Comments on: Mike Kekich and Fritz Peterson

By: Josh Wilker

Josh Wilker — Sun, 30 May 2010 16:25:56 +0000

I heard Peterson interviewd on WFAN when I was in NYC a couple weeks ago, and the “they traded everything” headline was still being bandied about by the interviewer (Boomer Esiason’s morning co-host, I forget his name, but he sounds like Jay Mohr). It was a good interview, though, and Peterson was not at all averse to delving into the subject (Kekich is apparently the complete opposite in that regard).

By: llefevre3

llefevre3 — Sat, 29 May 2010 18:33:54 +0000

I always felt the Peterson/Kekich thing was a bit overblown. Yeah, it was a bit wild for two married guys to trade wives, but the story always comes along with the attachment “but they also agreed to trade kids, houses and even their pets”!!!!!
Well, in most divorces, the kids go with the mom—and also in most divorces, the house goes to the mom, and yes, the pets go with the mom—-so why was it shocking that Peterson/Kekich would move into the others house where their families and pets would be???? That would be the logical thing.

By: celerinosanchezsombrero

celerinosanchezsombrero — Fri, 16 Apr 2010 21:25:12 +0000

A little-known aspect / period of Fritz Peterson’s career was his work as a color commentator for the old New York Raiders hockey team in the WHA in its inaugural season (I believe, 1972-73). He was a very skilled and knowledgeable analyst, working alongside none other than John “Thuuuuu Yankees Win” Sterling, back in the old WMCA days. I recently saw John Sterling in a northern New Jersey Duane Reade pharmacy, about two hours after a Yankee game, he had on an enormous Harry Potter-type blue and white striped scarf over his suit, and he apparently was unable to pick up his prescription because the pharmacy had closed and “the gal” (as he put it) who took his prescription, did not inform him. “Of course, they don’t TELL you that, ha ha ha ha”, he said, trying to mask his obvious displeasure with some strained light-heartedness. “I think that’s funny, that they don’t tell you when they close, and all….mmm- I just think that’s funny!” We left the Duane Reade and walked to our car, and a moment later we see Sterling also walking out towards his SUV, still saying loudly, to nobody but himself, “I think that’s funny… I think that’s FUNNY!!…”.

By: smek007

smek007 — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 18:16:19 +0000

I just found out that personalized copies of the newly released book “Mickey Mantle Is Going To Heaven” by Fritz Peterson can be found at http://www.Mintpros.com !! I just bought one for my brother, who is a hardcore Yankees fan.

By: Josh Wilker

Josh Wilker — Tue, 03 Apr 2007 22:42:11 +0000

1. 6 comments from old CG site:

pete said…
Post “swap” :
Kekich: 7-9
Peterson: 32-40

“”We may have to call off Family Day.” – Yankees GM Lee McPhail

Those were heady days, my friend, when no less a staid pillar of conformity than the New York Yankees got swept up in free-love shenanigans, when even politicians sported shoulder-legnth hair and sideburns, when Vida Blue briefly became an executive for a plumbing manufacturer…

We all have our own crosses of disillusionment to bear, and maybe the haze of time can soften but never eradcate the receding storm…

Kekich became an insurance adjuster. Peterson became an evangelist – albeit one still sharing a waterbed with the former Mrs. Kekich…

I’ll tell you what though; when I finally burn you that copy of ‘Notorious Byrd Brothers’ I’ll try to leave off David Crosby’s paean to the infinite possibilities of open relations and free love, “Triad,” and substitute a Chris Hillman instrumental…

2:17 PM

Josh Wilker said…
I did not know that Peterson was an evangelist. I wonder what his thoughts are on non-traditional marriages.

6:40 AM

Ellen said…
For god’s sake, where is that collection of Jamaican dub music now? I hope it didn’t vanish. I love that shit.

No open free love per se in Fairfield Co., Connecticut, land of Cheever and the sorrows of gin, but let’s just say The Ice Storm was a bit of a receding but familiar front for me.

This shit never ends; just takes different forms. haven’t we all seen that “mom swap” reality TV shit? or vacationed w/mom and dad and one of their very good friends – oh you can call them “uncle” or “aunt”? oy. the human heart.

Thank god they never add another person to a baseball team.

8:44 PM

Ian said…
Ahem. This one resonates full-throated and almost violently.

“Beyond the pleasure of the moment, there must have been a hope for some as yet uninvented republic of joy.”

Oy, seconded.

Numberless nights at the International Bar began their stretch run thusly: it’s 3:52am, I’ve got a headful of static from drinking cheap swill, and Peggy Lee starts teetering through “Is That All Their Is?” on the ol’ Wurlitzer. And through all those painful years, I was comforted each time; I’d feel a crooked, fallen smile take shape, “Yessir, that’s all what she wrote.” Various harpies would leave me be and I’d relax into appreciation of what was. McKenna gesticulating wildly, maybe. Or “That Guy.” Or just Rose behind the bar, humane and beautiful and flatly real. Who needs the transcendent greener grass, when opening to What Is is so rewarding? (Of course, I’d forget that five seconds later, or at least by the next morning, and shoulder the misery again.)

You saw Teen Wolf, felt whatever it was you felt ducking out of the day for a li’l matinee. You saw The Refrigerator score a touchdown. And wasn’t all that a marvel?

And: that’s King Tubby, thou infidel. Ellen, my half of the dub-geek collection is still very much with me, meticulously (i.e. ridiculously) cataloged. I still chant down babylon.

10:08 PM

pm said…
I can vouch with 99.8 % certainty that the “meticulously cataloged” (sic) collection in question is haphazardly stuffed into cardboard boxes in a basement in Asheville, NC, and will remain so indefinitely, give or take a decade.

10:21 AM

GB5HOF said…
I stumbled across your blog today. Brilliant. I’m baseball fan from the same the same era. Your sense of humor is priceless. Keep up the great work.

2:01 PM