Posts Tagged ‘Brooklyn Dodgers’

31st January
2013
written by Sean Noble

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Those who know me well know that I’m a huge Jackie Robinson fan. And a Sandy Koufax fan. And a Dodgers Fan.

A couple years ago I wrote a blog post explaining a little bit about my reasons for the fandom.

Today Jackie Robinson would have been 94 years old.  Not only was he the man who broke the color barrier in baseball, he was a great ball player.

The man behind the legend of Jackie Robinson was the General Manager of the Brooklyn Dodgers, Branch Rickey.  He was one of the original civil rights pioneers, but I’d guess that there aren’t a fraction of people in the United States who have ever heard his name.  And my guess is that he is never mentioned in course work on the civil rights movement.

That would be fine with him.  He did the right thing because it was the right thing, not for attention.  He let Jackie be in the spotlight.

I tip my cap to you Jackie.  Thanks for being a hero to so many people.

 

28th May
2010
written by Sean Noble

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God is smiling down on me. I had a couple meetings scheduled in Chicago this week. Now, I’ve been to Chicago many times, but either during the winter months or for too brief a time to play around.

But this time, because of meeting schedules, I had time to catch a game at Wrigley field. To make it even better, it was a day game and it was the Dodgers! There is a saying among Mormons that when things are falling into place it means “you must be paying your tithing.” When I bought aisle 104 (in Wrigley “sections” are actually called “aisles” on the lower level) behind home plate and on the visitor side, that saying crossed my mind.

Obviously, I’m a bit of a nostalgia nerd, especially when it comes to baseball. As I blogged a long time ago about the reason I have the Brooklyn Bridge as the image on my blog, I am a huge Dodger fan, and particularly keen on Dodger history, which had some of it’s best years in Brooklyn. As such, going to a game at Wrigley Field has been a life-long dream.

I went to my first major league game at Candlestick Park just before I turned five years old when my dad was in dental school in San Francisco, and when we came back to Arizona and settled in Show Low that summer, I could only dream about big league baseball games as I listened to Vin Scully call Dodger games on KTAR. Those dreams included seeing games at Dodger Stadium (which was fulfilled the first time in 1981), Yankee Stadium (fulfilled in 2004), Fenway (fulfilled in 2006) and finally Wrigley Field. So it’s been a long time coming.

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I couldn’t have asked for a better day for baseball. Sunny, light breeze and about 70 degrees at first pitch, which was at 1:20 – making the experience even more fulfilling since it was a day game. (Wrigley Field was the last of the major league parks to add lights, holding out until 1988). I settled in, bought a hot dog from a vendor walking the aisle, applied the Gulden’s mustard and had the second best ballpark hot dog of my life. (The best was the hot dog I ate at Fenway – I can’t even tell you what made it better).

I took in the imagery, the history and, in part because I was wearing my Brooklyn Dodgers hat, envisioned the Brooklyn Dodgers playing ON THIS VERY FIELD!

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Like I said, I’m a nostalgia nerd. (I think I’ve coined a phrase).

I suppose the only thing that could have made the day better was a Dodger win. However, it was a great game, a pitchers duel that the Cubs won 1-0 with back-to-back triples in the bottom of the eighth.

So I’ve hit the big four of the parks I’ve long wanted to see. The only thing left is to visit the monument for Ebbets Field, which was torn down ten years before I was born.

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11th January
2009
written by Sean Noble

A few people have asked me why, as a hick from Show Low, Arizona, do I use a picture of the Brooklyn Bridge on the blog.  A couple reasons.  It’s just a really cool picture.  And I can envision that the scene could have been essentially the same in 1955.

If we had time travel, the first place I’d go would be New York in 1955.  Just think about some of the things that were happening.  In the span of about a month, the Dodgers win the World Series, Ayn Rand finishes writing “Galt’s Speech”, and William F. Buckleystands athwart history, yelling Stop” with the inaugural issue of the conservative movement’s most powerful publication, National Review.

Talk about some pretty cool stuff.  My all-time favorite pitcher is Sandy Koufax and 1955 was his rookie year – albeit pretty forgettable.  In 1956, one of my other favorite players of all-time, Jackie Robinson, spent a good chunk of his last season in baseball fighting with management to give Koufax more starts.  Talk about class. Interestingly, Koufax was the last person to throw a pitch for the Brooklyn Dodgers before their move to Los Angeles.

New York in the 1950’s would be a great place to visit.  I suppose that’s why one of my favorite TV shows is Mad Men  

So how does a kid who grew  up in a small Arizona town develop a fascination with New York in 1955?  The answer is the imagination that comes from reading.  I read my first biography at age 10, and it was of Sandy Koufax.  I then read one about Jackie Robinson.  By age 12, I was reading National Review (because Ronald Reagan did).  The three political publications I recall being around the house growing up were National Review, The New American (my mom had that subscription, which did not please my dad – it is too conspiratorial for me) and Human Events.  It is any wonder I’m a hardcore conservative?

(Link alert – this post has the most links I’ve ever put in a post!)