Woohoo! Twenty-third place!
My wife watches “Bones” reruns on BBC America and there was an episode in the last week or so that he directed. I remembered the name from one of the Jaws movies.
Yeah, I know know of that movie, but never seen it.
Jeff Torborg, former MLB catcher and manager, has caught his last game at age 83.
Former Mets manager, Yankees coach Jeff Torborg dead at 83 - Yahoo Sports
It is a bummer, but I had a feeling that not being able to walk much and leave his house meant he was just marking time. RIP.
I knew I recognized the name. I’m a Gen X baby (1973), so Torborg’s achievements as a player were fairly unknown to me. But I recognize his name from his managerial stint with the then-Florida Marlins.
His name jogged my memory, and being the anal guy that I am, I had to look it up. Sure enough, in a game on July 30, 1965, Torborg hit a home run that started the winning comeback against the Cardinals. My family was at that game in St. Louis, which also featured Bob Uecker starting as catcher for the Cards.
Bad week for players in that game, I guess.
I’m not sure if it was like this in other parts of the country. It certainly doesn’t happen around here anymore. When I was a Little Leaguer we had a banquet at the end of the year. Trophies would be handed out (to the winners). There would always be a guest of honor. A retired big leaguer would give a little speech and each kid an autograph. One year for me it was Jeff Torborg. He was a Jersey guy and a former Rutgers baseball player. I don’t remember what he said but I know he told some good stories and was nice to all the kids.
It wasn’t like that in my Southern Indiana little league.
During my Little League career we had Torborg, Paul Blair and Ed Kranepool. My brother’s banquets had Duffy Dyer and Rusty Staub. My father was very impressed with Rusty Staub. He went around the room and spent time with each kid one on one.
I’ve never know someone named Rusty to be a dick.
mmm
There is a vulgar comment to make of that.
Musician John Sykes (Blue Murder, Whitesnake, etc) has died at 63.
Fuck cancer.
Bandleader-drummer Bob Kuban, who got his start playing drums for Chuck Berry at the age of 10, and whose one-hit wonder The Cheater has a spot in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, died with 16 bars left unplayed.
Bob Kuban and the In-Men, IIRC. And I can still hear that song in my head, nearly six decades later.
Cecile Richards, daughter of former TX governor Ann Richards, and former President of Planned Parenthood died this morning at age 67.
https://www.nytimes.com/2025/01/20/us/cecile-richards-dead-planned-parenthood.html
RIP Cecile.
And 33 points, a unique pick for moi and a new, never before, leader in the clubhouse. WOW, unfreakingbelievable.
Genevieve Callerot, farmer and author who escaped to the French countryside at the age of 4 with her family during the WWI bombing of Paris, and since they moved close to what would become the Demarcation line between occupied and free France during WWII, would join the French underground with her father to help people escape the occupation, died at 108.
Also:
meow!
| 1 | Kitten Mitten | 68 | 2 | 1 |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 2 | GIGObuster | 59 | 2 | 0 |
| 2 | Jeezums | 59 | 2 | 0 |
| 4 | Captain Klutz | 35 | 1 | 0 |
| 4 | Happy Lendervedder | 35 | 1 | 0 |
| 4 | Hoopy Frood | 35 | 1 | 0 |
| 4 | It’s Not Rocket Surgery | 35 | 1 | 0 |
| 4 | Jegpeg | 35 | 1 | 0 |
| 4 | Little Nemo | 35 | 1 | 0 |
| 4 | Mahaloth | 35 | 1 | 0 |
| 4 | Pheoinix | 35 | 1 | 0 |
| 4 | phungi | 35 | 1 | 0 |
| 4 | Queen Anne’s Lace | 35 | 1 | 0 |
| 4 | Railer 13 | 35 | 1 | 0 |
| 4 | Registered at Last | 35 | 1 | 0 |
| 4 | Reindeer Flotilla | 35 | 1 | 0 |
| 4 | RobotDevilDog | 35 | 1 | 0 |
| 4 | RTFirefly | 35 | 1 | 0 |
| 19 | vivalostwages | 22 | 1 | 1 |
| 20 | Culling the Herd | 14 | 1 | 1 |
| 21 | Sternvogel | 10 | 1 | 0 |
| 21 | Superdude | 10 | 1 | 0 |
| 23 | commasense | 5 | 1 | 1 |
Congrats but surely until your other eleven picks pass away or the year ends you are still out on the course.
Thank you and good point.
I’m looking at you, Katie Micucci, with my driver, and you, Frank Caprio, with my 9 iron. 