Rufus T. Fireball Fingers and their finery

Every day is Christmas if their a Havanese

OR, WHEN I HEAR ‘CHIN MUSIC’, I ‘DUCK SOUP’

Been walking around all morning with 10 baseball cards in the pocket of either my Patagonia green vest or my Polo maroon cotton pants, what I call “finery”; “Finery” is a fancy English major word for good clothes. If you know me you likely think of me in jeans or shorts; today I have the Polo pants, a cashmere cable knit blue sweater from Nordstrom, and a black James Perse t-shirt that nobody can see. My wife Terry actually picked out all of the above items. I am dressed up for Christmas, her holiday. I looked in my Webster’s 11th to learn that “finery” meaning fancy clothes sometimes to show off, since about 1869. On the way there, I noticed the term “fireballer” which as of about 1945 means a baseball pitcher who throws that ball at a high velocity. I wonder which strikeout pitcher from the 1940s was the first person to be described in that term. (Not to be confused with “fireman” as a relief pitcher — putting out a fire – confusingly mixed metaphor, becasue the fireman is not putting out a fire started by the fireballer. I think “fireman” as relief pitcher came later. Of course, now with corporate creep and advertisement the relief itcher is sometimes on Tums if not speed).

So the ten cards are:

  1. Butler of the San Francisco (Seals) 1914 Zeenut Pacific Coast league;
  2. Rollie Fingers, Oakland A’s, pitcher, Topps 1973 (with mustache);
  3. “Reggie Jackson In Action”, Oakland A’s, 1972 Topps (holding a bat, clean shaven, I think)
  4. Jim Hunter, Oakland A’s, 1973 Topps, pitcher (holding a ball, holding a mitt, mustache);
  5. Jim Hunter, Oakland A’s, 1972 pitcher, Topps, (no mustache, hands over head, mitt — I guess I should add here that “Butler…SF” is wearing a cap, swinging a bat, righty);
  6. Reggie Jackson, A’s, (sic) Topps, 1972, holding a bat, batting helmet, mustache;
  7. Rollie Fingers, 1971 Topps, Athletics, sic, no mustache, glove, pitcher;
  8. Reggie Jackson, 1970 Topps “The Sporting News American League All Star”, OF, holding a bat, cap not helmet, no mustache — the cap has an “A” for Athletics or A’s;
  9. Reggie Jackson, 1974 Topps, Oakland A’s, Outfield (mustache and beard);
  10. Reggie Jackson, 1975 SSPC sic, mustache no beard, glasses;

So, neither Jim Hunter nor Rollie Fingers were strictly speaking a fireballer; I remember also there was a “Get a Hit off Ken Holtzman” contest, but he was more tricky stuff and a good curve; there was also Vida Blue and Johnny Blue Moon Odom – which maybe fits back with my sartorial theme, since they are colored.

But Butler of the Seals is the biggest anomaly and the most Plasty. One thing, Zeenut is a wildcard — rather obscure card brand — although so is SSPC. It’s hard to find Butler of the Seals on any of the internet sites. There was a Butler, John or Johnny on the Los Angeles Angeles of the old PCL that I am guessing is the same guy, and he bounced a bit from SF to LA in the bushes or beaches before moving up to the bigs. There is pretty good guess that John or Johnny Butler of the LA PCL later played for the Dodgers in Brooklyn of the National and Major Leagues about 10 years later, 100 games or more two staight season. My hard copy encyclopedia says he had a nickname: Rail or something, locomotive – maybe he was fast. As compared to the Iron Horse who was more durable than fast. Butler in the encyclopedia also died in CA years later, maybe overlapping with me on this planet, although I was likely in the midwest at the time. I think Butler played a season or partial season for the Cubs, but well before I was around. I was saying or thinking that that he died in California might be consistent with him being the Coast League busher in California. We might be talking about four different Butlers: SF, LA, John and Johnny. I’m skipping a few thoughts but: Con Dempsey, Dave Dempsey’s dad, and Nolan Dempsey’s granddad, led the Seals and the PCL in strikeouts and his only trading card is for the Phillies but he played his only season or part season for the Bucs.

Rufus T. Firefly is a Groucho Marx character and a red herring here. (As is my dog barreling up the sidewalk exactly sixty feet six inches. I used a plural in the headline in keeping with the times, the blurring of being a he, she or a they. And in dufferance to my poor pooch losing two balls, the worst type of “let’s play two” I would think. Although that does remind me of a Roberto Clemente joke by George Carlin: did he hurt his balls or just take ball two. (And I don’t think Carlin would have made that joke in the first place if he knew that the Pirates star would later die in a plane crash).

Can you Hear What I hear vs humm baby humm baby, come on you fireballing babe.

and1:

But there are some 2-way words, those double-meaning words. Remember the ones you giggled at in sixth grade? “…And the cock crowed three times.” “Hey, the cock crowed 3 times. Ha ha ha ha. Hey, it’s in the Bible. Ha ha ha ha.” There are some 2-way words, like it’s okay for Curt Gowdy to say “Roberto Clemente has 2 balls on him,” but he can’t say, “I think he hurt his balls on that play, Tony. Don’t you? He’s holding them. He must’ve hurt them, by God.” And the other 2-way word that goes with that one is prick. It’s okay if it happens to your finger. You can prick your finger but don’t finger your prick. No, no.

and2: when i worked for the worcester telegram in summer of 1985 there was a staff meeting and the editor, Ken something, was angry. He said there was a headline that had snuck through that was likely to get us all written up in the journalism journals. something about a trial of some alleged criminals or gansters, and one of them was named Colon, like, later, the baseball flamethrowing fireballing fireman Bartolo Colon and he was being ratted out by the first guy, who history has forgotten, and the headline, lets just be self-similar here and call him Jackson, the headline says JACKSON FINGERS COLON. As in points him out, identifies him, blames him, implicates him, indicts him. But the Ken editor guy could only picture some guy with his finger in his butt.

and3: Ok, he became the 47th guy to start 500 games, and won about 250 so he was no fireman. But he was also, among other things, Big Sexy, if you can believe wikipedia.

and4: “duck soup” means easy, but there’s a quote from Groucho about some horrible sounding recipe and then he says you can duck soup meaning get out of doing it, avoid it.

and5: there’s a baseball card of Butler of the Rochester minors, like a tobacco card, around 1910, I think its the same guy.

and6: I was thinking but forget to work the corners to nibble up to the fact that Negro Leagues are now considered Major leagues.

and7: from Adam McC beat writer for the Brewskies:

Fortified by a blockbuster trade at the 1980 Winter Meetings that landed Fingers, Simmons and Pete Vuckovich from the Cardinals, the ‘81 Brewers were off to a 31-25 start when the players went on strike over a disagreement with owners about the rules of free agency. Baseball shut down on June 12 and didn’t resume until Aug. 10, and it was decided that the first- and second-half champions would meet for the first Division Series in Major League Baseball history. The Brewers made their first postseason appearance by winning the second half — and the right to face the Yankees in baseball’s first DS — in no small part because of Fingers. Of the team’s 31 victories in the second half, Fingers pitched in 24 of them with 16 saves and five victories. He finished with a 1.04 ERA and Major League-leading 28 saves in 78 innings on the way to becoming the first relief pitcher in history to win his league’s Cy Young Award and MVP Award in the same year.

and8:

from “A Night at the Opera, the Marx Brothers disrupting a symphony to play baseball, which also reminds me that Terry and I used my parents second row seats — behind Reed Dennis the trustee, to see a matinee that was simulcast to free fans at the Giants baseball park and I and this confederate behind me got the audience to sing “take me out to the ballgame” or maybe “star spangled banner” while they announced that we were pausing for something at the ball park satellite event:

And 8: my former Gunn basketball teammate (although his twin brother was also a teammate at Terman junior high in flag football) Judge Muff Bonini — Griffin — was in the sports collectors club and knowledgeable about the game and reminded me somewhat recently that one of his favorite player’s nicknames was Carl Hubbell “The Meal Ticket” but he had a screwball more than was a fireballer.

And 9: two books, one by Tyler Kepner of the Times about baseball in the 10 or 8 different pitches; the other by Tim Wendel  called “High Heat” and we also lost Dalko this year to Covid-19, but he was lost himself for many years previously.

extra innings:

Bob Feller firing the ball versus a motorcycle going 90:

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Six days later, I am way cooler than Superchunk

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Kudos to Ann Killion of the Chron for her support of gay sporting life on The Farm

Tagged: Justin Lui, Davis Mills, Gary Floyd

From: mark weiss <earwopa@yahoo.com>To: “akillion@sfchronicle.com” <akillion@sfchronicle.com>Sent: Wednesday, December 23, 2020, 11:17:18 AM PSTSubject: Well hung
Gay Chinese Canadian volleyball players at Stanford? I wonder if the creepy 63 yo Chinese math professor who liked to shower with wrestlers knew about this? Hung Le. I wonder if Volleyball was even a sport when Muybridge shot photos of naked wrestlers and baseball bat swingers? Maybe Jeffrey Toobin can write the book version of your story. I’m not anti-Asian or a homophobe or strictly speaking anti-CA or anti-VB — and yes a university with a $30b endowment that cuts non revenue sports is being officious— I’m a Dartmouth guy and when we cut swimming men’s and women’s we got accused of anti-Asian bias — my class of Dartmouth 1,050 had 20 Asians and only five out of closet gays and lesbians— but i think you should save your story until Stanford has an out of closet quarterback. I met Davis Mills and his tight end on Uni Ave the other day — after the Colorado game — and I mistook them for linemen — I wonder if they’ve read “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof”? Whatever The Farm is or isn’t for Justin Lui in 2020, 2021, at least he doesnt have to stick his dick thru a glory hole or “TAP FOOT FOR BLOW JOB” under Baker Tower like we did at Dartmouth in the Reagan area. Mark Weiss In Palo Alto I actually wrote about this for The Dartmouth and got a book award jimmy Carter “Faith” but blackballed by AXA
Actually i got an A-cite from Jim Shapiro for noticing two different descriptions of Edward the Second in successive editions of Holinshed.  https://markweiss86.com/2020/01/21/my-dartmouth-class-had-only-12-asians/
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photo from PAW website
Muybridge was a friend of Leland Stanford, there is a monument to this on Campus Drive, but he was kinda freaky, right?
When I met Davis Mills on Uni Ave after the Colorado game I had no idea who he was, I asked if they were linemen, and I noticed that he and his tight end both had rather long hair

My teaser line linking Gary Floyd to Justin Lui and Davis Mills is a bit of a red or cardinal herring in that he is a musician and a Gen X or Baby Boomer and they are post-millenial and athletes and actual Stanford students (what I call affiliates, a broader term that includes staff and others); Gary and his band The Dicks played a party produced by Steve Cohen at Alpha Delt house in 1986. Alpha Delt house is or was somewhat near the Chanel Miller monument, a fountain and two benches, in stone. Steve and his twin brother Eric and I walked the area a few weeks ago, on way to the Dish. Gary was a punk from the old school, and from Texas; Mills is from Georgia, Greater Christian Academy where he was super-oggled even as a prep.

Don’t athletes get enough attention without doing glamor photo spreads? This is a great place to state that in 1984 while an intern at the Times Tribune I dated Carol Hegna a recent Stanford grad who told me she was set up with John Elway when he was a freshman, at a KKG Kappa Kappa Gamma “Screw Your Sister” event

and 1 or ann won:

wait a minute: granted, my tribute to Ann Killion, 2004 California Sportswriter of the Year — I think for the Merc — is hackneyed and twisted and oh so Plastic Alto’d — but her own paper went from “He came out to his team before Stanford cut his sport. Now he mourns a lost family” in the online version to the less ballsy “Finding Himself even as Stanford Cuts his Sport”. Good news, you’re on page 1. Bad news: we’ve subverted your entire thesis. And meanwhile Terry my wife, the artist Terry Acebo Davis was in the other room napping in front of PBS while I was not listening to “Tales of The City” some pretty racy stuff. Documentary on the gay lifestyle piece that was fiction in a daily paper speaking of genre bending.

last word:

So, on an email chain that his teammates used to keep connected during the pandemic, he typed a brief message. His statement is one that remains rare in the world of men’s team sports.

He told his Cardinal teammates, “I’m gay.”

And then he put his phone down and went out for a long walk.

edit to add: Ann K of the Chron wrote back that I was a homophobe. I noted last night that even Andy Cohen had a Jeffrey Toobin joke, in his “I Never…” segment with Cameron Diaz. What was that joke about a journalist asking a coach if it was ok that players held hands in the huddle and his response was that it was ok with him as long as their were more than two of them doing so. 

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Lou Grant endorses Greg Tanaka for Congress

A local newspaper — the worser of the two, which is like saying shingles is worse than asymptomatic herpes, at least in the short term — says that Greg Tanaka is running for Congress, to unseat or succeed Anna Eshoo.
On the internet I found an article in the Los Angeles Tribune about the business career of his campaign manager. Wikipedia says that the Los Angeles Tribune does not exist, but was the name of Lou Grant’s newspaper in the popular tv show about journalism, from years ago.
So it’s not totally fake news therefore to claim that Lou Grant endorses Greg Tanaka for Congress, as per my headline, here in Plastic Alto.
I hoped for a minute it meant that Greg Tanaka was moving back to Northridge.

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I wish God had let Kara Maria design novel coronavira

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After 28 years of being their fan, I realize I’ll never be as cool as Superchunk

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Out of the blue

Why does my cell phone suggest this Seattle photo of the needle from several years ago just after I was discussing the color blue with someone via text messaging?

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The royal Nonesuch

I bought a Sam Gendel cd on bandcamp both download and on vinyl, because he was in a year-end LA Times story.
It looks like he got signed to Nonesuch — a supreme imprimateur — through a chance association and later touring duties with Joachim Cooder and Ry Cooder. His rubbery (their word) version of Mingus et al adds to the story.

My take, for your perusal — see also Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

There are 225 artists listed on the Nonesuch website which includes catalog and front list current projects.

I wasn’t aware of ever booking a current Nonesuch act but there are five listed that I work with: bill Frisell, jimmie dale gilmore, jeff parker as a sideman in 3 different gropes, wayne horvitz, robin Holcomb though just in one of waynes project and only as a spec consultant; oliver lake solo (member of wsq);  nicholas payton only that he guested on a john ellis record i successfully shopped to a different label; mark morris or bad plus only that i booked an ethan iverson solo show — literally stealing him out of a mmdc bubble for a couple hours for a matinee. Don byron only that I interviewed him phoner for KZSU jewish music show within a show; natalie merchant only that allison miller was in her band; i met christian mcbride at iaje and daftly asked him something about stagger lee, plus took Aaron luis levinsons course at Philadelphia school of the arts extension — wait im confusing him with andy blackman ropeadope experiment; im discussing a site specific event concept with a composer i met at sea ranch a Kronos benefit; i managed a brian eno tribute or repertory band that won best cover band in the sf weekly; i announced a free blind boys show but they had to cancel (replaced by such acts as Henry Butler Basin street and femi kuti beng beng beng)

 

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Three short films about fm

1.
Leslie Marie Cook of Los Angeles and Brooklyn, December, 2020, original song “Women On The Wall” making of video in her home studio;



2.
Monica Walker, of Palo Alto, busking or singing for fun in the new parking garage near California Avenue, the “Phil Carter” version of “Amazing Grace” — I’m a songcatcher more than producer. I have two versions, one approaching her before she knew she had an audience, and this one, an example of the “observer effect”.

3.

Camila Meza at Stanford in a trio at Bing studio (under ground, so to speak, or literally) — she is from Chile and New York and more to the point is part of a Dave Douglas Overcome project that I sponsored (part of Lions with Wings, my Bandcamp platform, subbing for being a concert promoter, although in this case its on Greenleaf Music’s platform and not Lions with Wings)

“fm” in my headline stands for “female” + “music” — no static at all

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Sam Gendel 1964 Impala VS Mateo Romero, 1969 SS

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