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A lesson in character written May 28, 2002. Do you know what you were doing thirty-five
years ago? I do! Yesterday I was at the San Francisco Giants
game with the Diamondbacks (last years world series champs) and
I reflected back to my little league days. On May the 27th Barry
The reason I remember what I was doing, was it was my birthday and I was 12 years old. My father's best friend Bob Masson was in attending my game against the Santa Monica Dodgers. In the following year the Dodgers had the future Dodger/Yankee baseball star Timothy Leary on their team and he was four years younger than myself. His sister Kathy Leary was my sisters good friend dating back to St. Monica's. I went up to the late Bob Masson, who was
then the Director of Goodyear Tire's promotions and said "Bob,
I am going to hit a home run just for you." I was so sure
of myself. Yet, I was such a little guy and had never come close
to hitting a home
Well, this was one of the longest games in my history as a baseball player or as an observer. We lost 32 to 2. I was up three times. My favorite pitcher was pitching Alan Gleisner. The first time I clobber the ball out to left field and the left fielder performed a heart breaking Will Mays catch. The second time he caught the ball almost in the same place. The third time it went out into the blvd. and I indeed paid Bob Masson back for being my father's best friend. Normally the local newspaper would publish the home run hitters, for some reason this great achievement was overlooked. Let's hope that I am as successful with the JFK Assassination. |
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