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I generally keep my notes for future essays in my head but in some cases on an old dictating machine on my desk. Two of these notes appeared simultaneously and I thought that there were enough similarities that they could be married together. The first essay has to do with the ancient word for an insect, “pissant.” That explains the first word in the title. The second word, “politics,” is also related to the pissantries. The third entry in the title is “a gorgeous mistress” named Kimberly Bell, who was the mistress of Barry Bonds, the home run king, for many years. I will take each subject separately but from time to time you may see how they have become married.

The word “pissant” is an older term which refers to an insect. The insect is an ant that seeks the feet of humans and animals. The word “pissant” is far from a vulgarism. It is a living creature, just as bedbugs and gnats are living creatures also. Pissants dart from one section of the body to another and are generally just plain miserable. They are hard to swat and the pressure from the swatter is sufficiently great to move them to safety.

As I have related in earlier essays, my parents were quite religious. But they had frequently identified politicians who were bothersome as pissants. Unfortunately, that word is no longer in common usage because of the advance of insecticides that destroy the pissants in their nests. And so we see that the pissants became largely worthless creatures who now no longer bother us, but who have also disappeared from the latest dictionaries.

During the last few months, there have been inaugurations of several Republican governors in the Midwest and now one in Maine who have qualified for the title of pissant extraordinaire. Apparently these governors have made compacts which they have set out to rule the bargaining rights for state workers. They have set out to achieve these ends by all means fair or foul. In the state of Maine, the new governor there has declared that a mural in the state labor department is offensive to him and must be moved. Yet the mural, consisting of perhaps 13 panels, depicts workers in Maine building boats, fishing, and doing all of the other things that require labor in the state of Maine. The panels have existed for some time but now the new governor has decided that he is an art critic who wants them moved or put in storage. His complaint is that when businessmen come around to the department of labor, they will conclude that the panels prejudice the department against business.

In the Midwest, we have such governors as Scott Walker in Wisconsin and the governor of Ohio named John Kasich, who have passed legislation denying state workers the ability to bargain their wages. As someone who knows a little bit about labor relations, I view this as a temporary situation because given a bit of time these governors will be recalled or defeated in the next election. But these governors clearly qualify as pissants. If my parents were alive today, which they are not, they would identify these governors as clear examples of pissantries. They are making buzzing sounds as pissants do. The results of their labor are nil. These governors, including the Midwestern ones and the one in Maine, deserve to be terminated like bedbugs or gnats. But their time will come in recalls or in elections.

Well, so much for pissantries and politics. It is now time to turn to Kimberly Bell, who was Barry Bonds’ mistress for several years. I suspect that some of my readers may wonder who this Barry Bonds is. I will tell you.

Barry Bonds is the son of Bobby Bonds. Both of them were famous baseball players. Barry Bonds, according to baseball records, is the greatest home run hitter of all time. I dispute that, as do many others, because it is reasonably clear that Bonds had the help of steroids as he compiled his home run record. But then as his playing career drew to a close around 2007 or 2008, Barry Bonds was implicated in a steroid scandal involving not only himself but a star swimmer in the world Olympics. The swimmer was a female and, at the time, she admitted her use of steroids and was sent to jail for a short period of time, say two years. But old Barry Bonds wanted once to tough it out and in the process lied, or so it is alleged, to a grand jury about his intake of steroids. And that is what the trial that is taking place as I dictate these lines on March 24, 2011 is all about.

Bonds contends that he took no steroids but that his trainer gave him a combination of flax seed and another thing called Cream. The federal government has witnesses who will testify that they have seen Bonds injecting himself or having a trainer perform that service. At this early point in the trial, it would seem to me that the evidence against Barry Bonds is reasonably overwhelming.

But hovering in the background is a witness for the federal government who will deliver, it is alleged, some damning evidence. We all know that Barry Bonds’s feet jumped by two or three sizes and that the muscles in his arms expanded greatly during a winter off-season when he said that he was not taking steroids and the government said that he was. But regardless of his arm measurements and muscles and the size of his feet, we now come to Kimberly Bell, whose testimony will be extraordinary.

It is an established fact that Kimberly Bell was the mistress of Barry Bonds. There seems to be no dispute on this point. On the other hand, Miss Chicka, my wife, contends that Barry Bonds had a wife as well as the gorgeous mistress. I contend that a man can have a mistress regardless of his marital status but there are those who contend that mistresses apply only when there is a marriage involved. I regard this question as being a pissant one which shall give me the license to say that these two essays are married. In any case, we know that Kimberly Bell was a long-time mistress of Barry Bonds. During that association, there must have been occasions when sexual relations took place. Now we are told that Kimberly Bell is prepared to testify in this federal trial that she is certain that Bonds took steroids because the size of his testicles shrunk. I am not an expert on these matters but I advise all of my readers to pay close attention to the reports from San Francisco having to do with Barry Bonds’s testicular size.

When Kimberly Bell testifies and states that the size of Barry Bonds’ s testicles has shrunk, the defense attorney defending Mr. Bonds should have a field day. In the first place, he will probably taunt the government for not calling Barry Bonds’s wife to testify about the size of his genital equipment. We can believe that the wife had known Barry Bonds longer than the mistress had, and thus a good comparison of before and after taking steroids would be available. But Mrs. Bonds, if there is such a person, is not on the witness list for the government.

Let’s go back to the cross examination of Kimberly Bell. It would be very interesting to know how she had determined that Mr. Bonds’s testicles had shrunk. For example, did she take measurements before and after steroid use was attributed to Mr. Bonds. The defense attorney might inquire of Miss Bell how the size of Mr. Bonds’s testicles compared to other persons, male, that she had observed. This all goes to the point of whether the witness was an expert on the size of male testicles. Then the witness might be asked to provide the jury with the current size of Mr. Bonds’s testicles. She may also be asked whether the shrunken testicles occurred quickly or whether it was a matter of gradual disappearance. But throughout his cross examination the defense attorney is always at question for failure to produce Mrs. Bonds, if there were one. It would seem to most observers that his wife would be in a better position to testify as to the size of this equipment over a long period of time than his mistress.

But the fact of the matter is that the government is going to rely upon the testimony of Kimberly Bell. Because she was merely a mistress of Barry Bonds, it may cause some on the jury to question her value as a witness. Nonetheless, I am advising my readers that they should follow the daily reports from San Francisco to see how the cross examination of Miss Bell proceeds. For all I know, we may get a high definition exhibit of Mr. Bonds’s private parts.

I would make a prejudiced juror in this case because I do not believe that Barry Bonds is entitled to be called the home run king. That title belongs to Henry Aaron, who compiled his record with the Milwaukee Braves and then the Atlanta Braves. He used no steroids. Aaron is a gentleman who was moved to congratulate, not very warmly, Bonds when Aaron’s home run mark fell to second place. Henry Aaron is a credit to the game of baseball. Barry Bonds is a predator in the records of our national pastime.

Well, there you have my thoughts on pissants and politicians such as the governors in the Midwestern states and Maine, as well as my thoughts on the testimony of Kimberly Bell. I regret that I did not become a lawyer. It might have offered me the opportunity to cross examine Kimberly Bell. I would suspect that the lawyer who does the cross examination will remember it for the rest of his life and use it in after-dinner speeches for many years to come. But more than anything else, my notepad is empty and my brain has been relieved of carrying these two potential essays around. That in and of itself makes writing these two essays more than worthwhile. To think that I have informed my readers about pissants and Kimberly Bell’s testimony fills me with joy unending.

March 27, 2011


This one has a sister essay from about a month later that’s also worth a read.

An interesting fact about pissants (which are just wood ants) is that they get their name from their smell; their nests smell like urine, due to the construction material and the formic acid that the ants produce. Incidentally, the resemblance to these ants was what inspired the name of the “Formics,” which are the evil aliens in everyone’s favorite Mormon Sci Fi book, Ender’s Game. (Turns out that ol’ Orson Scott Card is a direct descendant of Brigham Young himself, who knew?). Anyway that series is pretty terrible but it does involve a space war against what I’m now realizing is a race of scientifically advanced pissants, which adds a fun spin to the series.

I regretfully have nothing to contribute regarding the size of Bonds’s testicles, but I think it’s pretty screwed up that he’s allowed to keep the home run record.


In recent weeks, the sporting scene has been dominated by the National Football League Playoffs. Under the present system, playoffs are the most important part of the long NFL schedule. The regular schedule is largely incidental.

Teams play a 16-game schedule starting late in August. Each team is given a bye week when no game is played. Prior to the schedule, two exhibition games are played, so it is an endurance to last from the first game to the final encounter. Now that is the regular schedule.

Ah, but the last game is only the prelude to the playoffs. Curiously and cruelly, playoff games when the players and the clubs have most at stake, are played in the cold and snows of January. This year, there were games in Green Bay, Wisconsin, Boston, Massachusetts, Pittsburgh and Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. None of those towns qualifies as a resort area with placid weather. In the final games at Pittsburgh and Philadelphia, the weather registered less than 20 degrees on the Fahrenheit scale. Snow in great quantities fell the Saturday before the Sunday game. The player’s hands were clearly affected by the cold. Throws from quarterbacks often fluttered in the brisk wind as they were released.

These are inhumane conditions for the players as well as for the fans. And it all happens because of greed. In former days, the team that led the win-loss column at the conclusion of the regular schedule was crowned the champion of that particular year. The season ended in December. Then because of greed, a playoff system was installed, with a Super Bowl as the climax. If a team successfully negotiated the playoff routine, it will have played as many as 22 games before the season is finally ended.

A long season dictates injuries to the players and cuts short their careers. But it means many more bucks for the owner’s wallets. The need to be bigger and stronger and to have more endurance is a set piece for drug ingestion by the players.

The point is simple. To drain more revenue from football fans, the playoffs were invented as a post-season device. As a result, the most important games of the season are played in sub-freezing temperatures often in rain or snow storms. Observers will note that when the ultimate game is played, that is the Super Bowl – the site becomes a more temperate location in Florida or some other warm place. Philadelphia and Boston are the contestants in the 2005 Super Bowl. No one in his right mind has suggested playing the game in those two Northeastern cities. If that is true, why is it that the games that precede the Super Bowl are played in the frigid temperatures of January? The only answer is greed. Injuries to players and the deleterious effects on their careers take second place to the inordinate desire to fill the owner’s coffers with dollars. The same desire applies as well to the television networks.

The answer, my friends, is greed, greed, greed. There is no other answer to extending the season far past its logical and normal limits. If the players falter, the owners say, “Let’s get some new players.” In the end, greed makes this an immoral system. Some people are reminded of the old Grecian and Roman games done for the entertainment of the royalty. In those games, some contestants lost their lives. In the course of thousands of years, some progress has been made. Players don’t lose their lives; many of them hobble from injuries for the rest of their lives.

The Canadian Football League wraps up its season in November. We have a lot to learn from our northern neighbors.

We turn now from football in January to the baseball World Series which comes to an end, given a share of luck, the last days of October or in early November.

All of the disabilities of the post season football playoffs are found in the current playoff system in baseball. Each league, the National and the American, competes in three divisions. The team having the second best record then becomes the fourth playoff team. That is called the “wildcard” team. If they have a string of successes, they can become the champion of baseball, regardless of the standings of the other clubs after a 162 game schedule. The Boston Red Sox did exactly that in 2004.

The most important games are played – AT NIGHT – in late October to determine the winner. Playing night baseball in October means an inferior brand of baseball because of the cold. Pitchers who can’t get a proper grip on the ball are often wide of the strike zone. Performing in cold weather at temperatures of 40º or less is nothing short of asking for an injury. But the playoffs put big money into the owner’s pockets. It is a system of absolute greed. The television networks share in this greed.

To keep up with the pressures of professional baseball, players often resort to drugs. This year we find admissions by Jason Giambi of the New York Yankees and Barry Bonds of the San Francisco Giants. Gary Sheffield of the Yankees has long been suspected of taking performance enhancing drugs. Ken Caminetti who had a Most Valuable Player career in baseball, lost his life at age 41. Caminetti admitted using drugs. Jason Giambi has developed a tumor. His output has diminished severely. The Yankees owe Caminetti $80 million dollars under his contract which they cannot shed. The point is that greed is driving the players and the owners. That is a deplorable development.

In another act of greed, the American League now has had for several years a system called the “designated hitter.” The pitcher, who is usually the poorest batter, does not come to the plate. His place is taken by a designated hitter. The DH has no other duties but to bat for the pitcher. He does not appear as a fielder. His only job is to bat in place of the pitcher.

The idea of the DH is to encourage home runs which allegedly draws more fans to the ball parks. In the American League, baseball strategy takes second place. Bunting, the hit and run, and the stolen base are concepts that give way to the desire for the long ball or the home run. Watching an American League game is an exercise in futility. Strategy is for that other league. In the American League, we employ hitters like Jason Giambi or Edgar Martinez or other washed up players who can no longer handle a fielding position. The game of baseball is greatly diminished when strategy gives way to the greedy desire for the home run.

Two other professional sports leagues exist in this country and in Canada. They are the National Basketball League and the National Hockey League. Each plays an 82 game schedule battling the inclement weather of winter when it comes to intercity travel.

The basketball league has by my latest count 30 teams. It includes teams such as Sacramento, Memphis and Charlotte. We are down to only one club in Canada, that being in Toronto. In college basketball, there is a tournament called the Sweet Sixteen which takes place late in March or early in April. Colleges may play a 40 or 50 game schedule. But the pros, after an 82 game schedule, are just warming up for the playoffs.

The fact is that a club which finished first in its division has to do it all over again in the playoffs. Playoffs my friends, are for greed. Long after the baseball season, which starts in April, we have basketball and its playoffs extending into June. If everything goes well, the basketball champions of the NBA are crowned in the first two weeks of June. With exhibition games and the regular season starting in September, the schedule goes on for nine or ten months, an inordinate amount of time. As in the case of professional football and baseball, all the drawbacks about players taking performance enhancing drugs to perform at peak levels for such an extended season apply. The same goes for player injuries. It is all done for lining the pockets of television networks and the basketball owners. When the players falter, the owners discard the players and find others to take their place. It is all about greed, greed greed.

Last year, the playoff system in the National Hockey League produced the championship round in the early part of June. The contestants were Winnipeg and Tampa Bay. The final games were played – in June – in Tampa Bay. Objective observers must find that the hockey championship in June in Tampa Bay is a ridiculous development. Ice hockey in June in Tampa Bay is perhaps the ultimate oxymoron.

There is no NHL 2004-05 hockey season so far this year. Greed has gotten to everyone. The players want to be free to earn unlimited salaries. On the other hand, the owners insist on a “hard cap” on salaries. All indications would lead one to predict that the NHL 2004-05 hockey season will be cancelled. That is somewhat of a crime, but clearly and unequivocally, the loss of the NHL season is a function of greed.

So we find greed everywhere in professional sports. Innocence is a forgotten commodity. The prospects are for more greed – not less. Just this winter, baseball owners, including the New York Mets, signed free agents to exorbitant contracts. So the owners desire for more revenues will continue to grow.

Where will it end? It will end with lesser clubs in such places as Oakland, Kansas City, Buffalo or Orlando with owners having to say – this game is too rich for my taste. Perhaps it will end with mega-millionaires such as George Steinbrenner or Madison Square Garden’s Jim Dolan controlling an unhealthy collection of players. If that is the way professional sports are headed, then good old fashioned greed wins the day.

But there is a lesson in the debate over the 2004-05 NHL season. Greed may well force a reduction in the towns where professional sports are played. Greed may force a season to be cancelled as in the case of this year’s hockey season. In the end, in spite of exorbitant fees to see a professional game, the losers will be the fans – who paid all this money to support the structures of professional sports. The fans don’t deserve that sort of treatment, but greed is the active ingredient here.

We will have to see what happens, but you may be sure of one thing. The fans who pay the bills will be the ones to be hurt. This is where greed has gotten us. If greed is one of the seven deadly sins, it richly deserves that designation.

February 5, 2005


Seems like you could avoid most of these problems with climate-controlled stadiums. Or at least a change of schedules would make sense — if we have to have a nine-month season, why not START it in February, so you can wrap things up in October? That way you have increasingly good weather for the bulk of the season, ending in fall before it gets too cold. Having athletes play their most important games in the worst conditions doesn’t make much sense at all.


Mr. Howell Raines Editorial Page Editor The New York Times 229 West 43rd Street New York, N. Y. 10036-3959 Mr. Raines: The Editorial Page of the New York Times is one surprise after another. In the first instance, I now look to the Editorial Page for my sports news. That’s where I found comment on Latrell Sprewell’s outrageous conduct earlier this month and today, I came across “Leaning on Patrick Ewing” – on Christmas Day, no less. Now Mr. Raines, I am forced to ask you whether the Editorial Pages and the Sports Pages of the New York Times ever consult each other. If you had asked about the Patrick Ewing case, I suspect that nearly every sports writer in the Metropolitan area, and beyond, would have told you that Mr. Ewing would be better off as a second banana rather than carrying the whole load. When Don Nelson came here some time ago, he offered the same thought. For his trouble, Mr. Nelson was run right out of the Knick’s coaching job. Mr. Raines, this has been the case since Mr. Blue Black Jordan Shoes Ewing came here more than twelve years ago. He can’t carry the whole load. I’m sorry to suggest that you on the Editorial Board are just now tumbling to that fact that Mr. Ewing is not going to win the championship by himself. My point is that this piece of news is late by about 10 years. Now about Mr. Sprewell. Canotte Atlanta Hawks I agree with your coming down on the side of the suspension and the violation of the “good moral character” as well. Again, Mr. Larry Donnell Raines, I wish that you had spoken to any member of your sports writers who regularly report – or fail to report – on the conduct of some of our most well known athletes. If you had spoken to a cross section of the New York Times sports writers, I’m sure there would not have been an element in the Editorial on the Sprewell case of “How Long Has this Been Going On.” It’s as long as your arm. Arizona State Sun Devils How about Tito Wooten coming home from Philadelphia on Sunday, December 7, 1997, to punch out his girl friend. New Balance 420 mujer He said that one shouldn’t let personal things interfere with a professional contract to play football. How about the Nebraska halfback, Lawrence Phillips, who dragged his girl friend down three flights of stairs by the hair.

  • He got a new contract to play for the Miami Dolphins. We’ll leave his New York Giant teammate alone because after he assaulted three girls in his college years, he seems to have done better this past year. Now how about Charles Barkley who threw a man through a plate glass window this year. Or Allen Iverson of the Philadelphia 76’ers who turned up with a concealed gun during a 90 mile per hour chase by cops? What about Robie Allomar who spit into an umpires face? And Will Cordero, formerly of the Boston Red Sox, who confessed that he had been beating his wife for years. Mr. Sprewell deserves none of our sympathy but there are dozens of others in major league professional sports who could have been included in your Editorial on Latrell Sprewell. Finally, Mr. Raines, after you have dealt with the Sprewell’s of the world, you may wish to deal with one of America’s more unpleasant little secrets. There is the matter of illegitimate children, children whose father’s make anywhere from $1 million to several times that much in professional sports. Leave out all the other calculations about illegitimacy for the whole of American society. Canotta Los Angeles Lakers Let’s just take two examples from NBA professional basketball. Portland guard Kenny Anderson, from right here in Queens, seems to have set out to assault a local record. Kenny is 27 years old. His first child happened in high school. Then there was the girlfriend at Atlanta where he went to college. Since then, Anderson has fathered five more children, two of whom he claims by his wife. In an interview with the Times, Anderson says that with the demands of the NBA, he is not really around to “deal with all the problems of fatherhood.” Translation: He doesn’t keep in touch at all. Mr. Anderson takes home from his Portland contract and his shoe contract over $8 million per year. Exhibit B is Minnesota guard, Stephen Marberry, the pride of Coney Island, N. Y. Mr. Marberry is only in his second year, so his earnings will rise after the next year. He is 21 years old and seems to have acknowledged that three children are his, without benefit of wedlock. Translation: He sees them not at all. Mr. Marberry is paid by the Timberwolves contract and by the pact he has with the sneaker maker some $4 million per year. There are many, many cases of child abandonment in professional sports. Former girl friends have gone to newspapers and to law enforcement agencies to shame the payment of children’s expenses.

  • It shouldn’t have to be that way. As I said, it is one of America’s unpleasant secrets. It’s one of America’s below-the-scope of the radar. It is down here where we may not want to see it. In the final analysis, a case could be made against your “Leaning on Patrick Ewing” on the grounds that it is late. By the same token, an Editorial or a series of Editorials might very well have some impact on illegitimacy in professional sports. What is wrong with calling attention to sports heroes who fail to support their children on pay of millions of dollars per year? And what would be wrong about urging the owners of those pro teams to straighten out their employees under the “good moral character” of the standard NBA contract? And finally, the fans might have something to say about all this as they pay greatly inflated prices for their seats. If the Times would lead such an effort, I’m sure that many children would thank you. And if the Times were to associate itself with such a project, it would rank high in the annals of professional sports history.

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  • Give it a try. It’s well worth the effort and the Sports Section would not mind your leading the way. E. E. Carr Essay #13 (Old Format) ~~~ The past several essays, especially these letters and “The Pastiche” focus a lot more on children and child abandonment than any of his later essays seemed to. I wonder if he perceived the situation as improved, or if he felt that he’d said all that he had to say on the matter.


    Start with a reading – not from Scripture, but from the next thing to it.

    “One reason for more meticulous recording of full names is that many of the figures in the current news will pass from the pages of newspapers in a few years, but The New York Times remains as a permanent record which will be searched for its accounts of events long after the principals of those events have gone from memory.” (from the New York Times Style Book)

    Now we turn to Mr. Latrell Sprewell. For the uninitiated, Mr. New Balance 009 hombre Latrell Sprewell is currently unemployed. Nike Air Max 90 2015 Femme Mr. Maglie Detroit Pistons Sprewell was recently employed by the San Francisco Warriors, a franchisee of the National Basketball Association. Mr. Sprewell was paid at the rate of $8 million dollars per year. He only worked seven months per year, so he is free to accept other employment in the five off season months. His deal is sort of like schoolteachers who are free to augment their incomes during the summer months. Alfonzo Dennard Now, in a belated apology, Mr. Sprewell has suggested that he must learn to “control my temper when I’m put in a situation where frustration mounts and you don’t want to lose control” Well, let’s see how he must learn to “control my temper and frustration mounts”: On December 1, 1997, Mr. Sprewell choked the coach! Then he threatened to kill him! Then he left practice and returned to strike the coach again! Two years ago, a teammate of Mr. Sprewell was threatened with a two by four. He was protected by four of his teammates until the mood passed from Mr. Jon Beason Sprewell’s mind. Now Mr. Sprewell has been fired for violating the “good moral character” clause of the NBA Contract and is suspended for the next year. I suspect that the old Rip Van Winkle came into play here with Mr. Howell Raines. HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON? HAS THIS JUST STARTED? And so, we take time out from the several calls for Janet Reno to call for the appointment of a special prosecutor in the fund raising case to address a matter of cataclysmic proportions. Old Latrell, the only thing that would accord with the NY Times Style Book is to COME DOWN HARD, — TO LOWER THE BOOM. Yes, on the cancellation of the Contract! Yes, on the suspension of one year from further employment by the NBA! I don’t disagree with the suspension and the cancellation of the contract. I think it is long overdue. On the other hand, Mr. Howell Raines didn’t need to look way out west to the San Francisco Warriors. It’s closer to home. How about Mr. Tito Wooten coming home from Philadelphia on Sunday, December 7, 1997 to promptly punch out his girl friend. He said that one shouldn’t let personal things interfere with a professional contract to play football. Now how about Mr. Christian Peter, of the NY Giants, who assaulted three girls and had his pro career halted for awhile? What about Mr. Robie Allomar who spit – or spat – into an umpires face? What about Charles Barkley who threw a man through a plate glass window and Allen Iverson who turned up with a concealed gun during a 90 mile per hour chase by cops. How about Will Cordero of the Boston Red Sox, who confessed that he had been beating his wife for years. That got him released from his employment with the Red Sox. There are dozens of abuses by professional athletes. I’m sort of astonished that Mr. Howell Raines would leave his delphic heights to give 6” or 7” to Latrell Sprewell. Now that you’ve joined the fight, there is more than enough abuse to go around. You may wish to start with the people who push their wives and girl friends around. That’s a very good start. Or you may wish to start with one of America’s more unpleasant little secrets. There is the matter of illegitimate children – children whose fathers make anywhere from $1 million to several times that much. Leave out all the other calculations about illegitimacy for the whole of American society. Let’s start with NBA professional basketball, Mr. Raines. Mr. Sprewell has as many as four children sometimes living with him and some living somewhere else. In a recent interview with a San Francisco paper, he declined to state who is the mother of his children. It is a good guess that Mr. Sprewell pays minimal or no support at all. He used to make $8 million. Portland guard Kenny Anderson, from right here in Queens, seems to have set out to assault a local record. New Balance 420 damskie Kenny is 27 years old. His first child happened in high school. Canotte Minnesota Timberwolves Then there was the girlfriend at Atlanta where he went to college. Since then, Anderson has fathered five more children, two of whom he claims by his wife. In an interview with the Times, Anderson says that with the demands of the NBA, he is not really around to “deal with all the problems of fatherhood.” Translation: He doesn’t keep in touch at all. Mr. Anderson takes home from his Portland contract and his shoe contract over $8 million per year. nike air max norge nettbutikk Exhibit B is Minnesota guard, Stephen Marberry, the pride of Coney Island, N. Y. Mr. Marberry is only in his second year, so his earnings will rise after the next year. He is 21 years old and has acknowledged three children are his. His interview with the Times says that the children are his former girlfriend’s responsibility. So don’t bother me while I pursue the pleasures that the world has to offer. Translation: He sees them not at all. Mr. Marberry, is paid by the Timberwolves contract and by the pact he has with the sneaker maker some $4 million per year. Now Shaquille O’Neal who earns some where near $30 million, says he had to move from Orlando to Los Angeles where “they don’t pay attention to those kinds of things” – read illegitimacy. He has at least two children in that category. There are many, many cases of child abandonment in professional sports. Former girl friends have gone to newspapers and to law enforcement agencies to shame the payment of children’s expenses. It shouldn’t have to be that way. As I said, it is one of America’s unpleasant secrets. It’s one of America’s below-the-scope of the radar. It is down here where we may not want to see it. I have a sporting proposition for you Mr. Raines. Let’s start by “Lower The Boom” on cheats, of say $3 million or more who don’t provide the basic tenets of fatherhood. Your sports staff will provide you with most of the information you may need to “Lower The Boom.” And then, in a year or so after you clean up the big cheats in NBA basketball, we’ll move down to the $2 million or $3 million range. If you’ll accept this sporting proposition, it may be the first ever launched by an Editorial Board. Pulitzer Prize anyone? E. Carr December 12, 1997 Essay #11 (Old Format) ~~~ I’d posit that pro athletes aren’t that much scummier than the general population in this respect, but since their lives are so public we notice their transgressions more often. Either that, or all the head trauma caused by sports like football starts to change your personality to be more volatile, which wouldn’t really be shocking. Regardless, when you’re making millions, failing to pay some basic child support is almost preposterously coldhearted. On a different note, Pop’s formatting is pretty unique on this one. I wonder if he tried out this style for a letter or two but ultimately it wasn’t for him — lots and lots of line breaks makes it seem more disjointed than normal.

    DECEMBER 8, 1997

    Back in 1943, I was in a terrible slump. A slump is a bad day at bat; it is a bad day on the basketball court when the ball never goes in. It is when your battery doesn’t turn the engine over and when you have a flat tire.

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  • I had such a year – or two or three – but in the end I wound up making it to 1997, a distance that some had their doubts about. 1997? Preposterous – but, we’ll see. This is not a war recollection. It is not really much about war. It is the sights and sounds of people who were temporarily close to me – as close as a military unit would permit. Canotte Philadelphia 76ers It is in those whom I endeavored to hear the hope in their voices and the disappointments in their countenances. This is more of a spontaneous, free verse expedition. It takes no particular path. It has no calculated end. It is just how it comes to me from 1942 to 1945. Mark Herzlich In the beginning, my parents thought well of me in 1942. I had enlisted so there would be no draft day for me. As I stood there on the back step ready to leave for the Army, I recalled the people who would give me help. I called the French, the brave Belgians and the gallant Norwegians. Then it was an innocent, but a big mistake. I cited the British. My mother was an Irish nationalist. She listened for an instant and said – with respect to the English – “Son, you’ll have to do the best you can.” That’s all she said and I was off to the Army. Jefferson Barracks, which served the St. adidas y3 hombre Louis area, was about a 20 mile trolley ride with three or four more changes from one street car to the next. It was a long, lonely ride. I only knew that my enlistment ran through the end of the war plus 6 months on the end. I had a lot of time ahead of me. Before the start of hostilities, the draft supplied virtually all the recruits for the Army. Now, five and six months after the bombing of Pearl Harbor, the intake was still geared to the draft system. Those of us who enlisted stood in a cluster for about four days to get a physical examination. (We stood in a cluster because we had little or no clothes on.) The drafted people got through in about ½ a day. The Army just ain’t got the news. (Right way, wrong way, the Army way.) As it turns out, the meals are not so bad at Jefferson Barracks. I never drank my mother’s coffee because the grounds settled in the bottom of the coffee cup. Nike Air Max 2017 Heren Somehow, the Army grounds didn’t go to the bottom so I think they are on to something. But I never drank coffee in the Army, so it was all a lost cause. A long train trip to New Mexico – the Land of Enchantment. Sgt. Spinelli led the calisthenics. Then it was oh boy – pretty grim for us. We marched around Camp Luna day in and day out with only dust and grime for our companions. And the food was bad – the Colonel was stealing from the enlisted men’s mess fund. He went to jail for that but it didn’t help much in the food department. Every day a big rumor that we were sailing for the Pacific; that we were headed for Europe and that we were being readied for a big, secret undertaking. In the end, we headed to Miami to become Aerial Engineers. Somewhere in Georgia, we encounter the Okefenokee Swamp. Jack Anderson, who was from Rome – near the swamp – started to tell us all about that town. Unfortunately, at 60 miles per hour, we only spent two or three minutes traveling within the confines of Rome, Georgia. Jack was mighty happy. He made it a point to keep up his monologue about the joys of Rome even after we had long left the greatness of Georgia. I like him. At Embry-Riddle Aircraft School in Miami, there were two shifts, six days a week. At night, we were all warned about backing into a spinning propeller. One instructor used to say, “Boys, that will make hamburger meat out of you.” I thought about that. The meat was a tautology, I think. The Army still ain’t got the news. From Florida we came north to St. Louis and headed west by rail. As we passed through Hutchinson, Kansas – late at night – the ladies got on board and handed out apples. I’ll never forget that. Later, when we heard them attach a puller on the front engine and a pusher on the tail, we knew we were at Raton Pass. No mistake about it. Adidas ZX 700 Heren We were headed back to Las Vegas in the Land of Enchantment. Two weeks were passed in sort of a solitary confinement as we were to be sent Overseas. Then it was back on to train cars for a trip which ended in Charleston, South Carolina. I was pretty sick and couldn’t speak. Some how a doctor came aboard in West Texas and prescribed sulfa, I believe. When I arrived at Stark General Hospital in Charleston, I still could not speak. So I was sent to the V. D. Ward, which is where sulfa sufferers wound up. It took a day or so until I could break the news. No one from Las Vegas ever got out of camp, so man, it wasn’t me. The troop ship “Santa Maria” had several holds normally used to carry cargo. In these holds were beds stacked on top of each other. From bottom to top, it rose to a total of six levels. All in all – bad news. We landed at Dakar in about twelve days. I was glad to never see that ship again. From Dakar we were to go to Rufiskque which is where the worst of the war awaits us. But to end on a funny note – not for me – there was a football game. The quarterback owned the ball so he sent people to do his bidding. In my case, I was sent to tackle. I weighted all of 150 pounds. Across from me was a behemoth who weighted in at 235 pounds, which was a great deal in those days. On top of that, he had played for the Chicago Bears. His name was Dean Coddington. He wiped up the floor with me for a full hour and I’ve never returned to football. Time doesn’t permit thinking about all those things that happened so long ago. I can still recall the smell of mutton from British Army mess tents. Do they really like that? I see the people of Italy running their cars on charcoal fumes. The traditional generosity of the Italian people would include asking us to their homes. They could not do that because they had so little to spare. And finally, some thoughts about North and Central Africa. There aren’t many romantic nights in Tindouf, Atar, El Fasher, El Genina or Khartoum. Maryland Terrapins Nor many romantic days, either. So now we look back on 1942, 1943, 1944 and 1945, the war years. This little essay is sort of a nickels worth of sights and sounds from a long time ago. It’s not a big deal; just some thoughts that occur every year on December 8. It was a long way from December 8, 1943 to a wiggley baby who came in an adoption on December 8, 1953 in Chicago. And it was another three years that her sister arrived on December 8, 1956. Judy now has five grandsons. So I guess that, one way or another, December 8 has made up for the sins of the past. E. E. Carr December 8, 1997 Essay #1 (Old Format) ~~~ Starting Ezra’s Essays is just another thing that has now been added to a long list of of significant December 8s. 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    AT&T Long Lines had its headquarters at 32 Sixth Avenue in New York City. At its peak, that building housed about 10,000 employees with telephone operators accounting for about 80% of that total. Because the operators and the telephone craftsmen worked around the clock, the Company provided two cafeterias and one dining room. The dining room doesn’t figure in this story so we can forget it. The main cafeteria was on the 9th floor. It provided 24-hour service. There were no places to eat anywhere close to 32 Sixth Avenue, particularly at night, so the cafeteria was the only place to go. Operators and craftsmen who worked evening and midnight tours relied on the 9th floor cafeteria for a hot meal. All of these conditions applied up to about 1970. Conditions changed during the 1970’s, but that is part of another story. The 9th floor cafeteria had rails to support the trays. It was about 70 feet long to get from the soup at the start to drinks and the cashier at the end. This was a busy place all day long what with meals being served and rest breaks as well. When I met Lila in 1950, she always seemed to work at the far end of the line, near the cashier. From that vantage point, she could see how the line was moving and if needed, Lila would move somewhere up the line to help out. In baseball terms, Lila was sort of a utility player. Lila was a black woman. She was self assured and quite comfortable talking to customers and the other members of the dining service staff. In short, Lila was a proud person who felt she was as fine as any of the big shots she served. And she was. The only drawback about Lila was that she lived in Brooklyn and was a ferocious booster of the Brooklyn Dodgers. As a devotee of the St. Louis Cardinals, I saw Lila’s devotion to the Dodgers as a serious character flaw. What she thought about my devotion to the Cardinals was expressed in loud terms as I pushed my tray down the 70 feet of the cafeteria line. I first showed up in Lila’s cafeteria line in 1950. nike air jordan 4 mujer At the time I was President of the Long Lines Telephone Workers Union (Local #5) in St. Louis. That spring I had been elected to one of the five memberships on the national contract bargaining committee. The talks in 1950 were only about a week long as we bargained a new military leave agreement. When I first met Lila, I was accompanied by Averill Hildebrand, a Traffic representative on the Bargaining Committee. Averill came from Kansas but had worked at 32 6th Avenue for several years. Averill introduced me to Lila and told her that the members of the bargaining committee were in New York to try to make things better for Long Lines people. Word about what brought union people to New York spread quickly up and down the Dining Service line. Whenever we came there for lunch, the servings were quite large and we were greeted with big smiles. Lila wanted to know if we could get her a big raise that year. I explained that in 1950, we were only dealing with the Military Leave agreement, but that if she wanted to join the Army, we would see that she would be cared for. Next year, 1951, was when we would deal with wages. Lila filed that away in her head and when I showed up to bargain again in 1951, she was all over my case. As soon as I met Lila, she asked where I came from. I knew where she came from. When I told her St. Louis, she asked about the Cardinals. nike air max thea rosa donna I told Lila that I hoped the Cardinals would win every game, especially against the Dodgers. Well, that started the uproar that lasted until I left New York in 1963. During that first go around with Lila in 1950, a very embarrassing misplay happened to the Cardinals during a game at Ebbets Field. For many years, the Cardinals employed Mike Gonzales as their third base coach.

  • Mike came from Cuba and returned to Havana after the season. Obviously, this was before Castro came to power. Mike had previously been a catcher for the Cardinals and, one way or another, had never really mastered the English language. In a game with the Dodgers at Ebbets Field, a Cardinal base runner reached third base. The next batter hit a short fly to right field. Russell Wilson – Wisconsin Badgers I suspect the Dodger right fielder was Carl Furillo, the strongest arm in the league. In any case, the fly was so short that anyone could have thrown out the runner trying to score. Gonzales saw the short fly to right and yelled to the runner, “No Go.” That was Mike’s way of saying hold the base. Unfortunately, the runner heard only the “Go” part of Mike’s instructions and took off for home. He was thrown out by 15 or 20 feet. That story got to the Daily News, the Mirror and all the other New York papers. So when I started down the line at lunch the next day, Lila started berating me. “Doesn’t anyone in St. Louis speak English?” That was the start of all the abuse and Lila never let me up. In the bargaining on the big contract in 1951, everyone joined with me to see that the Dining Service workers were treated better than in the past. Averill Hildebrand, Ernestine Locknane from Cincinnati, Joe Darling from Utica, New York and Carl Peters, the National Director all said that we wanted fair treatment for the dining workers. After the bargaining ended, it was about 7:30AM. We had been up all night. Some of us went to the cafeteria for breakfast. Lila, who didn’t know the terms of the new contract, left her station and came out to sit with us and to thank us. That made the whole bargaining experience worthwhile. Ah, but that didn’t stop the abuse. I was gone from New York for four years and had been promoted to a management job. I had moved from St. Louis to Kansas City and then on to Chicago. In the spring of 1955, I found myself again in New York. Adidas When lunch time rolled around on my first day back, my colleague John Finn and our boss Dick Dugan suggested that we eat in the 9th floor cafeteria. With moving to New York and a new job to master, I had for the moment forgotten Lila. But not for long. As soon as I put my tray down on the rails at the start of the serving line, old Lila yelled, “What? You back?” That was followed by loud cackles. She hadn’t seen me for four years but Lila was all over me. I didn’t know John Finn or Dick Dugan well at all and I was a little concerned what they would think of Lila’s needling. I was much relieved when both men said that Lila had been picking on them for years and that it was a pleasure to give her somebody else to bite at. Lila, as I hope you can tell, was one of my big friends in New York. We often talked about going to a Dodger-Cardinal game together but I’m sorry to say, it never happened. At the end of the season in 1958, the Dodgers announced that they were moving to Los Angeles. They had experienced two or three bad seasons before Walter O’Malley, the owner, decided to look for greener pastures. Ordinarily, this would be a reason to even up with Lila but the fact was – and is – that baseball belongs in Brooklyn. Even now, the Mets have a new Class “A” club there, the Cyclones, and they sold out their new stadium (7500 seats) every game. So far from wagging my finger at Lila, I felt almost as bad as she did. So I put my arm around her shoulders and told her that maybe things would get better. Nike Air Max 2016 Dames wit I even offered her a chance to root for the Cardinals. She politely declined. When the Dodgers left town, Lila felt as though she had been disowned. But she still greeted me with the same old style and the same old cackles. Sometimes she would yell to me, “Here come Stan the Man” (a reference to Stan Musial) or maybe it would be “Hello big man.” I left Long Lines in 1963 and the Company greatly reduced the Dining Service hours a few years later. I’m sorry to say I don’t know what happened to Lila. Texas Tech Red Raiders I hope that she got a pension and naturally, I hope that she is doing well. For all those years that I knew Lila, she added a lot of sparkle to my life. Under Armour Curry One Pas Cher Wherever she is, I am indebted to her for that. E. E. Carr September 10, 2001 ~~~ Daw. I don’t have too much to say about this one, aside from the fact that this is exactly the kind of friendship that Pop was always making. His ability to recall decades-old baseball stories is also striking.

    NEW YORK, NEW YORK Part 12 – The Yanks, The Giants and The Brooklyn Dodgers

    When it was determined that essays would become a permanent fixture in my life, it was apparent that my long term love affair with baseball would result in a piece about what used to be called, “America’s Pastime.” And so this is a baseball story. adidas pure boost uomo No politicians, no preachers, no cats or pets, just baseball. When I tell you about the St. Louis Cardinals and the St. Louis Browns, and the Kansas City Blues and Royals, the Chicago Cubs and White Sox and the old Washington Senators, don’t be misled. I tell you about those other teams as a means of bringing the New York Yankees, the New York Giants and the Brooklyn Dodgers into this little tale about baseball. Hence, because those three New York teams figure prominently in this story, it qualifies as Part 12 of the New York, New York series. I suppose I have been watching too much of Cardinal Law of the Boston Archdiocese in his testimony about priestly abuse of boys and young men. His testimony has been televised and reported in newspapers. So to ease my conscience, I will disclose and confess that from the age of four, I have actively disliked the New York Yankees. “Actively disliked” comes in at the most benign level of my assessment of the Yankees. It gets worse as we go up the scale. When I spend much time thinking about the Yanks, my dislike increases many fold. I suppose Cardinal Law may banish me to purgatory for the sin of Yankee dislike. I am not so much of a red hot baseball fan anymore, but given a chance to cheer, the Mets and the St. Louis Cardinals would find me among their rooters. Cardinal Law would still be on my case because I am not a fan of the Boston Red Sox, which I believe is a venial sin. This is not a completely happy account of the love affair that has gathered me into its clutches. My affair with baseball started in October, 1926 when the Cardinals beat the Yanks in the World Series. In recent years, the love affair has offered blemishes and disillusionment to all its fans. For as long as I can remember, the Yankees have represented full throated and unabashed arrogance. In the old days, the Yankees beat up on the St. Louis Browns and the Washington Senators, poor clubs that could not afford outstanding players. Today, the Yankees vent their spleen upon the Tampa Bay Buccaneers and Kansas City Royals, two minor league teams masquerading as major league clubs. The owner of the Yanks is George Steinbrenner, a wealthy man who spends so much on his club that no one else can keep up with him in baseball. His all time hero is George Patton, the World War II general who slapped a soldier suffering from shell shock and combat fatigue, accusing him of malingering. How’s that for a hero! A second disillusion beyond arrogance in baseball has to do with permitting greed and childish behavior to intrude on a game that was once America’s best. In these days when the average major league ballplayer is paid $2.5 million per year, and when the owners are insisting that cities build them a ballpark to their specifications either free of charge or at minimal expense to the owners, I would say that former fans and customers are entitled to default on their love affair with baseball. And if you watched the 2002 World Series on television, you may have noticed that with commercials filling every opportunity, the games lasted 3½ – 4 hours instead of the normal 2½ hours needed to play a game. So greed is everywhere. So much for greed in baseball for the time being. In the second paragraph of this essay, it was promised that the New York teams would be introduced by reference to several clubs in the Midwest and the Washington Senators. And with that thought in mind, we ought to start with the two St. Louis clubs, the Cardinals and the Browns, mainly because I was born in Clayton, Missouri, some eight miles from Sportsman’s Park where both St. Louis clubs played. My feelings about baseball came upon me when I was only four years old. That would have been in 1926 when my father was building a new house in Richmond Heights, Missouri, right next door to Clayton. He did most of the work himself to save on contractor costs. All five of the surviving Carr children moved into that house. My brothers who were 11½ years older in one case and nearly 13 in the other, were big fans of the St. Louis Cardinals, a National League baseball team. To a lesser extent, they also rooted for the local American League club, the Browns. For the first time since the Cardinals came into existence, they won the National League pennant which gave them the right to oppose the American League Champions in the 1926 World Series. Their opponents were the formidable New York Yankees. The Yankees had been to the World Series several times before. For the Cardinals, this was their maiden experience. It was the American League’s turn to host the first two games of the Series and the last two games of the seven game contest, if the Series lasted that long. Many observers looking at the St. Louis pitching staff predicted a fairly short series, perhaps concluding in a Yankee victory in five or six games. The reason for the pessimism had to do with the age of two Cardinal pitching mainstays and the relative youth of one pitcher who had pitched 258 innings during the 1926 season leading naysayers to say he was overworked. Flint Rhem was the youngest man at age 25 on the Cardinal staff. He is the one who had pitched so many innings in compiling a 20 win, 7 loss season. Pitching only in the fourth game of the Series, Rhem lasted only four innings and gave up seven hits. Maybe the critics were right about being overworked. Bill Sherdel, a 29 year old left handed pitcher, worked in the first game and in the fifth game, losing both by only one run in each game. You must remember that before 1960, a 30 year old player was considered an old man. That was particularly true for pitchers. Jesse Haines was by 1926 standards, an ancient man at 33 years. Haines, a right-hander, threw a knuckle ball. He pitched one inning in the first game, nine innings in the third game and six and 2/3 innings in the seventh game. Not so bad for an old man. Grover Cleveland Alexander was acquired by the Cardinals from the Chicago Cubs around mid-season. Most sports writers and ball players called him Pete. At age 35 he was a relic and to top it off, he was often thought of as a fellow who had an active interest in whiskey bottles. During the 1926 season, Pete Alexander won 12 games and lost 10 games, a not very outstanding record. When all things are considered, it is no wonder that critics discounted the Cardinal pitching staff because of overwork, advanced age or mediocre records during the regular season. In the first two games in New York on October second and third, a Saturday and a Sunday, the Cards split with the Yankees. The old man, Alexander, who resisted the efforts of Temperance preachers, pitched nine innings in the second game and won it. The Series resumed on Tuesday, October 5th for three games in St. Louis. When those games were finished, New York had won two of them, giving them a commanding three games to two lead with the series returning to the Yankee home field for Saturday and Sunday games. On October 9th, a Saturday, old Pete Alexander pitched another nine innings for the Cardinals and won to tie the series. At this point, he was entitled to think that he had done more than his part for the Cardinals. According to legend, Pete tied one on that night in New York. It was Saturday and Alexander had done his work very well. In the final game on Sunday, October 10th, Jesse Haines started and pitched until two men were out in the seventh inning. At that point, the Cardinals were protecting a 3 – 2 lead, but the Yankees had Babe Ruth, Tony Lazzeri, Lou Gehrig and Bob Meusel in their lineup. All of those sluggers could end a game with one swing of the bat. In the seventh inning, Jesse Haine’s pitching hand was so bloodied that he could pitch no more. Remember, I told you he was a knuckleballer, but that is a misleading term. The knuckleball is thrown using the tips of three or four fingers. The ball is not gripped by the knuckles as one might imagine. Haines had loaded the bases with Tony Lazzeri coming to the plate. Lazzeri was a very feared hitter in the American League. When Haines could go no more, a problem of the greatest magnitude was presented to Rogers Hornsby, the Cardinal manager and second baseman. Hornsby wanted to call Pete Alexander into the game to face Lazzeri with the bases loaded. But he knew that Pete had won two games in the Series and that he had pitched nine innings only the day before. On top of all that, Hornsby had reason to know that Alexander was suffering a monumental hangover. But Hornsby decided that the Yankees would have to beat the best he had, so he called Pete Alexander to the mound. The results of that relief appearance are remembered by just about everyone in St. Louis and the Midwest who was alive at the time. Alexander struck out Lazzeri to end the seventh inning and then went on to blank the Yankees in the eighth and ninth. My memory tells me that with two outs in the ninth inning with Babe Ruth on first base, he took off for second base in an attempt to steal a base. The Cardinal catcher was Bob O’Farrell. He threw out Ruth by a “country mile,” as we used to say in Missouri. And so ended the 1926 World Series. David had slain Goliath. We had one radio in our house in those days, an Atwater Kent. When Ruth was thrown out, St. Louis went wild and my two older brothers were in another world. My two sisters were caught up in the excitement. Even my parents who understood very little about baseball, responded to the joy of their children and of their neighbors. In the final analysis, there was so much commotion over the Cardinal victory over the Yankees that I, a four year old, have that event imprinted on my mind as my very first memory. So when I say that I have been involved with the game for many years, perhaps this will establish my bona fides as a long time aficionado of the game. If my calculator is correct, this past October marks the 76th year of my attraction to baseball. Maybe that’s too long for a love affair to last, but if it is all over, my reaction is one of sadness with a touch of anger. Greed does that to fans. St Louis was a good place for a baseball fan to grow up. The excitement about the Cardinals was felt as far away as Tennessee, Kansas, Arkansas, Texas and Oklahoma. It was commonplace for fans from distant places to sleep in their cars and trucks so they would gain an advantageous spot in the ticket lines and to avoid the cost of hotel space. When the Cardinals played the Philadelphia Athletics in the World Series of 1930 and again in 1931, the Clayton Grammar School had a radio in its auditorium. In 1934 when the Cardinals beat the Detroit Tigers, school was largely dismissed while we listened to a radio in the assembly hall. So I was not alone as a fan. Just about everyone, old and young, were Cardinal fans. And these were the grimmest years of the Great Depression. During all this time, there was a second major team in St. Louis called the Browns. They played in the American League. Before the success of the Cardinals, the Browns were the favorites of the fans, particularly in 1922 when they almost won the pennant. In that year, the Browns won 93 games, but the New York Yankees won 94 games. So the Browns finished one game off the pace. In those years, there was no artificial device such as the “Wild Card Team.” Your team either finished first or it went home after the last game. The Browns missed by a whisker to the hated New York Yankees. Nobody wanted to admit the obvious fact that St. Louis did not have a fan base that would support two major league teams. Attendance at Browns’ games was not enough for the club to survive much less flourish. These were the years of the Great Depression followed by World War II and fans in the seats were hard to come by. As a holder of a Knot Hole Gang membership, I saw the Browns seven or eight times per year because they had few sellouts, so seats for kids were usually available. The Browns produced some genuine stars during this period. George Sisler, the Browns first baseman, is a member of baseball’s Hall of Fame. Junior Stephens, Jack Kramer and Harland Clift were such good players that the Browns were forced to sell them to more affluent teams just to keep the franchise in St. Louis. The operator of the Browns in those years was Phil Ball. He hung on as long as he could, and then sold the club to Bill DeWitt. When the chance came to sell the club to Bill Veeck, DeWitt grabbed it. Bill Veeck was a showman. As such, he raised the hackles of other American League owners who were a stuffy lot. In the end, they forced him to sell the club to well heeled suitors in Baltimore. And so the Browns became part of the history of baseball. Scarpe Air Flight 89 When Veeck took over the franchise, there was a little saying about the Browns. You may recall that St. Oregon Ducks Louis was famous for shoes and for beer. So the saying was:

    “First in Shoes, First in Booze, And last in the American League.”

    Bill Veeck was a good man. Before he was forced out, he brought in a one armed outfielder, Pete Gray, to play center field. max pas cher On another occasion on a Sunday afternoon, he signed Eddie Gaedel, a 3’ – 10” midget. Late in the game, Gaedel was sent up to hit. He bent over to minimize his strike zone. The Detroit pitcher, Bob Cain, pitching to catcher Bob Swift, came nowhere near Gaedel’s strike zone, so he walked. Gaedel was barred from competing after that game by American League owners. All this, of course, was in keeping with Bill Veeck’s efforts to boast attendance. In the end, his fellow owners forced him out. Air Jordan 11 For Kids Veeck was a good man. His fellow American League owners were troglodytes. Greed, purely and simply, was the reason that the Browns were forced to sell out to Baltimore interests in 1953. As we go forward, there will be other examples of greed by players, owners, broadcasters and by other commercial interests such as real estate developers who want to move a tract to provide a new home for a baseball stadium. Perhaps at this point, this essayist ought to reveal once more his prejudices and preferences about baseball. I am a National League fan. None of that designated hitter foolishness that is the practice in the American League. If we have designated hitters, can aluminum bats be far behind? And how about designated runners or managers? Of course, I have a prejudice against the Yankees because of their unspeakable boorishness which goes back to the 1920’s in my personal experience. When the Yankees came to St. Louis to play the Browns, they made it clear to sports writers that they could play the Browns and still have time to get in a game of golf before sundown. There were no lights in ball fields at that time. For any club to beat the Yanks, especially in the World Series, was a great source of pride and accomplishment. Phoenix Suns Unfortunately, I must say that the Yankee attitude continues to this day in the person of their owner, George Steinbrenner. His sources of income are much greater than any other club by virtue of his being in New York. He uses that income to buy players that other clubs cannot afford. Before the 2002 season started, Steinbrenner offered the Oakland first baseman $17 million per year. All other bidders were scared away by the exorbitant bid. As usual, he got his first baseman. And he largely ruined the Free Agent market. This year when major league baseball finally got around to revenue sharing, the Yankees were way out in front in terms of total payroll – as everyone knew they would be. Preliminary estimates of the Yankee revenue that must be shared, comes to between $25 million and $50 million. To offset this loss of income, Steinbrenner has decreed that hostesses in the Stadium Club and the elevator operators who take customers to the Club will be fired. Announcements of last week report that approximately 25 low level employees, including people who work on maintaining the field will also be fired. Everyone knew that Steinbrenner would turn to his little people instead of denying several million dollars to Roger Clemens, his 40 year old pitcher who wants $12 million dollars in salary in addition to a $10 million delayed payment to return to the team in 2003. So you see, the high-handedness continues. While I am in the business of sharing prejudices, it is fair to say that the anger generated in St. Louis was directed almost exclusively at the Yankees. When the New York Giants came to call, they brought with them Walker and Mort Cooper and Johnny Mize, former Cardinal ballplayers. Relations with the Giants were almost always civil even when Leo Durocher, that firebrand, was their manager. When the Brooklyn Dodgers called at Sportsman’s Park, it was quite difficult to get a seat. That park had vertical posts to hold up the roof. The ticket sellers tried to avoid having fans sit behind a post on ordinary games. But when the Dodgers came to town, every seat was sold, whether it had a clear view of the field or not. Season tickets were unheard of for working stiffs like myself. I did have one big advantage. Tickets for today’s game and for the next opponent were sold at the Arcade Building in Downtown St. Louis. If I had a few bucks on me, I would go to the Arcade Building on my lunch hour and buy tickets. There were 152 games per year in a major league baseball season. If my math is about right, each team in the eight team league, would play the other 18 times. Nine games would be at the other team’s ballpark and nine would be at home. They were almost always played in sets of three per visit, so the Dodgers would visit Sportsman’s Park in St. Louis on three occasions and the Cardinals would visit Ebbets Field a similar number of times. Air Jordan Retro 9 While the Dodgers were great rivals of the Cardinals, and vice versa, there was never any bad blood between the fans in those two cities. We looked forward to seeing the Dodgers because they had excellent ballplayers such as Carl Furillo, and Preacher Roe and Gil Hodges. On the other side of the coin, I am inclined to say that the Cardinal’s Stan Musial could have been elected to Borough President of Brooklyn at any time during his Cardinal career. The manager of the Dodgers from 1934 through 1943 was a colorful character named Charles Dillon Stengel, better known as Casey. Stengel kept the players loose. They played for Casey without reservation. On one occasion, Stengel caught a small bird in his dugout and put it on top of his head under his cap. When an umpire made a questionable call, Casey went out on the field to protest. In the midst of the argument with the umpire, Casey took off his cap allegedly to scratch his forehead and of course, the bird flew away. Even the umpires laughed. Casey Stengel brought those antics to Sportsman’s Park and every one loved him. The games between the Cardinals and the Dodgers were hard fought but they always had a leavening of good fun. We may not see those kind of games ever again. So to put the reaction of St. Louis fans to New York baseball, it is clear that Cardinal and Browns fans regarded the Yankees as flat out mean. The Giants were a good team and St. Louis fans applauded for them, and particularly for the Cooper brothers and Johnny Mize, former Cardinal ball players. Ah, but the Dodgers. They were our favorite visiting team. If there were jeers, it was all in good fun. When a Dodger player made a good play, he heard applause from St. Louis fans. Casey Stengel loved to needle the fans in St. Louis. When they could, they needled him right back. So, it is clear. Youngstown State Penguins The Dodgers were our favorites. The Giants were welcomed by St. Louis fans. But the Yankees, with their superior attitude, were beyond the pale. A small aside here, if I may. In the lean years for the Browns of 1925 to 1935, one of their pitching mainstays was George Blaeholder, a right hander with no great credentials. Over an 11 year career, Blaeholder had 104 wins, 125 losses with a 4.54 earned run average. new balance 1500 ebay Those statistics marked him as a run of the mill pitcher.

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Saigh set out to exploit the Cardinal name and by 1951 or thereabouts, was convicted of a federal crime and went to jail. So you see the Cardinals fell on hard times because of the absolute greed that afflicted the owners who came after Sam Breadon. It was during these years that, for me, the romance went out of baseball. Adidas Scarpe Uomo Greed had started to take over. And it is still there. That’s enough about St. Louis baseball. In July of 1951, I was offered a job by AT&T in the new Area Headquarters in Kansas City. I took it and moved to a nice community called Prairie Village, Kansas. If nothing else, I liked the name of the town. In my estimation, Kansas City is an attractive town with a “can do” attitude. I knew that the Yankees had long owned the Kansas City Blues, a club in the top tier of the minor league system of baseball. The Yanks had not given up their superior ways. When they wanted a ball player from the Blues, they took him. Obviously, as the owner of the franchise, they were entitled to do that but a sense of decency should have prevailed here. If the Blues were in a dog fight with the club from Omaha, for example, perhaps the Yanks could have waited a week or so. But that’s not the way the Yankees worked. In 1955 when major league baseball came to Kansas City and the Royals (named after a cattle show) succeeded the Blues, the Yankees still treated the newcomers as a farm team. Whenever they wanted someone from the Royals roster, it was always worked out with what seemed to be Yankee castoffs being part of the arrangement. So you see in St. Louis and Kansas City, the Yanks were never viewed in a neutral light as were the New York Giants or in a favorable light as was the case of the Brooklyn Dodgers. They were viewed as the enemy. In 1953, I accepted another AT&T move to Chicago. We lived on the north side of town which is generally considered National League and Cubs territory. Wrigley Field is on the near North Side of Chicago. People living below the Loop, that is on the South Side, were generally considered White Sox fans. The Cubs had an intense rivalry with the New York Giants and the St. Louis Cardinals. Their rivalry with the Brooklyn Dodgers did not reach the intensity of their games with the Giants. Wrigley Field was a small ballpark seating about 38,000 fans. It has posts obscuring the view of many of its fans. But it is a wonderful way to see a ballgame. Until four or five years ago, Wrigley was unlighted. There was no better way to spend a lazy afternoon than at the Wrigley ballpark. The White Sox park was quite a distance from my north side home. In the two years I lived in Chicago, I believe there were only three or four White Sox games that I attended. The ball park was in a depressed area. Parking was a problem because it was never clear that my car would be returned unharmed. But I watched the White Sox games on television with Jack Brickhouse, Chicago’s beloved announcer. When the Yanks came to Chicago, they did it with the same display of aloofness and boorishness. White Sox fans regarded the Yanks as enemies. That attitude extended to the White Sox ownership which seemed to refuse to trade players with the Yanks. Jordan Hydro Retro I suspect that Yankee fans would say that there were no players on the White Sox teams that they could use. And that may be true, but I’m here to tell you that there was absolutely no love lost between the fans or the ownership of the Chicago White Sox and the Yankees. vendita on line new balance 1500 I stayed in Chicago only two years. I enjoyed my time there immensely. adidas yeezy boost 350 hombre The people in that part of the Midwest are genuine. They work hard and play pretty much the same way. Chicago is a place I treasure. In 1955, I came to AT&T Headquarters in New York City. In baseball terms, there was a three way war going on. The Giant fans couldn’t abide Dodger fans and looked down on Yankee rooters as front runners. Dodger fans actively disliked – or even hated – the Giants. The Dodger-Giants rivalry was so great and so consuming that Dodger fans seemed to pay little attention to the Yanks. As for the Yanks, they went their own self-satisfied way paying attention to no one but themselves. They were disliked by Dodger as well as by Giant fans. When it comes to arrogance, which the Yanks always had, they even surpassed themselves when it came to dealing with Casey Stengel, their very successful manager. The Yankees had hired Stengel after he had completed his work with the Dodgers. After the 1948 season, the Yanks must have been in desperate straits. They hired Casey Stengel who had always been a National League player and manager. Stengel guided Yankee fortunes from 1949 until 1960. During that time he took the Yankees to the World Series in ten different seasons. His team won the World Series on seven of those occasions. After the 1960 World Series which the Yanks lost to Pittsburgh, Casey Stengel was told by Yankee management, to use his own words, “”My services would no longer be needed.” In short, Stengel was fired. In 12 seasons, Stengel had taken the Yanks to the World Series ten times, a winning percentage of 83%. But Stengel’s services “would no longer be required.” I think I have made my case for Yankee arrogance adequately. The attitude the Yankees had may have been attributed to the team’s management. While I was greatly turned off by the teams attitude, I liked Phil Rizzuto, Yogi Berra and Hank Bauer. In 1966, I accepted a posting in Washington where my work was of a lobbying nature. Washington was a wonderful experience. scarpe nike uomo in offerta Part of that wonderment came from a recently started ball club called the “Senators.” The original Senators had taken off for greater gold in Minneapolis at the end of 1961. Washington was without major league baseball in 1962 but an expansion club came into being for the 1963 season. To build attendance, the Senators would permit children to be admitted for one dollar, or perhaps it may have been two dollars on Saturdays. Adults paid only three or four dollars. A young widow from Venezuela with five children lived across the street from us in Bethesda, Maryland. Our kids played with the Venezuelan children. On quite a few occasions, we would gather up our two kids and two or three from the widowed neighbor and take them to the ball game. That was great fun as the Venezuelans take their baseball seriously.

  • And they even liked the Griffith Stadium hot dogs. The star of that expansion Senator team was a young first baseman named Mike Epstein. When he began to call himself “The Super Jew,” he seemed to become more popular. The expansion Senators finished last, of course, but Saturday afternoons at Griffith Stadium with a bunch of little kids and “The Super Jew” are something I will long remember. All the kids, the Venezuelans and my kids thought Mike Epstein was great stuff. I was glad to see him do his thing. Being in the American League, the Yankees dominated the Senators in Washington just as they are now doing to the Tampa Bay team which is not a major league team by any stretch of the imagination. In 1969, I found myself again in New York just in time to join in the rooting for the Mets who won the World Series that year. I have rooted for the Mets and the Cardinals all these years, but my efforts have only occasionally been rewarded. Sometimes the Mets are hard to be interested in. For example, they have a right fielder who cost them two good players and who makes $11.5 million per year. In the 2002 season, he hit for an average of .215. Good outfielders hit .300 or more – and this fellow is paid $11.5 million. The Mets pay their shortstop more than $6 million per year and he insults the fans and sulks. Their second baseman makes $8 million per year and often appears lost. The new left fielder is paid $4 million per year and often appears clueless when he tries to catch a fly ball in left field. Well, I suppose you can’t win them all. I told you when you started this essay that it was about baseball. If I started in 1926 for the Cardinal-Yankee World Series that year, it means that using the standard depreciated ordinary life tables that I have been at it for 76 years. That is a long time no matter how you measure it. On the other hand, I’ve had 76 years of enjoyment and great fun from baseball. Even during the World War II years, arrangements were made to bring World Series scores to troops in Africa, Europe, the Orient or wherever American troops were asked to serve. I came fairly close to missing the 1942 World Series because Spanish speaking carpenters who were building the base at Camp Luna near Las Vegas, New Mexico, had little or no interest in baseball matters. I joined the United States Army in the summer of 1942 and soon found my way to “The Land of Enchantment,” New Mexico. It may have been enchanted but it had no radio in that whole military base at Las Vegas. When we were able to get the civilian carpenters to ask about the score between the St. Louis Cardinals and the Yankees, they would go home and report to us the next morning. The World Series was not big news in New Mexico particularly among Spanish speaking people, but I learned a little about Espanol. The Cardinals won the 1942 World Series. I still follow baseball, but in recent years the greed has seriously depressed the fun that the game provides. As I said earlier, greed cuts across lines between management and players. This year some owners are saying the they are going to cut back on player salaries. When salaries come down to a manageable level, I’d like to be around, but I’m afraid that day will not arrive during my lifetime. Earlier in this essay, I had spoken about Grover Cleveland Alexander, the Cardinal pitcher in the World Series of 1926. When Tip O’Neill was the Speaker of the House of Representatives, he invited Ronald Reagan to lunch in his office. Reagan had recently been sworn in as President of the United States. In a tour of his office, O’Neill pointed to his desk and said that it had been used by Grover Cleveland. Grover Cleveland was one of Reagan’s predecessors as a President of the U. S. Reagan said, “Oh yes. I know all about him. I played him in a movie about his baseball career.” O’Neill said he meant Grover Cleveland, the former President. Reagan dismissed him by repeating that he had a good time playing in the movie about Grover Cleveland Alexander. O’Neill gave up. If I am still hanging in there perhaps it is because I never went to see Reagan playing Old Pete Alexander. If people of Jewish faith can say “Next year in Jerusalem,” then I think it reasonable for Mets or Cardinal fans to say next year is our year. We’ll have to see. wow gold So starting in 1926, I have been involved in New York baseball. I had exposure to it in St. Louis. I saw how the fans of Kansas City reacted. I came to know how fans in Chicago and Washington responded to the New York team. And of course, from the time I first came to New York in 1948, I could see for myself what New York baseball was all about. From the standpoint of someone who grew up in the Midwest, there was great sport about the game. When the Cubs or the Pirates came to town, there was a spirit of good sportsmanship and spirited competition. When the Giants showed up it was all business. When the Dodgers came to Sportsman’s Park, there was joy all over St. Louis. But when the Yankees came to town, they were usually greeted with sullen hostility because of the superior attitude that St. Louisans perceived. Well, even with Yankee arrogance, my affair with baseball which has now lasted more than three quarters of a century, has been a very rewarding experience. I know we feel let down by teams such as the 2002 Mets. Ah, but here I am in November looking forward to next Spring when the home plate umpire will again say, “Play Ball.” I am ready now to resume my love affair with baseball even though I know it may all turn out badly. But on the other hand, who knows? We will have to see. E. E. CARR November 8, 2002   ADDITIONAL THOUGHTS ABOUT BASEBALL Sven and Ella Lernevall of Bandhagen, Sweden, are dear friends who may not always comprehend some of the facts that American baseball lovers take for granted. So these few additional thoughts may be worthwhile. Until 1954, the major Leagues of American baseball lined up in this fashion: NOTES: *For a year or two they were called the Boston Bees. That name did not sit well for fans in the Northeast. **They were called originally the Trolley Dodgers. By the time I came along, it was simply the Dodgers. The two St. Louis teams were named originally after colors. In the 1880’s, Chris von der Ahe operated an elaborate beer garden. To help his beer garden along, he sponsored a baseball team. They wore brown uniforms and hence, were called the Browns. No big mystery there. In Missouri, we are plain spoken folks. In 1899, the Cleveland Spiders moved to St. Louis. The Spiders wore uniforms with red piping. Two stories exist. A sports writer in St. Louis named Willie McHale, began calling the team the Cardinals after the color of their piping on their uniforms. Maglia John Wall In the other story, a female fan remarked that the color of the uniform piping was cardinal and suggested that name to replace the former name of Spiders. A few years later, the club put images of cardinal birds on the front of their uniforms. A hundred years later, those images and that nickname still exist. Now about St. Louis. In 1763, Pierce LaClede and Auguste Chouteau chose a site on the west bank of the Mississippi River just south of the mouth of the Missouri River as their new fur trading post. It was named for Louis IX of France. The population, customs and type of government remained predominantly French well into the 19th century. Because the French did not play baseball, they had to be replaced with citizens who understood the intricacies of the well known Infield Fly Rule. Jim Reese is the savant who knows everything about this basic American concept of justice. The citizens of Iraq also are ignorant of the Infield Fly Rule. This constitutes a “material breech” of the United Nations agreement with Iraq. It also gives George Bush a complete reason to launch his massive retaliation against such infidels. The message to all countries is: you mess with the Infield Fly Rule at your own peril. ~~~ I just spend several minutes trying to figure out if “Cardinal Law” is a pun on the St. Louis Cardinals, and if such a pun is actively used by the fanclub of that team. Under punny Cardinal Law, presumably, supporting any non-Cardinal team would be considered a sin. But some cursory Google searching turned up no results, which tells me that this interpretation of Cardinal Law is unique. It’s worth noting that this is both the longest essay in the history of the site, having trumped the essay immediately before this one (part 11 of the series), AND it’s being published on baseball’s opening day, 2016. Let’s just say that I planned it that way all along. Anyway, so concludes the 12-part series on New York. I’ve been a big fan, and particularly enjoyed all the essays specific to the friends he made there.


    During the 2004 and 2005 major league baseball seasons, center field on the Boston Red Sox was patrolled by a fellow named John Damon. During those two seasons, Damon declined to cut his hair and he also declined to shave. When he batted, the batting helmet would often squirt upwards because of the pressure exerted by the mop of hair below it. The pitchers must have been distracted by the sight of Damon, who seemed like a Neanderthal man come to life. In any case, after the 2005 season, Damon opted for free agency and was signed by the New York Yankees, who have a rule against facial hair. Damon cut his hair, shaved his beard, and got married. Thinking about Johnny Damon has led me to the subject of whiskers in general. Nike Air Max 2016 Heren wit I know there are men who have the luxury of growing a mustache. In recent years, the mustaches sometimes seem to grow beyond the mouth and come down on its sides. Whiskers are also necessary for those who wish to grow a goatee. And certainly they are necessary for those who wish to grow a beard. Scarpe Nike Italia But absent the mustaches, the goatees, and the beards, may I ask what good are whiskers? For my own part, my beard is so light that it makes no impression whatsoever. There is no chance that I could ever grow a goatee or a beard. But like millions of other men, the whiskers continue to grow and must be chopped off. It is at this point that I must ask, why do men have whiskers? The answer must be idiopathic, which the medical profession will tell you means, when translated, “I don’t know.” Were whiskers grown to make men less appealing to wild animals? Again, I don’t know. But a whole industry has grown up around whiskers. There are the barbers and the people who make instruments to shave whiskers. There are pre-shaves and after-shave lotions, as well as soaps to make the beard soft. Asics Gel Noosa męskie And for those who use electric razors, there are lubricants to make the shaver cut properly. My father used a straight razor which he honed on a leather strop. He insisted on shaving with that straight razor even after he became blind. In my case, I came of age when safety razors were the norm. Canotte Portland Trail Blazers However, during my years in the American Army, particularly those years spent outside the United States, there was no hot water. Shaving with a safety razor in those days was more or less difficult. asics kayano uomo Shortly after I was discharged from the Army, the Sunbeam Corporation produced an electric razor. So now I have been using electric razors of one kind or another for more than fifty years. My father contended that shaving your face with electricity was “not natural” and therefore, against God’s wishes. I believe he was wrong on that point and I continue to shave my face with a Norelco razor that is submersible. There was a time when I was doing extensive traveling abroad, where the electric currents are different from those in the United States, requiring a transformer. In that case, I carried a heavy transformer to insure my smooth shaves. Cat whiskers are a different story. Veterinarians contend that cat whiskers warn the cat when he is entering a space that is too narrow for him to pass. But this is totally a theory and so far I find it unconvincing. It has nothing to do with the whiskers that are chopped off my face from time to time. Well you see that I have raised this question about whiskers and obviously I can provide no answers. I regret raising a question to which there is no answer. But if any of you who read these essays can provide this old essayist with a reason for men having whiskers, I would like to hear it. My father would have suggested that it is not natural for us to know the answer to questions of this sort. Maybe he was right, but that doesn’t stop me from thinking about them. George Steinbrenner, who signed John Damon to a $10 million a year contract, might not be best man to ask either. It turns out that Damon is a good lead-off hitter and he can catch the ball, which is important in a big stadium like the Yankees have. But he has what baseball people call a “glass arm,” which means that he can throw out very few runners. So Damon with his newly shaven face has been relegated to left field and a rookie has taken his job in center field. So George Steinbrenner may provide me with some clues as to why men have whiskers. And he won’t have to pay me $10 million a year. One final thought goes through this old essayist’s head. Would it be possible to take the whiskers that are cut off and stuff pillows? How about pillows for dolls? If that may be the case, a whole new industry would come into being. I doubt it. So that all I can say about whiskers is that they are completely useless. E. Clemson Tigers E. CARR September 24, 2007 Essay 262 ~~~ Kevin’s commentary: You know, I remember reading this one around the time it was written. 2007 was the last full year I was still living at the house in Austin, where of course Pop would send the essays. nike air max pas cher pour homme Once I moved to Northwestern I was no longer on the mailing list (probably since I changed addresses at least once a year) so I had to get the essays in huge batches when I went home. Air Jordan 1 Retro It was trickier to keep up with them, after that, which is partially why this site exists now. There were tons of essays that I missed! In any event, Pop continues to shave with an electric razor, often under the watchful eye of one Jenny M. Womens Air Jordan 6 She’s very good at making sure Pop gets his beard under control. I’m sure this was a pressing question on all of our reader’s minds. For my part, I read this essay and wondered about baldness. They say that you’ll go bald if your mom’s dad is bald, yeah? My beard — though not a full one by any stretch, comes in patchy but nominally it is still a bit thicker than Pop’s seems to get when he’s between shaves.

  • Is that a sign that I won’t go quite as bald as he has? Here’s hoping.


    This essay has an air of inevitability about it. If a pitcher stands on the mound and expectorates on the baseball, the batter should know that the next pitch will inevitably be a spitball which will start out at waist level and sink to his shoe-tops by the time it crosses the plate. There is also an inevitability about essay writing. If an event happens only once in 61 years and involves the Girl Scouts, it is inevitable that an essay must be written about it. The unwritten essay will say to the author, “If you don’t write me, I will write the essay myself.” And so there is a degree of inevitability about this essay. Let me try to tell you about it. Soldiers of every nation will tell you that, next to going home, they look forward with great anticipation to receiving mail from there. That, of course, is why this essay is entitled “Mail Call.” In my case it ordinarily took at least two to three weeks for a letter mailed from my home in St.

  • Louis to reach me in the African and Italian theaters of war. I am speaking of course about the Second World War. The letters were collected at a military post office in Miami, Florida called an APO which means Army Post Office. Following the APO was a three digit number which directed the mail to the proper location. For example, When I served in Italy or in Africa, my mail was always addressed to the APO number in Miami. I assume the clerks at the APO in Miami separated the letters by the APO number into the varied designations and placed them into heavy canvas sacks. From that point on, they started a torturous journey involving several countries. ADIDAS ZX 750 The planes that carried the mailbags were usually C-87’s which were the cargo version of the B-24 bombers. Saint Joseph’s Hawks Jerseys The first stop was Borinquen Field in Puerto Rico. The second stop was at Georgetown, British Guyana. The enlisted men’s barracks at Georgetown had small lizards that crawled over the supporting beams for the roof. I made three trips through Georgetown and never enjoyed a nights sleep there in any case. The next stop was over jungle growth so heavy that if an airplane were lost there, it would be almost impossible to find it. The tall trees and the jungle growth would seem to simply absorb it. The flight from Georgetown was aimed at Natal, Brazil. If fuel was running a little low, the airplane could put in at Belem, Brazil or at a place called Fortaleza. At Natal, Brazilian salesmen were permitted to enter onto the flight lines to sell such things as perfume and their Natal boots. I bought a pair of Natal boots but never wore them on a flight. If it were necessary to use a parachute, when the chute opened, in all likelihood the boots would come off the feet. Consequently, I flew wearing Army high top shoes. From Natal came the first ocean hop to a little known place in the South Atlantic called Ascension Island. It is a one mile square island which consists almost entirely of volcanic ash. A runway had been constructed amid the ash heaps which permitted it to a have a long runway. If the airplane missed the center line of the runway, there was a good chance that it would scrape the sides of the channel with one of its wingtips. Ascension Island, as I have said before, is one of the five loneliest places in the world. It was a British possession when the Americans took it over largely for the use of Pan American Airways. Today, that island does not even appear on most maps. I suspect that it is without inhabitants and no one seems to care about it anymore. From Ascension Island to the next stop was Accra in British West Africa in a country called the Gold Coast. Since the early 1960’s, that country is now called Ghana. When the mail reached Accra, it was separated into two sets. One shipment went north into North Africa and the Italian theatre of war, with several stops on the way. The second shipment headed eastward to the foot of the Himalayan Mountains to be delivered to those troops fighting the Japanese. Many stops along the way occurred at American bases at such places as El Genina and El Fasher in the Darfur region of the Sudan. It ended with delivery to the forces in the eastern-most province of India called Assam. The arrival of mail at a post overseas occurred about once every 10 days. Calvin Ridley Jersey But if we were very lucky, there might be a weekly delivery. But on average, the mail arrived between ten days and two and one half weeks. In those days there was no e-mail, of course. The only means of correspondence was letters and postcards. In late 1943 or 1944, the post office developed a thin sheet of paper called a V-mail. V-mail is a single thin piece of paper onto which you could write your message and fold it so that there was no envelope required. Mail in those days cost only three cents for a first-class letter. I believe that those V-mails addressed to soldiers required no postage. Weight was very important because the mail was carried on cargo planes. The mail usually was an added starter after the rest of the cargo had been loaded. If there was no room for mail on the first flight, it had to be held for subsequent flights, which accounts for the delay in delivery. Obviously, the drawback to using V-mail was that the writer could not say much at all on one small tissue-like piece of paper. When mail arrived at a base, the word would spread very quickly. The sack would be taken to the squadron headquarters and at lunchtime or when the work was finished for the day, the squadron clerk opened a window in the Quartermaster’s Office and then yelled “m-a-i-l c-a-l-l.” Within instants, perhaps forty or fifty men would show up right outside the window. As the squadron clerk called your name you were expected to answer out “Hyoh.” It was never a case of saying “I am here” or “That’s for me.” Everyone learned that the proper response was the single syllable “Hyoh.” If your friends were away on a mission or at work, it was a solemn duty to claim their mail and to bring it back to the tent or barracks. Air Jordan 1 Retro
    On top of that, whenever the missing soldier returned to the tent or barracks, it was appropriate to tell him that he had some mail waiting for him. That would cause everybody’s face to light up. Getting the mail from the squadron clerk was not always an easy task. It required that the mail be passed overhead from one hand to another until it reached the proper recipient. Once it was in the recipients hand, it was a sacred duty to take the mail back to your tent or barracks and to distribute it where it could be found easily. The point here is that receiving mail in the army was an extremely important operation.

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  • One did not walk around the base with a letter for another soldier carelessly tucked into his pocket. That would have been a gross error in etiquette. Well now that I have told you about the importance of mail to soldiers, I will tell you a little about a mail delivery that I received on November 8, 2006. I knew that Veterans Day would come along in a few days but I was not paying any attention to it. On November 8, 1945, I receive my honorable discharge from the American Army. As Veterans Day, formerly called Armistice Day, came and went over these six decades, no one made a fuss about it. There were no congratulatory telephone calls or postcards. Perhaps there might have been a march now and then by the local American Legion Post or the Veterans of Foreign Wars Post, that is about as far as it went. Canotte Dallas Mavericks In all those 61 years since my discharge from the American Army, no one ever said to me that they appreciated my service in our Armed Forces. But to be honest, I never expected anyone to offer good wishes on Veterans Day. When the Second World War came along, I thought it was my duty to volunteer to serve in our Armed Forces. It was as simple as that and after my discharge I had no relationship with the armed forces. I do not attend reunions nor did I ever join a VFW Post or a veterans organization of any kind. I had done my duty and it was my intention to get on with life. This November 8th was a different story. One afternoon the doorbell rang and my wife answered. Two Girl Scouts from Troop 132 of the Glenwood School asked my wife if a veteran lived here. She replied that that was the case. At that point the Girl Scouts gave my wife a small bag with a letter and some presents. The presents were a large pencil with stars and stripes on it and a lapel pin. In addition there was a magnetic marker to hold things against the refrigerator, for example. It also had a flag on it. When my wife read me the letter that the Girl Scouts had written and presented me with their gifts, tears came to my eyes. After all of these sixty-one years, the Girl Scout Troop 132 of Glenwood School remembered. How can any old soldier not show some emotion when he receives such a gift? It is no wonder that my eyes had some tears. Here is the letter that the Girl Scouts wrote to me: mail call 1 resized Here is the letter that I dictated to my wife in response to the letter from the Girl Scouts:

    Girl Scouts of America Millburn Troop 132, Glenwood School Short Hills, New Jersey Your gift brought tears to my eyes. In the summer of 1942, I volunteered to join the United States Army. I was honorably discharged more than three years later, coincidentally, on November 8, 1945. Your gift was delivered on the 61st anniversary of my discharge. I am very appreciative of your gift because in all of those years from 1942 to the present, no one has ever given me a gift for my service in the United States Army. I thank you very much. And I will treasure your gift for as long as I am around. All best wishes to the Glenwood Girl Scouts, Troop #132. Stay strong, signature

      And finally, here is the letter that my wife attached to my letter:

    To the Girl Scouts of Troop 132, Ed Carr, my husband is an essayist. He wrote the attached essay “They Never Betrayed Me” to tell his daughters – for the first time – what had happened on the air raid that led to his imprisonment and his subsequent rescue by the Italian Partisans. Perhaps this will give you a flavor of what our fliers endured during World War II. I am also including a VHS tape having to do with a plaque in New York that honors some of my husband’s co-workers at AT&T who were killed in World War II. This tape was made as part of a project of the Library of Congress in Washington to preserve the memories of WWII. Perhaps the essay and the tape will give you a better idea about my husband’s service in the American Army. He is too modest to send these, but I will. My husband, who is now blind, was very touched by your gift. Best regards, Judith A. Nike Air Max 2016 Dames Blauw Chicka (Mrs. E. E. Carr)

    So you see, when the Girl Scouts delivered their letter to me, it was inevitable that I should have a response. It was inevitable that I would write them a letter telling them how much I appreciated their gifts. I am certain that those two Girl Scouts will grow up to be good and thoughtful citizens. They were thoughtful in this case to have remembered me for my service in a war that, from their standpoint, must be thought of as a prehistoric conflict. If there were tears associated with these developments, I would say that they are well deserved. Now about that spitball pitcher. The spitball was outlawed several years ago but it is alleged that a good many pitchers still throw it. If you are ever in a batter’s box and you think the pitcher is going to throw you a spitball, it is recommended that you move up in the batter’s box and try to hit it before it starts its downward flight. The chances are that you will miss the spitball but unfortunately that’s the very best advice that I can give you. There are teachers who rail against the use of the word spit, but for all of the years that I have been associated with baseball, I have never heard of a pitcher throwing an expectoration pitch. So spitballs and inevitability are the backbone of this essay. E. E. CARR November 14, 2006 Essay 216 ~~~ Kevin’s commentary: A favorite’s favorite.

  • Good on the girl scouts for remembering, and on Pop for replying. I’m a little annoyed at myself in the past for not saying anything over years and years of Veteran’s days (I was pretty self-absorbed at 16) but I’ve done a little bit better recently. Reading about the war — and the linked essay in particular — definitely opened my eyes a little bit. That said, “They Never Betrayed Me” is a very intense essay for a bunch of girl scouts. Conversely, the first part of this essay was a really nice window into some of the few brighter moments during the war. I wonder if instant communication takes anything away from the happiness of getting mail these days.


    -Three Disparate Thoughts Growing up during the great American Depression, it was my view that golf was an elitist sport. There were a few driving ranges around, but public golf courses were few and far between. Fjallraven Kanken 7L Jobs also were few and far between and money was a problem at every step of the way. Golf was played mostly at suburban country clubs where the men smoked expensive cigars and drank premium whiskey. About as close as I would ever come to a country club was to get a job as a caddy or someone working in the kitchen. And so it was that I developed no great interest in golf or in golfers. air max 90 pas cher I did not harbor hostility toward golf or golfers, but I simply have had no interest in them over the ensuing years. While I maintained a disinterest in the subject of golf, I do know of course who Tiger Woods is. He seems to have won many major tournaments and is perhaps the established star in all of golfdom. Orlando Magic During the latter part of March, Tiger Woods gave an interview to Ed Bradley of Sixty Minutes on CBS Television in which he stated his philosophy. He said that the idea of playing golf was to win the tournament of course, but winning was only part of the procedure. Woods said that he “liked to kick their butts” even after he won the tournament. He went on to say that if he and Bradley were playing a game of cards, it was Woods’ intention not only to win the game but to “kick Bradley’s butt” as well. I was fairly astounded at this remark because it reflected an attitude that I had not associated with Tiger Woods. And it shows no generosity at all. It seems to be of a sadistic streak worthy only of the vice president, Mr. Cheney. It seems to me that winning is important but that kicking butt is a cause for eventual retribution. Two thoughts came to mind as I heard Tiger Woods talk about kicking Bradley’s butt. In perhaps 1935 during a grade school softball game, I was the catcher. When our pitcher threw a fast ball by one of the opposing batters, I held the ball out in front of the batter after he swung and missed and said something to this effect, “Is this what you were looking for?” The umpire was a gentleman named Mr. Payne who was widely beloved in the Clayton, Missouri public school system. Mr. Payne just turned me around and delivered a short lecture to the effect that I should never ever show up an opponent in that fashion. If the batter swung and missed, so be it. That was to the credit of our team. But to show him up by exhibiting the ball was needless and tended to make enemies. In all of my catching career after that time, I never ever showed the ball to a batter who had swung and missed. Mr. Payne made his point quite well. The second thought that comes to mind has to do with an election in which I ran for the union presidency. In late 1949 in St. Louis, I was the vice president of Local 5 of the Federation of Long Lines Telephone Workers. The president was a man named Gordon “Pete” Sallee. Things were not progressing well in that local, so in the election of late 1949, I ran against Pete Sallee for the presidency and won it. Using Mr. asics beyond damskie Payne’s example, I went out of my way to make sure that Pete Sallee did not feel as though I were gloating or anything of the sort. Quite to the contrary, it was my intention to make a friend out of Sallee. As time went on, he and I became close friends and, indeed, until his death in 1970, whenever I visited St. Louis, I made it my business to have lunch or dinner with Pete Sallee. I had no intention, ever, of making Pete Sallee feel as though I were intent upon kicking his butt. It is my belief that Tiger Woods would profit by taking the same view as I took back in 1949. New Balance 574 męskie Winning is important but kicking butt is not what sportsmen do. They should be magnanimous to the losers. —————————————————————————————- Now we turn to civil war, this being Iraq in the case in point. For a year or more, our man in Iraq was Ayad Alawi. He was our appointed Prime Minister of Iraq and he was selected largely because of his being secular. He was not publicly identified as being Sunni or Shia. He was a secularist. Late in his career, when there was an election to be held in Iraq, Alawi was invited to the White House for a photo op, during which he “conferred” with George Bush. Alawi also addressed a joint session of Congress reading a speech prepared for him by the White House. Apparently Alawi had no chance to read the speech beforehand, as he made several errors when he spoke even though he is a fluent English speaker. Nonetheless, Alawi ran in the January elections in Iraq as a secularist, and was handed his head by the religious parties. My recollection is that he got no more than 12 to 15% of the vote while the religionists ran off with all the rest. Now that Alawi is no longer in power and has largely been rejected, the current administration is trying to distance itself from him.

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