I wasn't interested in getting Paul Casanova or Tim Cullen or Del Unser or Larry Biittner (double "i" and double "t".I spelled it right!) to sign an autographed book or even their baseball cards. I had the ball, a blue ballpoint pen, and my game face on. Now THAT would be an autographed baseball to pass down to my children. I was determined to add Ted Williams' signature to a ball that had been autographed by Mickey Mantle. The Sheraton, a castle-themed hotel right off the Santa Ana Freeway, was the home of the Senators when the club was in Anaheim. Although the Angels-Senators game wasn't scheduled to begin until 2 p.m., we had one pit stop to make before heading to Anaheim Stadium.
On this particular day, Matt picked me up at my house between 9:30 and 10 a.m. Having a friend with wheels is important to any teenager. Matt had turned 16 several months before and he not only had a driver's license but his own car, a 1968 Pontiac Bonneville. I invited my longtime friend and high school basketball teammate Matt Cooper to the game. But, on the morning of June 13, 1971, I was thinking about one thing and one thing only: Ted Williams and the Washington Senators were in town to play the California Angels.Ĭourtesy of my Dad, who was Director of Public Relations and Promotions for the Angels, I had a pair of tickets that afternoon. Now, thirty-eight years later, I'm much more attuned to political news and Sinatra's music has its own playlist on my iPod. Ol’ Blue Eyes returned in November 1973 in "Sinatra - The Main Event" at Madison Square Garden. Little did I know (or care) that the New York Times published the Pentagon Papers, a top-secret Department of Defense study of America's involvement in the Vietnam War, in the Sunday newspaper that very day.Ĭloser to home (literally), I had no idea that Frank Sinatra was honored with a gala farewell that evening at the Music Center in Los Angeles. Given my age, I wasn't paying close attention to the news outside of the baseball world. Finals were over, summer was about to begin, and my mind was on baseball. My sophomore year at Lakewood High School was winding down. I was three weeks short of my 16th birthday. « Does a Quirky Home Field Cause a Road Disadvantage? | Patrick Sullivan (Study of NYY CF/BOS LF)īob Klapisch (The Case for Bert Blyleven) Mark Armour (Rise/Fall of Artificial Turf)ĭavid Appelman (Pitchers, Pitch by Pitch) Rybarczyk ('09 Hit Tracker Projections)Ĭraig Calcaterra (Frivolity, Part I, Part II)ĭan Levitt (Empirical Analysis of Bunting) Harry Pavlidis (Johan Santana's Fast Start)īaseball Analysis at Tufts (Groundballers)īaseball Analysis at Tufts (GB Out Rates) Stan Opdyke (Baseball Radio in NYC, 1953)īrent Mayne (The Intangibles of Catching)
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