emotion on the course during the tournament was truly awesome to watch.

Jason Day once again played a great Master’s but his bogeys on 16 and 17 were his undoing. I loved seeing Freddie and Langer compete as long as they did and great to see Sandy Lyle make the cut also.

Despite some of the controversy it was a great tournament once again.


UK Spring Football

Could the sleeping giant have been awakened? Over 50,000 in the stands for a Spring game at UK just shows how solid the football fan base is despite the lack of success in the SEC. Also proves that UK hired the right person and he has hired the right staff to create a buzz around this program that is like none most people have ever seen (1977 and 2007 come to mind for me).

It is for sure hard to get much out of a Spring Game but I did see some things I liked:

1. UK never huddled on offense one time and they appeared to be very much in sync.
2. The first and second string O Line looked like they have size and some speed.
3. UK spread the field on offense with the linemen spaced wide and lined up with four, five receiver sets on almost every play.
4. They did work in some plays with a fullback or TE in the backfield as a blocker.
5. UK has three solid QB’s and I like the dimension that Jalen Whitlow brings with his ability to run the ball out of the pocked and he threw it well also.
6. There is speed and talent at the wide out positions.
7. Depth at running back.
8. The defense is a work in progress.

UK’s football schedule is tough, tough next year and I do not expect allot of wins but I expect the brand of football will be exciting and they will have and create opportunities to win games. Mark Stoops has momentum and he for sure knows what he is doing and he wants to be in Lexington and that bodes well for UK Football.

I am very excited about next year and the years to follow. Finally a coach with the right idea and a coach that is recruiting beyond expectations already to this point. He will have to win but he is off to a great start.



Ignorance Abounds

And once again I let the masses demonstrate their intelligence. Stupid people are killing our country! Some of the comments are after an article where UK is picked as the preseason #1 in basketball next year and the other comes from comments made after the Chinese Golf Phenomenon was penalized for slow play at the Master’s. Just goes to show people believe what the want to and do not base much on fact which is what the majority of Americans who have issues, whatever they may be, and have those issues.

Unedited Comments:

I'm very glad Kentucky is preseason number 1. Put as much pressure on them as possible. I have them going farther than this year - I have them in the semifinals next year...of the NIT. Assuming, of course, they can avoid Robert Morris.

UK will always be #1 at the beginning of the season, because they buy up all the best one-and-done recruits. On paper, they always have the best team going in. But Calipari isn't doing himself any favors in his failure to develop upperclassmen and role players into leaders. Luckily, in basketball, the best teams get to play and determine who is the best at the end of the year, when it really counts.

This will be a team that starts out #1, maintains its top-5 status thanks to a weak SEC, and then implodes come March due to...

1. A bunch of guys more interested in draft status then winning. Oh yeah, did you see the MCds interviews. They all think they could beat Jordan, in his prime, 1 on 1. So, don't worry, these guys have their head on straight. No way on earth that maybe they could believe their own hype a little too soon. Because as we all know, if you are a top ranked high school player, you ALWAYS pan out. The fact that these players think they are pretty much assured ti win the title without having played a game only helps assure their gigantic failure.

2. A lack of GOOD experience. Sure, Cauley and Pythrees return. So what? GP even contradicts himself when he champions the experience they bring back, but later says this group was "not as good" as the Davis class. Oh yeah, and they didn't even get to play in the Dance. This team has the threat of dysfunction all over it.

3. They are only better on paper - IF you believe that high school rankings matter. Again, you contradict yourself, GP. Its a cop out to say last years class was not as good AFTER THE FACT, despite their #3 ranking. And its stupid to then do the same thing this year due to this years class. Duke, Arizona, Louisville, UNC, Ohio State - they will all be deep and talented, with more REAL experience. This has EPIC fail written all over it.



Just like your last name, UK withered! What a joke they were this year. I can tell you this, as a season ticket holder of the Lakers and Clippers, please do Noel a favor and tell him to stay at little ole UK and the college game. He will get destroyed in the NBA. Shot blocking is important, but it's not what makes pro players significant and a pro fan base has far higher expectations than good ole rah rah blue nation pulling for their little one and done operation and bragging about stupid things like catlanta. Wait, you were not in catlanta, the superior team in the state of Kentucky was in catlanta winning a Championship. Ouch! Rah rah UK!



This is so much nonsense it's pathetic. UK will not win another title under Cal. PERIOD. It sure is funny how getting run out of the gym against Robert Morris has had such an affect on the frontal lobe of all things UK. As a reminder, the loss to mighty Robert Morris was in the NIT 1st ROUND! Not the NCAA 1st round. THE NIT 1st ROUND in a High School sized gym! The UK fan base and the sports prognosticators are completely delusional and so caught up in the hype of McDonald's All Americans that they forget there's this thing called chemistry, something a crop of Freshmen will never be able to establish enough in 1 season to contend with more experienced teams. It's just not going to happen. The UK team that won last year had significant veterans, this years team will not leave significant veterans on the roster next year. Noel was a bust when looking back at all the hype he received and he will not even hang around for another year (although he should stay for all 4). Keep dreaming UK while the Tar Heels prepare to hang another National Championship next year. Also, don't forget, the Heels are 22-13 against your Wildcats and that number will continue to widen now that the series will be starting back. Remember this. You lost in the 1st round of the NIT this year. You are not worthy. PERIOD!



***HERE'S PARRISH At his "best" Again !! A Few Days Removed From LOUISVILLES outrageous Year & National Championship.. NO Great Coverage or story lines About the Cards (except of course . players leaving).. No NEW Final Rankings for THIS YEAR acknowledging Uof L & others .. BUT RATHER CBS FRONT PAGE Pictures & Article ABOUT ..His buddy & Next years ridiculous Predictions ABOUT ..YEP--You guessed it .. KENTUCKY !! Couldn't Go a week without Drudging up This NIT teams Name & story On UK .. trying to OVERSHADOW LOUISVILLE 'S Magnificent Achievements & Year !! GARY -- SHAME on You & I really Hope your not so subtle allegiance is Properly Rewarded !! UK -This Year - S^*T THE BED & Is NOT Newsworthy .. LOUISVILLE IS !!! YET ..You create some "Fantasy" about NEXT year already to Thrust Pay pal & his Crew on Front Page .. Absolutely Shameful !! **OH-- Your "jokes" about the Uof L Womens Team on CBS TV few Nights back WERE NOT Appreciated & In VERY BAD TASTE although consistant with your Distain For Rick & the CARDINALS !! THEY HAD AN AWESOME YEAR !!! RE-THINK your "stuff" & stop being so very Transparent & Biased !!! ** THIS WEEK-- WE should NOT Be reading about what a few High School Kids MIGHT Do next year at UK .. BUT Rather ... What a few High School Kids who at UofL ..this year .. IN FACT--DID DO !!! IS THIS DIFFICULT ???



If this was a white kid from anywhere USA they would never have imposed this penalty...the old school Masters Members are racist, they still can't stand the Idea that Tiger is a member.



The good old boys don't want a #$%$ in the Masters.



Tianlang Guan is the MOST interesting player in this "Masters," that continues to prove Augusta National a DISGRACE! WHAT else can you call it? RACISM! THINK! The kid would be tied with Mickelson!! Augusta National spokesman Steve Ethun said there were NO records of the penalty EVER being assessed during the Masters. EVER! LAST player penalized for slow play at a major=Gregory Bourdy at 2010 PGA Championship at Whistling Straits!!! FIRE ALL of these officials NOW before the PGA becomes a TOTAL JOKE!!!



This little kid is trying to cheat his way to the top and should be deported.



I'm sure the penalty wasn't unilaterally imposed by the "good ol' boys" who run Augusta. It presumably was imposed only after it had been blessed by the PGA officials who are all over the place during this tournament.



just shows the fools running the Masters r FOOLS!!! really hurt the kid just can u can!!! wow total jack *^$( running the place!!!



Phil and the others crying racism by Southerners need to check the membership of the club.



For instance, I don't believe Bill Gates is a Southerner however he is a club member.

Just saying--------------



But then they allow the wife cheating colored boy play.



So many great golfers and the Masters waste a spot on a child from China? Put an age limit of at least 18 on all PGA tournaments. And do you really want a bunch of no name Asian golfers on the tour? Look what it has done for the LPGA which barely even exists due to the irrelevance of Korean golfers which has chased away most all sponsors and greatly reduced the number of tournaments.



some of the good ol' boys had to let blacks play but a teenage chinese kid nope



The rednecks there don't like blacks, women and apparantly asians. Welcome to the Old South youngster.





My Tribute to The Man

My grandfather said Stan was the greatest ball player he ever saw. Stan is by far the most under appreciated player in the history of the game.

I give you a great New York Times Article about Stan Musial.


Back in the late winter of 1941, a skinny, 20-year-old pitcher named Stan Musial showed up at the St. Louis Cardinals' spring training camp with an aching arm and diminishing hopes that he would ever fulfill his youthful dream of making it to the big leagues.


Musial, who died Saturday at the age of 92, had come up as an erratic, wild-throwing southpaw -- so wild, in fact, that a scouting report at one point urged his release -- in the Cards' minor league system in 1938. His prospects grew only darker in August 1940 in Orlando, Fla., when he was chasing a fly ball in the outfield and his cleats got caught in the turf. He fell hard on the point of his left shoulder, the one to which his pitching arm was attached. With his shoulder injured, he lost the pop on his fastball, and Cardinals hitters began teeing off on him. He later remembered throwing one pitch to his boyhood idol, Cards star center fielder Terry Moore, and then hearing the crack of the bat and watching the ball carry out of the park.


Discouraged as he was, the young man did not quit. As fate would have it, on a day Cards legendary general manager Branch Rickey was watching an intrasquad game in Hollywood, Fla., Musial himself hit a ponderous home run over the right-field fence. This turned out to be, for the Cards as a team and baseball in general, a wonderfully propitious moment. Musial's arm never did completely heal; but at the end of camp, when Rickey heard some sentiment among coaches to send the kid packing, he waved those voices away.


 No one in the annals of the game knew young talent like the Mahatma, as Rickey was known. He saw the kind of potential in young Musial that he one day would see in Jackie Robinson, when he was general manager of the Dodgers and sought to integrate baseball; in a minor league outfielder in Montreal named Roberto Clemente, whom he shamelessly picked from the Dodgers' pocket after he left Brooklyn for Pittsburgh; and in an aspiring young shortstop named Bill Mazeroski, whom he saw turn a few plays at second base, also when he was general manager of the Pirates. "Don't move him," Rickey told Maz's coaches. "He stays at second." The Mahatma thus launched Maz on a career that turned him into a fielder baseball historian Bill James has called "probably the greatest defensive player of all time."


So when Rickey heard talk that sore-armed Stanley ought to be released, he ordered the kid sent to the Cards' Class C affiliate in Springfield, Mo. "Don't let him go," the Mahatma said. "Put him in the outfield and see if he can hit."


This was, as things turned out, a declaration worthy of enshrinement in the National Baseball Hall of Fame, right next to the plaque honoring Musial himself. Indeed, over the next two decades, his physical presence in the batter's box left a lasting impression on all who saw him stroke a baseball with a wooden bat.


His stance was singular. Musial stood slightly crouched -- "I started to crouch because that way I could guard the plate better," he once said -- with his bat straight up, his feet close together and his shoulders turned so far to the left that the pitcher, Lord help him, could read the "6" on Musial's back. He had learned as a kid how to go with a pitch and how to slap the ball to left field, a talent that gave him an enormous edge and, as can be imagined, drove opposing fielders to distraction unto despair.


Managers forever were flummoxed as to how to defend against him. Early in the season of 1951, not long after 20-year-old Willie Mays first was called up to the New York Giants, manager Leo Durocher met with the young slugger to go over the opposing hitters for that day. The Giants were playing the St. Louis Cardinals, and Durocher briefed Mays on the Cards' lineup, telling Mays how to play the first hitter, then the second hitter and then the fourth hitter. "What about number three?" Mays asked. "The third hitter is Stan Musial," Durocher told him. "There is no advice I can give you about him."


What complicated things for Durocher and fellow skippers was the fact that Musial was fast on his feet. Stretching singles into doubles or doubles into triples, he could hit another gear on the basepaths, prompting one manager to liken Musial at full gallop to "a wounded turkey." They nicknamed him the "Donora Greyhound," a reference to his hometown in Pennsylvania.


Blessed with such an array of talents, Musial became not only one of the dozen or so greatest hitters in the annals of baseball, but he also was clearly the finest left-handed batter who ever graced a box in the National League. In the course of his surpassing career, he hung up such prodigious numbers that James, the eminent guru and muncher of baseball stats, ranked him at the end of the 20th century as the 10th greatest player of all time.


In his 2000 edition of Baseball Abstract, James put Musial behind Babe Ruth (1), who was followed in order by Honus Wagner, Willie Mays, Oscar Charleston, Ty Cobb, Mickey Mantle, Ted Williams, Walter Johnson and Josh Gibson. Musial was next, directly ahead of such indubitable lights as Tris Speaker (11), Hank Aaron (12), Joe DiMaggio (13) and Lou Gehrig (14), with Mike Schmidt (21), Rogers Hornsby (22) and Frank Robinson (24) further back.


Musial retired at the end of the 1963 season, but nearly a half-century later, he still is second in total bases with 6,134, behind Aaron (6,856) and just ahead of Mays (6,066). No active ballplayer is even close, and Musial left the game well ahead of Cobb, Ruth, Pete Rose and Carl Yastrzemski.


In the realm of all-time leaders, Musial is fourth in hits with 3,630, sixth in RBIs with 1,951, ninth in runs scored with 1,949, third in extra-base hits with 1,377, third in doubles with 725 and tied for 19th (with Rabbit Maranville) in triples, although again, it is only fair to point out that 10 of those ahead of him in three-baggers began their careers when triples were as plentiful as buffalo, and no less endangered, in the years immediately following Custer's Last Stand.


His ratio of at-bats to strikeouts also is among the best in the history of the majors. Here is one you would not have guessed: Musial had 3,266 more at-bats than Williams but 13 fewer strikeouts (696 for Musial, 709 for Williams), and Williams owned a pair of the most famously discriminating batting eyes in the game. And while Musial ranks 28th in home runs, tied with Willie Stargell at 475, his true place in that pantheon is difficult to fathom in the wake of the recent orgies of chemical enhancement.


All that said, the combined weights of the Musial numbers bear James out, and they certainly give powerful affirmation to those many voices along the Mississippi Valley that have been crying for years that Stan was The Man. So it always has been something of a mystery why Musial -- as generous and decent a man off the field as he was brilliant and dependable on it -- has spent so many years sunk in the shadows of baseball history, a giant often either forgotten or dismissed whenever the sports-talk junkies summon the names of baseball's finest hitters and all-around players.


This unwarranted neglect has become manifest at the game's grassroots. When Sports Illustrated had fans pick a 20th century all-star team at the end of the millennium, they voted Musial 10th among outfielders. ESPN television failed to put him among the top 50 athletes of the 20th century. When MasterCard and professional baseball assembled their All-Century team in 1999, the voting masses virtually ignored Musial; ultimately, an "oversight committee" slipped him onto the roster.


No doubt these embarrassing instances of poor judgment can be traced, at least in part, to the town Musial called home. He played baseball out of St. Louis, not New York, and he did so mostly in an era when that burg was as far west as baseball reached, on the near edge of the American wilderness known as the Great Plains. No one wrote songs about him. No one penned lyrics invoking his name. No character in a Hemingway novel ever mused about him. And no one made a movie of his life. He often visited the media capital of America, but he never was a creation or a creature of it. Musial had neither the flair nor the flamboyance of Willie Mays. No basket catches by Stanley.


He did not crush 500-foot home runs over the white walls of the Bronx, recalling the titanic shots of Babe Ruth and Jimmie Foxx.


No swilling beer from a bucket for Musial. No swallowing hot dogs in two bites, no open roadsters, no raccoon coats. Nor did Stanley have Mickey Mantle's awesome speed and ambidextrous power. He never got into a single drunken brawl at the Copacabana.


In fact, through the 3,026 games he played in his career, he never got kicked out of one. Not a single game. Ken Burkhart umpired scores of St. Louis games behind the plate and said Musial never once complained to him about one of his calls, not even one of those hair-splitting called strikes that might have gone either way.


"In seven years, he never even turned his head to look at me when I was behind the plate," Burkhart said. Nor did he marry the blond movie star with the dress billowing above the subway vent, and he never insisted on being introduced at old-timers' games as "the greatest living ballplayer," although you could make a far stronger case for him than you could for Joe D.


No, Musial married the grocer's daughter from Donora, a shot-and-a-beer mill town that lay some 28 miles south of Pittsburgh, on the banks of the Monongahela River. He grew up, one of a family of eight, in a five-room, wood-frame house at the top of a hill. His father, Lukasz, a Polish immigrant, worked in a zinc factory. A hanging blanket of sulfurous fumes killed all the vegetation on the hill and eventually the old man, too. Lillian Labash, the grocer's daughter, first saw Musial in Palmer Park when he was a 14-year-old lad working as a bat boy for the team of zinc workers managed by a neighbor, Joe Barbao. That day, they were playing another team of blue collars from nearby Monessen. Barbao had run out of pitchers, according to the late sportswriter W.C. Heinz, so he threw young Musial into the fray. Musial pitched six innings and fanned 13 hitters. "Look at that Polish kid pitch against those men," the grocer said to his daughter.


Lillian and Stanley were married five years later -- on his 19th birthday, Nov. 21, 1939 -- when he was making $65 a month pitching for the Cardinals' Class D minor league team in Williamson, W.Va. At 5-foot-10, 175 pounds, Musial always had been able to hit the ball, a skill he had been practicing since he was a boy. "I learned to hit with a broomstick and a ball of tape, and I could always get that bat on the ball," he said.


It did not take Rickey long to learn how right he had been about giving the kid a chance. At Springfield, in just 87 games, Musial hit 26 home runs and had a whopping 94 runs batted in -- a glorious harbinger of his baseball life. After having hit at an equally torrid clip with the Cards' Double-A Rochester club, Musial was home in Donora in mid-September 1941 when he got that unforgettable telegram. It was from Rickey, ordering him to report to the mother club.


"It was really something," Musial told Heinz. "Imagine a 20-year-old kid who starts the year pitching with a sore arm and can't tell if he's gonna make it anywhere in organized ball and ends up …" 
… Stepping into the St. Louis clubhouse for the first time in his life and immediately running into Terry Moore, that outfielder who had been his boyhood idol.  Moore looked at him quizzically. "You look familiar," he said. "I ought to," Musial said. "You hit a homer off me in an exhibition game this spring." "Are you that humpty-dumpty, bum-armed kid?" Moore said. "How'd you get way up here?"


That was the question in the Cards' clubhouse that afternoon, and it took Musial no time at all to answer it. That day against the Boston Braves, in his first major league game, he found himself face to face with a knuckleballer, Jim Tobin. Musial had never seen a knuckler, and he sliced under the first one for a popup out. Tobin later tried to fool the rookie again, fluttering up another knuckler, but this time, Musial lashed it for a double to right, scoring two runs to help win the game 3-2.


Musial was rarely without his harmonica, including at a White House ceremony honoring Hall of Famers in 2001. With Ernie Banks leading the cheers while Juan Marichal and Lou Brock looked on. Musial had 20 hits in 47 at-bats that month, including four doubles and a home run, and ended up hitting .426. He went 6-for-10 in a double-header against the Cubs, leaving Chicago manager Jimmy Wilson to wonder aloud, "Nobody can be that good." Also during that month, the Cards visited the Braves in Boston, and after they left town, the Dodgers showed up, on their way to winning the pennant. Casey Stengel, then the Braves' manager, greeted the Brooklyn writers with this: "Your fellas will win it, but those Cardinals got a young kid in left field that you guys are gonna be writin' about for 20 years."


Leave it to Casey to call that shot, almost to the year. Rarely has baseball seen a more sustained display of excellence, consistency and class than in the 22 years Stanley Frank Musial played baseball. Beyond that brief debut in 1941, he hit no less than .310 for 16 consecutive seasons, a span during which his batting average was .340 and as high as .376 in 1948, his signature year: 230 hits, 46 doubles, 18 triples, 39 home runs, 135 runs, 131 RBIs. It was the year the Phillies' new manager, Eddie Sawyer, was asked what he thought of the National League teams. "Of all the teams I've seen so far," Sawyer said, "Musial is the best."


It also was the year he won one of his seven batting titles and one of his three MVP awards. By then, he was so feared by pitchers that they began to joke about how they pitched to him.


The Brooklyn Dodgers' pinpoint control specialist, Preacher Roe, once said of Musial: "I throw four wide ones to him and then try to pick him off first." "I've had pretty good success with Musial by throwing him my best pitch and backing up third," the Dodgers' Carl Erskine said.


As humble as he was, shy to a fault, Musial felt utterly at home between the chalk lines. No one had more confidence in him than he had in himself. In the 1955 All-Star Game, with the score knotted in the bottom of the 12th inning, Musial came to the plate and was greeted by a very tired Yogi Berra, who was catching that day. "My feet are killing me," Yogi said to Musial. "Relax," Musial said, "I'll have you home in a minute."  He homered into the seats, winning the game. In fact, the homer became one of a record six he hit for the National League in All-Star Games.


Before doubleheaders, shirtless and dressed in only his flannel pants, he would walk around the Cards' clubhouse squeezing the handle of his bat and saying, to no one in particular, "Stanley could have 10 hits today. It is possible for Stanley to have 10 hits. Ten hits for Stanley!" In fact, in one doubleheader, he hit a record six home runs. And as often as he hurt the Dodgers, they never booed him in Brooklyn, where he became so inspired he seemed to enter a whole new zone as a hitter.


"There was always excitement in Brooklyn," Musial once said. "My adrenaline was always flowing in Ebbets Field. The tension, the atmosphere, the fights -- you knew something was going to happen. … The ballpark was small, so the seats were close to the field, and you could hear just about anything anybody said."


Musial heard plenty in those summers of 1948 and 1949, when he hit .522 in Ebbets Field and appeared, like "The Natural," able to do almost anything he wanted with the bat. It was where they coined his other nickname. "I'd come to the plate and the fans would say, 'Here comes that man again, that man.' A sportswriter picked it up and it became 'Stan the Man.'"


It also was the era when Jackie Robinson integrated baseball, and with Robinson's arrival, the game became rife with rumors that some players were planning to boycott any games involving the Dodgers. The hottest of these beds was St. Louis, where there were a number of Southern players. But Musial openly backed Robinson, and the Cards never voted to strike. Musial had played with and against blacks in high school, and among his teammates was Buddy Griffey -- later the father of Ken Griffey Sr. and the grandfather of Ken Griffey Jr. "I didn't give it a second thought," Musial said.


Indeed. When another black player, Joe Black, came up to play in Brooklyn five years later, in 1952, racial slurs still were being heard in baseball. In one game, with Black on the mound, Musial was in the box and set to hit when he heard one of his own teammates shout from the dugout, "Don't worry, Stan. With that dark background on the mound, you shouldn't have any trouble hitting the ball." After the game, Black was dressing in the Brooklyn clubhouse when Musial sidled up to him. "I'm sorry that happened," Musial said quietly. "But don't you worry about it. You're a great pitcher. You'll win a lot of games."


His baseball prowess aside, Musial was first all-time in decency, affability and charm. He had endless patience for signing autographs, and if he happened to spot a table of little old ladies at a restaurant, celebrating someone's 80th, he would pull from a pocket his well-used harmonica and serenade them with a chorus of "Happy Birthday." He would follow this with a few bars of "The Wabash Cannonball" and finish the show by playing "Take Me Out to the Ball Game."


Musial always described himself as a retiring man who shied from public appearances, particularly if they involved giving speeches, but he was perfectly at home in social gatherings and loved to party. For years, he was the central schmoozer and greeter at his famous St. Louis restaurant, Stan Musial and Biggie's, serving as the city's informal host in the same way Jack Dempsey served New York from a table at his famous Times Square eatery. He was no shirking violet when it came to public celebrations. One day in 1986, in the week before the Bears-Patriots Super Bowl in New Orleans, a young sportswriter was sitting in a bar in the French Quarter when, suddenly, a conga line came dancing off the street and through the bar. It snaked past the table of the sportswriter, who thought he had to be seeing things through a beery mist. There was Musial, then 65 years old, dancing at the head of the line as he blew the throbbing conga tune from his harmonica.

 
By this time, of course, Musial long had been an institution in St. Louis -- not only as a Hall of Fame baseball player, but as a roving, sometimes dancing, ambassador for the Cards' franchise, his adopted city and the sport of professional baseball. He visited his father's native Poland several times since 1970, including once to meet with the Polish Olympic Committee, which was striving to build a ballclub that would be competitive on the international baseball stage, and another time to attend the dedication of two Little League fields named in his honor and to pass out 250 gloves to all those young, aspiring Musials in cities like Wroclaw and Jaslo. Musial stayed with the Cards long after his playing days were over and was the team's general manager when it won the 1967 World Series.

In many ways, Musial more than served the Cardinals. He was the franchise. A formidable statue of Musial was erected in front of Busch Stadium, and the inscription had it right: "Baseball's perfect warrior, baseball's perfect knight."

He was, and will always be, Stan the Man.


Random:
- Bob Wolff, who called some of the greatest games in baseball history including Don Larsen’s World Series perfect game has not donated over 1400 audio and video recordings consisting of over 1000 hours of stuff that includes interviews with Ruth, Cobb, Robinson, Jim Thorpe and Tris Speaker just to name a few to the Libray of Congress. They are digitizing the collection and will make most of it avaialble on line. I listened to Ty Cobb interview pretty awesome!

- Angel Cabera is a great example of someone who has taken responsibility for his own life. Quits school at ten years old to become a caddie, basically lives on the streets and is now a successful professional golfer!

- When will racisim and sexism not be a topic for the media in relation to the Masters? When they stop talking about it. This has all passed and Augusta National has moved forward. Now the pundits on critcizing Condi Rice for joining. Please! It is a private club that membership is by invitation only and there is nothing wrong with that at all.

- Bob Costas, shut the hell up and be a Sports Reporter and great baseball Play by Play guy!

- Redbirds need a closer of it is going to be a long season!

- I loved Fehrety kept breaking it off in Faldo all day on Saturday and Sunday. I like Faldo but he is wrong this time!

- The only issue I have with the long putter is that the people using it have an advantage over themselves because they cannot putt the other way. This is why I support the ban on anchoring the putter. Can Adam Scott win a major without the broom handle? The Adam Scott who did not use the broom handle cannot as it appears.

- My wife said Adam Scott looks like he is smelling shit all the time and if you take a watch of him his facial expressions lead you to believe that is the case. Good guy though and happy for his win.

- Had a Chickenhead tell me today, after I offered congratulations, yea and it was all started in Rupp Arena...  What is that supposed to mean?  Has no significance to me but does for some reason to her and the ass wipe Pat Forde. 

- I have World Series Champion items in my basement and UK National Championships items also.  This is where this stuff should be not hanging from your car or car windows, etc. 



I will hang up and listen!

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