Yeah, couldnât see that coming LOL. I imagine theyâll be looking at Beltran next.
They seem to be saying that he was a player not a coach, and they're drawing a line there. Meanwhile, someone in Vegas says "can I have a one-year suspension?"
Not everyone. Some of us say "At least it's not the Cardinals" and I think there are a couple of people here who would say "At least it's not the Yankees". Now that I think about it though probably just about everyone says "At least it's not the Yankees"
True enough. It's always disappointing to see a good guy in pinstripes.
So when a fan favorite, star player gets traded, does everyone say "At least it's not the Dodgers"? Or just NL West teams?
Not everyone. Some of us say "At least it's not the Cardinals" and I think there are a couple of people here who would say "At least it's not the Yankees". Now that I think about it though probably just about everyone says "At least it's not the Yankees"
There used to be a small-town bar south of us 30 miles into Mormon territory; the old guy behind the bar had been a buddy of Musial's at some point, and had a baseball on the shelf, grimy from 50 years of bar and grill smoke-funk, signed to him from Stan. I checked with a collector in the mall about it and he said 'nearly worthless' in that condition but we all figured he was hoping to get it for cheap. Anyway he said not to try to clean it, just put it in a case with all the grime still intact; that that's a preservative, basically. So I bought the guy a little case for it and he said "when I sell this place" meaning "when I die," I could have it. Of course his kids had other ideas and I didn't fuss about it, but anyway that's my Stan Musial story.
That would be cool if you get it.
That was about 25 years ago so I think that ship has sailed. I just think of random shit sometimes and have to type it out. I'll bet I've told this one before tho.
There used to be a small-town bar south of us 30 miles into Mormon territory; the old guy behind the bar had been a buddy of Musial's at some point, and had a baseball on the shelf, grimy from 50 years of bar and grill smoke-funk, signed to him from Stan. I checked with a collector in the mall about it and he said 'nearly worthless' in that condition but we all figured he was hoping to get it for cheap. Anyway he said not to try to clean it, just put it in a case with all the grime still intact; that that's a preservative, basically. So I bought the guy a little case for it and he said "when I sell this place" meaning "when I die," I could have it. Of course his kids had other ideas and I didn't fuss about it, but anyway that's my Stan Musial story.
There used to be a small-town bar south of us 30 miles into Mormon territory; the old guy behind the bar had been a buddy of Musial's at some point, and had a baseball on the shelf, grimy from 50 years of bar and grill smoke-funk, signed to him from Stan. I checked with a collector in the mall about it and he said 'nearly worthless' in that condition but we all figured he was hoping to get it for cheap. Anyway he said not to try to clean it, just put it in a case with all the grime still intact; that that's a preservative, basically. So I bought the guy a little case for it and he said "when I sell this place" meaning "when I die," I could have it. Of course his kids had other ideas and I didn't fuss about it, but anyway that's my Stan Musial story.
