11.1.65: Abbe Lane and Maury Wills. Via LA Times.
Also, happy father’s day! This is my dad! He looks very cool/hip, am I right? Isn’t there a meme about this? But I can’t quite bring myself to submit this photo to that blog, because I just think my dad is so much cooler than all those other guys.
You know how you have a dog when you’re a kid and then when you hear other people talk about the dogs they had when they were kids you’re internally all like “pshaw, your dog had nothing on my awesome dog!” That’s how I feel about my dad (and our dog, for the record).
My dad found this in his garage and gave it to me because he’s a peach. I want everything to look like this, basically, and am using it loosely as the inspiration for one of a couple Every Hall of Famer t-shirts in the works.
1972 World Series Game 7 scorecard (Reds v Athletics) by my uncle, who was ten years old at the time. He used an Astros regular season program for the scorecard, just scratching out the Padres/Astros and writing in the details. It’s a little messy, but so beautiful!
…via the reliably awesome Justin Cox, who said “I am in love with this photo” — & I share his feelings! Also sharing in his upset that A League of Their Own is no longer streaming on netflix. I had it stashed in my queue for a night when it would be needed.
[noted in the comments, but to make it official: this was snagged from the entertaining uniwatch flickr page]
"How I score a single," for the dream of Eephus League scorebooks.
Here’s another one of my dad’s awesome pictures from the Cards/’Stros game at the dome in 1980 (first one I blogged about here). Everyone’s favorite announcer back when he was likable. In the rainbow guts!
the nice thing about working on this commission for my friend shawn is that i get to look up pictures of cute nineties girl rockers all day without feeling like i’m wasting time…
Have I ever told you guys about how I used to have a really gigantic girl crush on Gwen Stefani? And with outfits like this, can you really blame me??
Here’s a breathtaking photo (among many others) taken by my dad at the Astrodome on September 6, 1980. Standing, looking slightly annoyed while waiting for a throw that obviously wasn’t coming in time, is the Cardinals’ eight-time all star Ted Simmons — the Joe Mauer of his day at least insofar as being a hunky and great-hitting catcher. Skidding past home plate is the Astros’ Cesar Cedeno, who accidentally killed his girlfriend in their hotel room.
I had the great pleasure of rooting through a couple rolls of negatives from this game and coming up with more gems than not. Despite the division rivalry, these two teams each held a special place in my dad’s heart since grew up in Texarkana cheering for the Cardinals up until the Astros came along and, making a live appearance there (with Joe Morgan in tow!), explained that they were now the closest MLB team and that everyone should go ahead and switch their affiliation. Shooting this game in the context of his photojournalism career, I wonder if he felt torn at all — after the Astros were leading 9-0 in the third inning — perhaps as the Cardinals staged their sixth-inning rally of four runs against our little knuckleballer Joe Niekro. The Cards scored one more in the 8th and then folded. I’d like to see a game in 2011 as exciting as this one looks in these pictures.
This is Video Girl Ai. I really don’t care about anime, generally, but she is me. I am her. It’s true. You’ll have to see it (and know me) and then you’ll understand.
Automatic young SM reblog. This picture sums up why some people hate Pavement so much and (part of) why I love them so much in one handy visual. Preppies!