Comments on: Showing Some Fight

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Sat, 28 Feb 2009 17:21:41 +0000

My “of choice” for those situations back in the day were 2 bottles of Jolt! cola (“All the sugar, twice the caffine!”) and 2 Super Guarana pilss from the health food store…

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 20:23:45 +0000

Nice piece by our pal Dave Murray on good old Comiskey here. I went once and am still in love with it.

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 20:16:59 +0000

Thanks, I'll have to check that one out. I loved Old Comiskey. It was like walking into a time capsule, like you were back in the 1920's or something. What a magnificent dump.
I just checked out that game I went to in 1990 on Retrosheet, and Keith Hernandez was the Indians first baseman that day! I have no recollection of that at all. To top that off, Rafael Santana played short. Future Mets Robin Ventura and Lance Johnson also played in that one.

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 18:53:09 +0000

Not that I'd want to distract you from the Mets (or overwhelm your baseball book budget), but I would strongly recommend if you haven't already read it, Baseball Palace of the World by Douglas Bukowski, a diary of Comiskey's final year, 1990. While the White Sox chase the A's, Bukowski attempts to save or at least preserve the old park -- which is doomed no matter what he does.

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 18:48:33 +0000

Surge was The Coca-Cola Company's answer to Mountain Dew, but except for a few diehards, it never really caught on. Dew is one of those brands that defines its category, like Gatorade.
See? I can't help myself.

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 16:54:15 +0000

Now that you mention it, whatever happened to Surge? That crap got my roomates and I through a lot of all-night writing stints in college (including one marvelous night at the end of the semester when I wrote six 2-page english papers and one 15 page research paper on… I don't even remember).
I still like to think that despite Darryl's reach, Keith could take him.

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 15:26:47 +0000

1989 was my last season as a full-time Mets fan until I came back for the end of the 2006 season. I graduated from college that year (I may also have been interviewing that week of Photo Day – can't remember), and in August I took a job, of all places, in central Illinois, deep in Cubs country. I remember the pennant race that year during my initial job trip and my first few weeks at work. The Mets were good, but the Cubs were better, and I had to hear all about it from my co-workers every day. They eventually pulled away, and then lost in the NLCS to the Giants. That was the World Series of the San Francisco earthquake that knocked down parts of the Bay Bridge. I recall just getting home from work and turning on the TV when Al Michaels said, “I think we're having an earth—”.
The next year, I was in Chicago on a business trip and attended the second game of the year at old Comiskey Park, and fell in love with the rag-tag White Sox. I spent the summer of 1990 watching and listening to the maturation of Jack McDowell and the amazing 57-save performance of Bobby Thigpen while the Sox improved enough to challenge the Oakland A's and the Bash Brothers, presumably without as many steroids.

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 14:26:08 +0000

I remember that March Thursday quite well, myself. In fact, I probably had an interview that day as well…I know I was out of work, anyway.
What I remember about the Straw/Keith contretemps (sp?) most was thinking, “No way! That's not us; only the Yankees pull that shit…”