Gus Triandos was a very decent catcher during the 50â€™s and 60â€™s. He hit 167 career homers, and although he was not fleet of foot (he stole one base and holds the record for most consecutive games played without being thrown out attempting to steal: 1,206), Triandos had a great arm and was known as one of the top-fielding backstops in the league throughout his years with five major league teams. He now lives in San Jose, California and runs a postal company. He was wearing a neck brace the morning I met him, the result of a recent car accident. Gus was a part of a lot of baseball history. A... Read More
The NFL plays a preseason game abroad once a year. In the 2007 season, the Miami Dolphins and New York Giants will square off in London's Wembley Stadium, the first NFL regular season game abroad; it sold 40,000 tickets in the first 90 minutes after ticket sales began last week.
That same day, Duke University announced that it is looking at playing the University of Alabama in the Georgia Dome in 2010, the second game of a home-and-home series that began in 2006 when the Blue Devils traveled to Tuscaloosa in one of the Crimson Tide's few wins last season. Duke and Alabama share a common heritage:... Read More
At 100, Rollie Stiles is the oldest living former major league player. He is one of only five people left on the planet who either played with or against Babe Ruth. He pitched for Oklahoma State University and played for almost ten years in the minors and majors. He was a middle reliever, a spot starter and an occasional closer for the St. Louis Browns in â€™30, â€™31 and â€™33. His career won-loss record was 9-14. He completed 9 games, threw one shutout and gave up 16 home runs (including one controversial HR to the mighty Babe that he says may not have happened, although he canâ€™t be sure.)... Read More
Iâ€™m not what anyone would call a sports fan. Iâ€™ve never understood the thrill of seeing people youâ€™ve never met win something that doesnâ€™t affect anything. But Iâ€™ve been trying. And if I have to follow a sport, however vaguely, Iâ€™ll choose baseball. I would rather go to a live game than watch one on TV because Iâ€™ll take any excuse to get drunk, eat crappy overpriced food and shout obscenities en masse. (Donâ€™t try that at an airport or inside a movie theater.)
Up until a few years ago, I cheered for New York City. Mets or Yankees, it didnâ€™t matter. Go New York! Over... Read More
The Phoenix Suns' 12-1 run to end Game 4 of the Western Conference semifinals gave them a 104-98 victory Monday night that evened the series with the San Antonio Spurs. But, the big news of the evening was what Robert Horry did late in the fourth quarter.
As Steve Nash started to bring the ball up the court after Manu Ginobili missed the Spurs' fourth straight shot, San Antonio's Robert Horry hit him with a forearm that knocked him into the scorers' table and had players from both teams rushing to the scene.
Phoenix's Raja Bell tried to get at Horry, as did Nash after he jumped to his feet.... Read More
I met Kathy, the daughter of Dick Williams, at KFOGâ€™s KABOOM in San Francisco several years ago. When I learned who her dad was, I started to try and talk baseball with her, and although she was really nice about it, I could tell she wasnâ€™t a huge baseball fan. A few months later, I persuaded her to give me her fatherâ€™s phone number at his house in Henderson, NV. I could tell why some reporters found him tough to talk to. I asked him several questions that he thought were stupid and he had no problem telling me so.
Dick Williams was a player and manager in the major leagues for a total... Read More
Clink, slap, clink, slap, clink, clink, clink, slap, slap, slap, slap, clink. It's like a far-off kinder garden class indulging in a free percussion period. But this cacophony of rope slapping hollow metal and the dull squeak of the slacking and tensing of tethers between wooden boat and wooden slip, is as welcome as the radiant sun.
I am sailing on a boat with no name and this fact bothers me more than it should. As we motor out of the marina, the open sea looks ominous despite a confident sun. Suddenly we have company. Three sea kayaks sidle up along side us before dropping back to trail closely... Read More