Comments on: Turn Back the Clock

By: spudrph

spudrph — Tue, 29 Apr 2008 03:55:20 +0000

24. Holy shit, dude.

I write these very words from the ‘Boro.

I knew I liked you.

I’m not a native, though. The wife grew up here.

By: Jacob L

Jacob L — Mon, 28 Apr 2008 17:24:43 +0000

23. 11 I could hear you. I too bought tickets down the right field line and migrated over to about section 20. I thought you pretty funny.

By: Jeb

Jeb — Sun, 27 Apr 2008 20:10:13 +0000

22. 20 thanks Josh. I have sent a link to the three friends who were involved in that incident, in hopes that one or more of them will register and tell the story a little better than I did.

By: Matt B

Matt B — Sun, 27 Apr 2008 19:20:12 +0000

21. 20 Josh, you really can't go wrong with May '77. Actually, you can start in Late April with that Palladium run and just go hog wild. Some truly amazing stuff.

By: Josh Wilker

Josh Wilker — Sun, 27 Apr 2008 15:59:23 +0000

20. I'm really loving these fans gone wild stories. All are cause for great amusement, but the idea of fans getting "thrown into a game" is the second time (after "Hey 14. You suck.") I've busted out laughing during this discussion. 18 : Thanks for that tip about Buffalo. I started listening to it, and it's pretty dang good.

By: Jeb

Jeb — Sun, 27 Apr 2008 15:37:52 +0000

19. Josh, a Friend of mine and I tried to get thrown out of a AAA Richmond Braves game in 1989 or 1990. We were heckling Pam Postema (the only female umpire). MLB Pitcher Bob Knepper was a big anti-female umpire Actually, we were pretty nice about it just yelling such brilliant things as:

“Hey Pam, we’re Bob Knepper’s relatives”;

“Hey Pam, Bob Knepper said that last pitch was outside”; or my favorite

“Hey Pam, Bob Knepper says you can join the John Birch Society, but you can’t umpire their softball games against the Klan.”

Anyway, she just ignored us like the pro she was and we watched the whole game.

Another story — I have some friends who went to a Pirates game. They drove up from Virginia and were drinking the entire way. When they got to the ballpark, they kept on drinking in the parking lot. Eventually the game started and they were drunk. The parking lot attendant “threw them into the game” because he said they couldn’t stay in the parking lot drinking all night.

By: Matt B

Matt B — Sun, 27 Apr 2008 04:01:00 +0000

18. I had that card, and I think I recall thinking even then that 5 years was a weak amount of time to “Turn Back The Clock.” If memory serves, others went further back to previous decades.

And I love that Barton Hall 5/8/77 show, but I may prefer the next night in Buffalo. The Help>Slip>franklin’s, Music Never Stopped and especially the Comes A Time are truly goosebump inducing.

By: a red sox fan from pinstripe territory

a red sox fan from pinstripe territory — Sat, 26 Apr 2008 19:33:23 +0000

17. My only “run-in”: Late ’80s, Reading Phillies at New Britain Red Sox. My friend and I are a very immature 13 years old. We go down to the Phils’ bullpen and start saying “Reading Phillies” over and over again, purposely pronouncing it with a long E. We knew “reading,” as in books, and we knew “Redding,” as in the Connecticut town on the other side of Great Pond from ours. But “Reading” pronounced “Redding” was not flying with us. So we mocked their city’s name, “Reeding Phillies! Reeeeeding Phillies!”

Finally one of the pitchers tells us to calm down. He says that the guy warming up has a “red hot flaming one” and “doesn’t want to be bothered.” I didn’t know what he meant then, and I still don’t. For some reason I thought he was talking about his penis, though it could have been his headache…or his fastball. Then the guy comes right up to me and asks us where we’re from. At this point, scared kid that I was, I forgot all about the heckling I’d just done, suddenly confronted with a large baseball player in uniform. I’m thinking he’s making conversation. And when I tell him my town’s name, and he purposely mispronounces it back at me, I obliviously re-pronounce it to him. “No, no, sir, it’s…”

Great post as always, Josh.

By: Eric Enders

Eric Enders — Sat, 26 Apr 2008 00:46:03 +0000

16. The only time I ever came close to getting ejected was at a minor league game when I started heckling the mascot. I think it was a cat, although I'm not sure. I do know it was this nuclear green color. Anyway, it was prancing on top of the dugout during an inning and blocking my view, and I wanted to watch the game. So I asked nicely at first, and when that didn't work I started heckling it. Then it started heckling me back, and the ushers had to come down to sort it all out.

By: Josh Wilker

Josh Wilker — Fri, 25 Apr 2008 23:32:11 +0000

15. 14 : Damn, that's funny.