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The travel day gives me an opportunity to post another fake tale of real Giants. This one dates back to 1910, the year the Cubs ran away with pennant.

In those days growing up around the Giants I had a variety of odd jobs. It must have been the 1910 season when I became the chaw boy. This was a big step up from being the shoe boy and toilet boy the two years earlier. It meant an extra nickel a week but more importantly, I got to spend a lot more time with the ballplayers. As you might expect, as chaw boy it was my job to set up the chew tobacco for the ballplayers. Just for the home games mind you, I didn't travel with the team until later. Most of the boys chewed loose leaf right out of the pouch but some of the men were downright superstitious about what they put into their mouths. And the most particular of all was old Wee Willie Keeler. McGraw brought him in from the Highlanders that year. Keeler liked a chew that wasn't like any other ballplayer I'd been around before or since: two handfuls of Redskin which was nearly three of my handfuls because Keeler had big hands for a man of his size, a stick of Beeman's gum and a spoonful of benzene. The benzene was for flavor he said. I was just a lad so I didn't ask any questions. I just hopped the trolley bus down to the apothecary on 86th Street and brought Willie the benzene. I got a nice tip for my troubles. It's funny, I can't hardly remember where I put my glasses when I get out of the tub these days but I can still remember like yesterday the exact blend of tobacco that Keeler chewed. And all told, he wasn't with the club for very long as you'll see when I get around to my story.

For a good long while, I didn’t have a glove of my own. Then I talked my pa into buying me a glove at a time when the family really couldn’t afford one. I was his favorite, if I must say so myself, because I was the oldest. Still am, the oldest I mean. I don't know about if I'm his favorite, God rest his soul. Those gloves was what we called Caledonias those days, a three-fingered glove with shoelaces made of cloth, not leather like the fancy ones are these days. Boy, did I love that glove! When I could, I took a couple of baseballs and wrapped them into the pocket of the glove. I tied the whole thing up into a neat package and greased it and so forth. If I didn't have a baseball, I used a rock or and end of bread or anything else round I could find. I carried that glove with me everywhere until three boyos took it from me down near the Five Points. So I was a chaw boy without a mitt if you can believe that.

Well, you all know Keeler had been with McGraw in Baltimore so I suppose the skipper was loyal to him. He was funny like that, tough as a saddle but he could be sentimental when you got him talking about the old days, especially if he'd had a few to drink. But the Keeler that showed up at the Polo Grounds that spring was nothing like the Wee Willie of yore. The scribes always used to say Willie could hit 'em where they ain't but by then, Wee Willie was lucky to hit 'em where they was. He could still bunt and chop the ball of course because nobody could ever bunt like Keeler but he couldn't run fast enough on those stubby legs to beat the throw to first. Now Keeler was a proud man and McGraw knew it so he waited until Willie got a hit and a walk against the Superbas one Saturday afternoon so he could let Willie go out on top, or as much on top as a short little washed up ballplayer is capable of being. When Keeler left the ballpark, he gave me his glove. He says to me "I won't be needing this son", because he hadn't been with the club long enough to know my name. I kept Keeler's glove until I joined the service when I gave it to my brother Wilbur. He died of the influenza a few years later so I never know what became of Wee Willie Keeler's glove.

 
Eephus said:
The travel day gives me an opportunity to post another fake tale of real Giants. This one dates back to 1910, the year the Cubs ran away with pennant.In those days growing up around the Giants I had a variety of odd jobs. It must have been the 1910 season when I became the chaw boy. This was a big step up from being the shoe boy and toilet boy the two years earlier. It meant an extra nickel a week but more importantly, I got to spend a lot more time with the ballplayers. As you might expect, as chaw boy it was my job to set up the chew tobacco for the ballplayers. Just for the home games mind you, I didn't travel with the team until later. Most of the boys chewed loose leaf right out of the pouch but some of the men were downright superstitious about what they put into their mouths. And the most particular of all was old Wee Willie Keeler. McGraw brought him in from the Highlanders that year. Keeler liked a chew that wasn't like any other ballplayer I'd been around before or since: two handfuls of Redskin which was nearly three of my handfuls because Keeler had big hands for a man of his size, a stick of Beeman's gum and a spoonful of benzene. The benzene was for flavor he said. I was just a lad so I didn't ask any questions. I just hopped the trolley bus down to the apothecary on 86th Street and brought Willie the benzene. I got a nice tip for my troubles. It's funny, I can't hardly remember where I put my glasses when I get out of the tub these days but I can still remember like yesterday the exact blend of tobacco that Keeler chewed. And all told, he wasn't with the club for very long as you'll see when I get around to my story.For a good long while, I didn’t have a glove of my own. Then I talked my pa into buying me a glove at a time when the family really couldn’t afford one. I was his favorite, if I must say so myself, because I was the oldest. Still am, the oldest I mean. I don't know about if I'm his favorite, God rest his soul. Those gloves was what we called Caledonias those days, a three-fingered glove with shoelaces made of cloth, not leather like the fancy ones are these days. Boy, did I love that glove! When I could, I took a couple of baseballs and wrapped them into the pocket of the glove. I tied the whole thing up into a neat package and greased it and so forth. If I didn't have a baseball, I used a rock or and end of bread or anything else round I could find. I carried that glove with me everywhere until three boyos took it from me down near the Five Points. So I was a chaw boy without a mitt if you can believe that.Well, you all know Keeler had been with McGraw in Baltimore so I suppose the skipper was loyal to him. He was funny like that, tough as a saddle but he could be sentimental when you got him talking about the old days, especially if he'd had a few to drink. But the Keeler that showed up at the Polo Grounds that spring was nothing like the Wee Willie of yore. The scribes always used to say Willie could hit 'em where they ain't but by then, Wee Willie was lucky to hit 'em where they was. He could still bunt and chop the ball of course because nobody could ever bunt like Keeler but he couldn't run fast enough on those stubby legs to beat the throw to first. Now Keeler was a proud man and McGraw knew it so he waited until Willie got a hit and a walk against the Superbas one Saturday afternoon so he could let Willie go out on top, or as much on top as a short little washed up ballplayer is capable of being. When Keeler left the ballpark, he gave me his glove. He says to me "I won't be needing this son", because he hadn't been with the club long enough to know my name. I kept Keeler's glove until I joined the service when I gave it to my brother Wilbur. He died of the influenza a few years later so I never know what became of Wee Willie Keeler's glove.
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:boxing: :excited: :bowtie: GOLD!
 
Eephus said:
The travel day gives me an opportunity to post another fake tale of real Giants. This one dates back to 1910, the year the Cubs ran away with pennant.In those days growing up around the Giants I had a variety of odd jobs. It must have been the 1910 season when I became the chaw boy. This was a big step up from being the shoe boy and toilet boy the two years earlier. It meant an extra nickel a week but more importantly, I got to spend a lot more time with the ballplayers. As you might expect, as chaw boy it was my job to set up the chew tobacco for the ballplayers. Just for the home games mind you, I didn't travel with the team until later. Most of the boys chewed loose leaf right out of the pouch but some of the men were downright superstitious about what they put into their mouths. And the most particular of all was old Wee Willie Keeler. McGraw brought him in from the Highlanders that year. Keeler liked a chew that wasn't like any other ballplayer I'd been around before or since: two handfuls of Redskin which was nearly three of my handfuls because Keeler had big hands for a man of his size, a stick of Beeman's gum and a spoonful of benzene. The benzene was for flavor he said. I was just a lad so I didn't ask any questions. I just hopped the trolley bus down to the apothecary on 86th Street and brought Willie the benzene. I got a nice tip for my troubles. It's funny, I can't hardly remember where I put my glasses when I get out of the tub these days but I can still remember like yesterday the exact blend of tobacco that Keeler chewed. And all told, he wasn't with the club for very long as you'll see when I get around to my story.For a good long while, I didn’t have a glove of my own. Then I talked my pa into buying me a glove at a time when the family really couldn’t afford one. I was his favorite, if I must say so myself, because I was the oldest. Still am, the oldest I mean. I don't know about if I'm his favorite, God rest his soul. Those gloves was what we called Caledonias those days, a three-fingered glove with shoelaces made of cloth, not leather like the fancy ones are these days. Boy, did I love that glove! When I could, I took a couple of baseballs and wrapped them into the pocket of the glove. I tied the whole thing up into a neat package and greased it and so forth. If I didn't have a baseball, I used a rock or and end of bread or anything else round I could find. I carried that glove with me everywhere until three boyos took it from me down near the Five Points. So I was a chaw boy without a mitt if you can believe that.Well, you all know Keeler had been with McGraw in Baltimore so I suppose the skipper was loyal to him. He was funny like that, tough as a saddle but he could be sentimental when you got him talking about the old days, especially if he'd had a few to drink. But the Keeler that showed up at the Polo Grounds that spring was nothing like the Wee Willie of yore. The scribes always used to say Willie could hit 'em where they ain't but by then, Wee Willie was lucky to hit 'em where they was. He could still bunt and chop the ball of course because nobody could ever bunt like Keeler but he couldn't run fast enough on those stubby legs to beat the throw to first. Now Keeler was a proud man and McGraw knew it so he waited until Willie got a hit and a walk against the Superbas one Saturday afternoon so he could let Willie go out on top, or as much on top as a short little washed up ballplayer is capable of being. When Keeler left the ballpark, he gave me his glove. He says to me "I won't be needing this son", because he hadn't been with the club long enough to know my name. I kept Keeler's glove until I joined the service when I gave it to my brother Wilbur. He died of the influenza a few years later so I never know what became of Wee Willie Keeler's glove.
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:thumbdown: T&P on Wilbur.
 
If this goes to 7, Phils will take it.. too much talent..

Oswalt needs to pitch the game of his life tonight, however..

 
Eephus said:
The travel day gives me an opportunity to post another fake tale of real Giants. This one dates back to 1910, the year the Cubs ran away with pennant.In those days growing up around the Giants I had a variety of odd jobs. It must have been the 1910 season when I became the chaw boy. This was a big step up from being the shoe boy and toilet boy the two years earlier. It meant an extra nickel a week but more importantly, I got to spend a lot more time with the ballplayers. As you might expect, as chaw boy it was my job to set up the chew tobacco for the ballplayers. Just for the home games mind you, I didn't travel with the team until later. Most of the boys chewed loose leaf right out of the pouch but some of the men were downright superstitious about what they put into their mouths. And the most particular of all was old Wee Willie Keeler. McGraw brought him in from the Highlanders that year. Keeler liked a chew that wasn't like any other ballplayer I'd been around before or since: two handfuls of Redskin which was nearly three of my handfuls because Keeler had big hands for a man of his size, a stick of Beeman's gum and a spoonful of benzene. The benzene was for flavor he said. I was just a lad so I didn't ask any questions. I just hopped the trolley bus down to the apothecary on 86th Street and brought Willie the benzene. I got a nice tip for my troubles. It's funny, I can't hardly remember where I put my glasses when I get out of the tub these days but I can still remember like yesterday the exact blend of tobacco that Keeler chewed. And all told, he wasn't with the club for very long as you'll see when I get around to my story.For a good long while, I didn’t have a glove of my own. Then I talked my pa into buying me a glove at a time when the family really couldn’t afford one. I was his favorite, if I must say so myself, because I was the oldest. Still am, the oldest I mean. I don't know about if I'm his favorite, God rest his soul. Those gloves was what we called Caledonias those days, a three-fingered glove with shoelaces made of cloth, not leather like the fancy ones are these days. Boy, did I love that glove! When I could, I took a couple of baseballs and wrapped them into the pocket of the glove. I tied the whole thing up into a neat package and greased it and so forth. If I didn't have a baseball, I used a rock or and end of bread or anything else round I could find. I carried that glove with me everywhere until three boyos took it from me down near the Five Points. So I was a chaw boy without a mitt if you can believe that.Well, you all know Keeler had been with McGraw in Baltimore so I suppose the skipper was loyal to him. He was funny like that, tough as a saddle but he could be sentimental when you got him talking about the old days, especially if he'd had a few to drink. But the Keeler that showed up at the Polo Grounds that spring was nothing like the Wee Willie of yore. The scribes always used to say Willie could hit 'em where they ain't but by then, Wee Willie was lucky to hit 'em where they was. He could still bunt and chop the ball of course because nobody could ever bunt like Keeler but he couldn't run fast enough on those stubby legs to beat the throw to first. Now Keeler was a proud man and McGraw knew it so he waited until Willie got a hit and a walk against the Superbas one Saturday afternoon so he could let Willie go out on top, or as much on top as a short little washed up ballplayer is capable of being. When Keeler left the ballpark, he gave me his glove. He says to me "I won't be needing this son", because he hadn't been with the club long enough to know my name. I kept Keeler's glove until I joined the service when I gave it to my brother Wilbur. He died of the influenza a few years later so I never know what became of Wee Willie Keeler's glove.
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You have a talent, sir.
 
Premier said:
What happened to Sanchez?
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He started unraveling, lost control of a couple pitches, hit Utley square in the back. Ball bounced up then hit the ground and bounced again, Utley grabbed it on his way to first and tossed it toward Sanchez. Sanchez flipped out and started crying, benches cleared. Was enough time for Affeldt to get warmed up and save the inning. If Chase just leaves the ball there instead of being cute, imploding Sanchez has to face at least one more guy.
 
The FOX censor is asleep at the switch. Utley said "What is this BS" during the dust-up and FOX replayed it. Then Renteria said "S***" when he tried to fake getting hit by the pitch and FOX again replayed it

 
I wonder how impossible world series tickets will be to get. Head to Nawlins on the third but would love to go if they can pull this off.

 
I'm really trying not to sound bitter or homery here but the Giants remind me of the Phils in 2008.

Getting the small breaks here and there while the other team does not capitalize on their mistakes. I feel the Phils having given away too many opportunities.

Not trying to take away anything from the Giants at all just feel like this series was there for the Phils to win :hot:

That's 2 line shot DP, ugh

 
Howard will chase a high fastball for the K.

He's awful that way

 
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Soooooo...does Fox have some kind of agreement with MLB that they won't show the replays of controversial pitches? They showed the chart for every single pitch on the last at-bat EXCEPT for the final pitch.

Were they afraid to show that pitch because it was LOW???

 
I can't believe a team just won the NLCS with a left-side of the infield featuring Juan Uribe and Edgar Renteria. Unreal.

 
can't believe we lose on an opposite field home run by juan ####### uribe after the giants lose their starter in the 3rd inning.

good luck Gigantes. Great series.

 
So the Hated Ones are in the Series. That very much displeases me. I've never been a Texas Ranger fan, but I'll be one for the next couple of weeks.

 
Joe Summer said:
Soooooo...does Fox have some kind of agreement with MLB that they won't show the replays of controversial pitches? They showed the chart for every single pitch on the last at-bat EXCEPT for the final pitch.Were they afraid to show that pitch because it was LOW???
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they did show it.
 
Joe Summer said:
Soooooo...does Fox have some kind of agreement with MLB that they won't show the replays of controversial pitches? They showed the chart for every single pitch on the last at-bat EXCEPT for the final pitch.Were they afraid to show that pitch because it was LOW???
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CONSPIRACY!!!They were showing the celebration, they're not going to break from that to show the pitch.
 
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