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Julia (of Julia’s Rants) scored with her first pro-Yankees blog following the Yankees’ 7-1 win over the Boston Red Sox last night. She wrote about my personal all-time hero, Lou Gehrig. But then again, I’ve certainly given her enough hints about that. Let’s see if she can come up with some unexpected names for the final two pro-Yankees blogs.
I’ve mentioned the names of Catfish Hunter, Thurman Munson and Billy Martin in the past, so she’ll have to dig deeper than that. Babe Ruth is too obvious, and Donnie Baseball was a contemporary favorite so he’s out (plus, he’s temporarily a Dodger anyway). I’ll think she’ll probably just crack open The Yankee Years and write about Joe Torre…
No pressure, Julia! Surprise me!
Today was a sad day with the departure of two individuals with ties to the Yankees.
Arthur Richman, a senior adviser to George Steinbrenner, died during his sleep in New York City at age 83. Richman, a former sportswriter and Mets executive, is credited with contacting Joe Torre in 1995 about the Yankees managerial post that had been vacated by Buck Showalter. Recent books aside, I’d say that was a very good hire….
Former catcher Johnny Blanchard passed away of a heart attack in Wayzata, MN at age 76. Blanchard played with the Yankees from 1959 to 1965, and was nicknamed “Super Sub”. He had his finest year in 1961, when he was one of six Yankees who hit at least 20 home runs. The others were Roger Maris, Mickey Mantle, Moose Skowron, Elston Howard and Yogi Berra. He also achieved an incredible feat that year, hitting home runs in four consecutive at-bats spanning three games from July 21st to July 26th. He just missed a fifth consecutive home run, when the ball was caught against the right field fence.
Johnny holds the Major League record with 10 World Series pinch-hit at-bats (he appeared in a total of 5 World Series).
I came across this story of when Johnny was traded to Kansas City in 1965. He was sitting in the Yankees clubhouse, sobbing. Mickey Mantle sat down next to him and tried to cheer him up.
“Don’t take it so hard, John” Mickey said. “Just think, in Kansas City, you’re going to get a chance to play.”
“Hell, I can’t play, Mick” Johnny replied. “That’s why I’m crying!”
Johnny had been looking forward to making the trip to New York to see the new Stadium.
Both men will be missed.
THE RETURN OF JR
The San Jose Sharks (48-14-10, 106 pts) are in Chicago tonight to play the Blackhawks. Jeremy Roenick, who began his career in Chicago 20 years ago, will be a game-time decision but is expected to play in what could be his final game in Chicago.
Jose Lepe/San Jose Mercury News
JR, who has missed 39 games due to two shoulder injuries, is both mentally and physically ready to play. He says that Joe Thornton has been kidding him that he can’t call this a year due to the time lost, so he has another year in the tank.
My appreciation of JR developed when I lived in Phoenix and he played for the Phoenix Coyotes. I have always admired his grit and determination, and would like to see him win the Stanley Cup as he moves into the twilight of his career.
I was forwarded this joke today, and although I don’t normally like to “forward” jokes, this was too cute to pass up…
A man was sitting on the edge of the bed, observing his wife, looking at herself in the mirror. Since her birthday was not far off he asked what she’d like to have for her birthday.
‘I’d like to be six again’, she replied, still looking in the mirror.
On the morning of her birthday, he arose early, made her a nice big bowl of Lucky Charms, and then took her to Six Flags theme park. What a day! He put her on every ride in the park; the Death Slide, the Wall of Fear, the Screaming Monster Roller Coaster, everything there was.
Five hours later they staggered out of the theme park. Her head was reeling and her stomach felt upside down.
He then took her to a McDonald’s where he ordered her a Happy Meal with extra fries and a chocolate shake.
Then it was off to a movie, popcorn, a soda pop, and her favorite candy, M&M’s. What a fabulous adventure! Finally she wobbled home with her husband and collapsed into bed exhausted. He leaned over his wife with a big smile and lovingly asked, ‘Well, Dear, what was it like being six again?’
Her eyes slowly opened and her expression suddenly changed. ‘I meant my dress size, you retard!’
The moral of the story: Even when a man is listening, he is gonna’ get it wrong.
You have to check out Canuck’s (The Watercooler) blog entitled ‘For My Dad’. It is very touching, and of course, Canuck has such a great way with words. Maybe I’m a sap for father stories. I tried to get my dad to play baseball with me when I was little but he never felt well enough and passed away when I was 10. Needless to say, Canuck really hit my heart with an article about her dad…