
I previously wrote a brief story concerning professional baseball's ban on amphetamines, or "greenies" as they are commonly called, and the resulting effects of their absence in todays' game ... as Los Angeles Angels manager Mike Scioscia has said, "There have always been things that players have used." ... along with the aforementioned use of energy drinks and stout coffees, which are among the less dangerous or creative alternatives presently available, albeit comparatively ineffective ... while doing a bit of research for "The Dirty Edge", I stumbled across yet another option that some players are now using to replace amphetamines ... "therapeutic use exemptions" ... which enables a player to skirt around MLB's ban on amphetamine use so as to obtain and use drugs such as Ritalin and Adderall under the guise of t
reatment for Attention-Deficit Disorder or ADD ... baseball has now been diagnosed with a new "epidemic" ... whether legitimate or not is the burning question ...By the time a baseball player reaches the big leagues, he would have been required to exhibit a higher than average level of concentration and alertness during that extremely competitive process ... however, last year (2007) 103 players -- nearly 4 times as many as in 2006 -- sought "therapeutic use exemptions" in order to licitly take controlled substances such as Ritalin and Adderall ... such an abrupt rise in those numbers could be legitimately described as "epidemic" ... taking into account the fact that ADD is not a contagious malady, a more credible explanation could be that many professional ball players are feigning a medical disorder which could subsequently allow them to legally take stimulants such as Ritalin or Adderall within the rules of MLB, thus getting around the ban on amphetamines ...
At a congressional hearing centering on baseball's attempts to drudge it's way out of it's long-standing steroid scandal, Rep. John Tierney, D-Mass, submitted that the startling statistics related to professional baseball players who have recently been d
iagnosed with ADD suggest yet another drug problem has invaded America's pastime ... MLB Commissioner Bud Selig, along with players' union chief Don Fehr, on whose watch this fiasco occurred, insisted that they are taking full responsibility for the steroid problem and moving to implement recommendations outlined within former senator George Mitchell's stern report on the state of performance-enhancing substances in the game of baseball ... although neither Selig nor Fehr can hardly be taken seriously considering the fact that neither man seemed particularly shocked by the extremely high numbers ... however, if 103 players -- 7.6% of the league -- are suffering from Attention-Deficit Disorder, it's striking baseball at a rate nearly 75% higher than in the general population ...So far, no cases of abuse have been reported, but determining which cases might be bogus would require a thorough study of both the prescribing physicians and the thoroughness of their examination process ..
. Bud Selig says the league is investigating the ADD diagnoses to determine which ones are legitimate medical problems and which ones might be attempts to evade the amphetamine ban ... separating legitimate users from the abusers won't be an easy task ... estimates of ADD vary widely from a little as 4% among adults, to as much as 16% among adolescents and young adults ... a diagnostician must assess a variety of behaviors -- some of which might appear to be similar to ADD, but in reality are other conditions (the medical establishment often uses the term ADHD -- Attention-Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder -- interchangeably with ADD) ... a diagnosis of ADD requires not only the evaluation of an adult's behavior and mental state, but also a look into the individual's childhood and family background ... ADD is a genetic condition that makes it's appearance early in life ... the similarity of symptoms relating to other conditions such as bipolar disease, anxiety disorder, depression and developmental or learning differences can make ADD diagnoses very difficult and subjective ...Further complicating the issue is that playing sports can both strengthen and undermine a person's mental well-being ... intense physical activity fosters a level of focus and commitment that helps the athlete improve the functioning of the brain ... Dr. John J. Ratey, associate professor of psychiatry at Harvard Medical School and author of "Spark: The Revolutionary New Science of Exercise and the Brain" says athletic competition can be the best cure for ADD ... Ratey has treated numerous athletes who suddenly displayed the symptoms of ADD after being sidelined by injuries ... he prescribed medications during the down time, then weaned the athlete once he got back into action ... on the other hand, lifestyles of professional athletes which might include -- constant travel, bad food,
abuse of alcohol and drugs and irregular sleep patterns -- can scramble the brain thus undoing all the positive effects of strenuous physical activity ... improper drug use often serves to only mask the real problem ...I'm reminded of former Atlanta Braves first baseman Adam LaRoche ... who didn't seem to be trying hard ... who came across as inattentive, sluggish and a little too laid-back to be a professional athle
te ... who's relaxed approach ... along with a disorder that made it hard for him to concentrate ... came under scrutiny after an intensely embarrassing moment on the field during a Sunday game against the Washington Nationals in 2006 ... after scooping up a routine grounder that should have been the final out of the inning, LaRoche took his time getting to first base and was stunningly beaten to the bag by Washington's Nick Johnson, who had been hustling all the way ... this error allowed the Nationals to score 4 unearned runs on their way to an 8-1 victory over the Braves, and resulted in LaRoche being benched for the following game against the Florida Marlins the next night ... LaRoche eventually entered that game in the sixth inning as a pinch hitter, remained in the game to play first base, then wound up scoring the winning run in an 11-8 victory after leading off the seventh inning with a double, hustling all the way to second base ... in fairness to LaRoche, he was diagnosed with ADD while in high school, ha
d suffered with the condition throughout the minors, but had not been under any type of treatment (including medication) for the disorder since trying medication back in 2004 while playing winter ball in Puerto Rico ... LaRoche discontinued taking medication at that time because of the adverse effect that it had on how he felt ... LaRoche is now with the Pittsburgh Pirates organization ...More than two years after "greenies" were banned, professional baseball still can't seem to clean up it's act ... with the steroids scandal still rippling through baseball, MLB is under particular pressure not to allow a new drug controversy to develop ... management faces a dual challenge -- preventing the use of drugs that give an unfair advantage to some players by hopping up their bodies like race cars while not denying medication and other assistance to an athlete suffering from a legitimate medical disorder -- the experts say the best way to ultimately identify both legitimate me
dical conditions and illicit drug use is to devise top-to-bottom systems that track a player's progress on a number of dimensions ... to know a player is to know when he might be heading off course ... still, players and owners just don't get it ... fans want clean and fair competition untarnished by steroids, amphetamines, prescription-drug abuse and anything else that puts rule-abiding players at a disadvantage ... getting rid of amphetamines from the game of baseball might turn out to have been as easy as a leisurely stroll in the park compared to the difficult challenges currently facing MLB in making the distinction between legitimate versus illicit ADD diagnoses among players ... what about integrity and morality? ... obviously both are rare commodities in the grand old game ...--sja
"TheOldBarbershop" - created along the lines
of the old barbershops where folks would gather to visit with friends - share life experiences - tall tales - or maybe discuss politics, religion, sports, news, weather, current affairs or just about anything interesting or imaginable - "the free right to unbounded exercise of reason and freedom of opinion" - characters with character preferred ...
"TheSouthernJackAss' Stall!" ... constructed just for me ...
Unbelievable! ... this is my personal space, my stall ... this is the place where I can rant and rave about anything and everything ... I can hammer out, talk shop, thrash out or kick around any topic that sours my oats, even if I know absolutely nothing about it, all without disrupting others at TheOldBarbershop ...
Now don't be alarmed, I have no intentions of rude nor crude behavior, neither will profanity or bad manners be brandished ... however, I am an extremely opinionated jackass with an abundance of unassailable notions and beliefs which are emphatically set in stone, consequently, my aim is to impart various and sundry examples of those notions and beliefs, intermingled with a bit of humor and sarcasm along the way, all with the clear realization that some discourse may not be well received by the masses, nonetheless, I am no stranger to either dissonance or controversy ... so ignorance and stupidity will be addressed in a colorful and entertaining fashion on a regular basis - without bit, bridle or blinders! ...
The ultimate goal is to compel folks to pause and reflect on my expositions as it relates to their own life experiences, thus inducing intelligent, productive and positive dialogue ... so visit often ... never can tell when I'll get stirred and perturbed --sja
cy, just like that stuff you took Alex.

Well, for us baseball fans, winter is for daydreaming about what might have been and what might yet be ... early spring hails the annual rebirth of the Phoenix when the boys of summer head south or west for Spring Training ... followed by april showers and opening day.
The summer is filled with game after game ... our'n agin' their'n ... and may the better team win, unless they're better than us! Then comes the fall and the cream of the crop face off against each other in order to determine the World Champions, just as another winter set in!
And so it goes, the grand old game!
I saw neither "Babe", the "Georgia Peach",
nor the "The Big Train" play ... but, my money is on them as being the best ... they didn't know about "the cream" and "the clear" ... some boys are just better than others.
All but forgotten are the events leading to establishment of the Office of the Commissioner ... it all started with the National Agreement of 1903 that made peace between the National and American leagues and evolved from there ... we got our first "Commissioner" ... Kenesaw Mountain Landis, following the 1919 Black Sox Scandal and public perception that the sport was crooked ... a lot has changed, but the more things change ...
It's true that the Judge played judge and jury ... and perhaps "Shoeless Joe" told 'em it wasn't so ... but, the fate of the game was at stake ... as it may well be today.
We had the breaking of the BALCO investigation and scandal back in 2003, the "Senate Steroids in Baseball Hearings" in 2005 ... the Mitchell Report in December, 2007 ... then there's been the ongoing "Roger Clemens - Brian McNamee" drama, the indictment of Barry Bonds ... and all those unguided missiles 
a disease shared by many who frequent the Shop ... so keeping us informed on what's up with Atlanta's tomahawk tribe is sure to be a priority!
For Matt, Walter, and Abbie ... 














Me, back in my earlier days ... actually, it’s of old Abner himself, ... one I took while we were trying to decide what to call this new game we had done invented. Abner wanted to call it “Cricket” but I didn’t think it would be, since the British were already using that name ... and “Grasshopper” just sounded too Chinese; though the pasture was full of ‘em.
The truth is, we really didn’t have anything good upon which to base the ball game’s name ... which I told some fool reporter. He was new, didn’t take any notes, but I did give him that picture. By the time he got back and wrote the story, he had plum forgot everything I had told him ‘cept the part 'bout “base ball game’s name” ... well, that’s how the game got called baseball and why Abner got all the credit, as I had written his name on the back of that picture ... and why I became a journalist in self defense.
Baseball has certainly changed since we first thunk it up … from cow pastures to gigantic entertainment complexes ...
we don’t see anything like HOF Charley Radbourn’s magical 60 win season with 73 games started, 73 complete games, 441 strikeouts, 679 innings, and a 1.38 ERA ... Old Hoss liked to finish what he started!
Today it’s an international business with little leagues and big leagues ... with unions, agents and multimillionaire players. The game is ever changing ... why there’s even some talk of pitchers being excused from hitting and players taking drugs to help them perform better. Why the next thing we know, there’ll be interleague play, home run exhibitions, and night games at Wrigley!
I'm just a funnin' ... but them things could happen!
One thing that hasn’t and will likely never change … all baseball fans have their favorite stories, their memories ... their magic moments. When I think the game's magic moments, I always think of ...
I would climb the wall along Ponce de leon Ave, then shimmy up the bridge trust to watch the game. Sometimes sat on a boxcar, or one of the bulding. I was also one of those kids that hung around the front entrance during the game to catch foul balls that came over the roof of the stadium.
Like you, I thought the world of the “Atlanta Crackers” and had baseballs with autographs, especially the one with Ralph County Brown on it. I was in the Military for 20 years and moved a lot, sadly they become lost over the years. I was in Viet Nam when the Atlanta Braves came to Atlanta. I have always pulled for the Braves, for they represent my hometown.
Prompting me again ... Thanks Jere
You do bring back the memories! I used to walk those tracks from the lumberyard at the end of old Carmel Avenue to that same right field area beyond Sears ... did it hundreds of times, got down inside behind the right centerfield fences a couple of times, but not during the games ... Mama would have killed me, had she known.
I too chased foul balls from outside the front entrance and sometimes down the left field side during the game, at least until the late innings when they opened the gates.
Don’t be a stranger!!
Our resident preacher and Braves' fanatic Matthew, Dad to Walter ... back before he was Dad to Abigail ... wrote
Hey Bob. Great blog ... I have only been around since 1981, so these stories are new to me. As a Braves fan and a history buff, your recollections make for great reading.
My favorite moments were with Grandaddy (my dad’s dad) who introduced me to the Braves in the late ’80s in NE Ark, probably because the Cardinals weren’t on TV (St. Louis fans dominate our area). Anyway, from 1990 till his death in 1997, I spent almost every Friday night at their house, watching the Braves and anything else that was on TV. He worked on TVs, radios, etc. for years, and always had at least two TVs on (muted) and the Razorbacks on the radio. I’ll never forget those times.
Now my son (Walter, named after Grandaddy) is 15 months old, and I have already been teaching him to chop and sing. I’ll show him Sid’s slide, Tommy’s masterpiece in ‘95, and the great ones like Smoltzy, Mad Dog, and even some lesser known heroes like Fransisco Cabrera and Alejandro Pena. Who knows what memories he’ll post in years to come, of the Great Heap or Frenchy.
I warned you ... magical, each and every one!
They've shown you how ... now it's your turn ...
I recently learned of something that helps explain a fact of WW II that most people, including myself, have been unaware.
Why did President Roosevelt intern Japanese-Americans during the first months of WWII? Was it revenge for Pearl Harbor or just racism?
Actually, there was an incident (well known at the time) that now is omitted from most discussions of the internment of Japanese-Americans ... The Incident at Niihau.
Niihau is the smallest of the inhabited Hawaiian Islands, located southwest of Kauai and privately owned. It is also called the Forbidden Isle since there is limited access for tourists only through special tourist programs. For many years the island operated as a ranch with local inhabitants working for the Robinson family who bought the island in 1864.
Prior to the beginning of World War II and based on a recommendation by an army officer, the Robinson's deeply plowed the land and had placed rock piles strategically so as to prevent aircraft from being safely landed.
However, the Japanese believed Niihau to be uninhabited and had designated the island as an emergency landing area for any stricken aircraft in its preparations for the surprise attack on Pearl Harbor.
Since Niihau was so isolated, word of Pearl Harbor had not yet reached them.
Kaleohano took the pilot's side arm and official looking papers from him and invited him to breakfast. The pilot spoke almost no English so Kaleohano brought in Japanese-born Ishimatsu Shintani, one of the three adults of Japanese heritage living on the island.
Shintani spoke to the pilot in Japanese but didn't relay any useful information to Kaleohano. While not a US citizen himself, he did have children born in Hawaii who were, by virtue of their birth, US citizens.
Kaleohano then called in the Haradas, a husband and wife. Mr. Harada had been born in Hawaii and was, therefore, a US citizen. They spoke with the pilot and learned of the attack on Pearl Harbor. Nishikaichi demanded the return of his side arm and the papers taken from him. The Haradas chose not to inform Kaleohano of what they had just learned.
The goodhearted Hawaiians treated Nishikaichi to a luau. However, later that evening, upon hearing what had happened at Pearl Harbor on an old battery powered radio, they took the pilot into custody and questioned him again. Mr. Harada now accurately reported what the pilot had told him.
It's important to realize that at this time, no member of the Robinson family was living on the island. The current head family member, Aylmer Robinson, lived on Kauai ... coming over by boat every Monday to check on the islanders.
The next morning, the Hawaiians took the pilot by tractor to Kii Landing, near the northern tip of the island. This is where Mr. Robinson's boat would dock when he came over from Kauai. However, Mr. Robinson was prevented from leaving Kauai by new wartime restrictions. There was no way to directly contact the islanders.
While they waited, the pilot began to work on Mr. Harada's loyalties, using Japan's easy victory at Pearl Harbor to convince him that they were bound to win the war.
By December 11, 1941, Mr. Harada had decided to take action to help Nishikaichi. He stole some weapons stored on the island and managed to lure the Hawaiian guard away from the pilot and lock the guard up.
Then Harada and Nishikaichi went to Kaleohano's house. Unable to locate him there, they then went to the crashed plane where the pilot tried to operate the smashed radio. Kaleohano had been hiding in his outhouse. As he was fleeing, Harada and the pilot returned to the house, ... Harada shot at Kaleohano but missed.
Kaleohano went to the village to warn the residents and then, after hiding the papers that he had taken from the pilot, hurried to the northern tip of the island to light an emergency signal fire. The guard, who had been locked up by Harada, had by then managed to free himself and he too rushed to the village to warn the islanders, most of who then fled to remote parts of the island.
By the time Kaleohano got to the northern tip of the island, a signal fire had already been set by other islanders. Deciding that they needed to take stronger action, Kaleohano and five other men decided to row for Kauai across the treacherous crossing between the islands. Upon reaching Kauai, they were able to contact Robinson who had been desperately trying to reach the island. Based on the information relayed, the military commanders agreed to launch a rescue mission to Niihau.
Back on the island, Harada and Nishikaichi had managed to recapture the guard and one other villager. They also returned to the plane and took the machine gun and ammunition; unsuccessfully attempting to burn the plane as well. They marched though the village firing their weapons and calling on Kaleohano to come out, unaware that he had left the island.
Ben Kanahele and his wife were taken prisoner when they returned to the village for food. Kanahele, 49, was a 6-foot native Hawaiian known for his strength. Harada and Nishikaichi demanded that Ben search for Kaleohano. Kanahele knew that Kaleohano had left for Kauai, but pretended to look for him.
A well armed Nishikaichi was now holding the shotgun, with the pistol stuck in his boot, and threatened to shoot Kanahele and all the other islanders if he did not produce Kaleohano. Ben Kanahele, speaking in Hawaiian to Harada, demanded that he take away the pilot's pistol. Harada refused, but he requested the shotgun from the pilot.
As the pilot handed over the shotgun to Harada, Kanahele and his wife lunged at him. However, Nishikaichi was too quick for them, shooting Kanahele three times! Kanahele still managed to grab the pilot and with his great strength threw him into a stone wall. Mrs. Kanahele grabbed a rock and began to bash the pilot's head. Kanehele was able to draw a knife and slit the pilot's throat ... Harada then used the shotgun on himself.
All was over by the time the military rescue party arrived the next morning ... or was it?
Ben Kanahele fortunately recovered from his wounds and was awarded the Medal of Merit and the Purple Heart.
Although not an active participant in the worst of the incident, Shintani was taken into custody and interned on the U.S. mainland ... becoming a naturalized American citizen in 1960.
Mrs. Harada, labeled as a Japanese spy, was jailed on Kauai on December 15, 1941. Later she was transferred to a military prison on Oahu ... released in late 1944, she then returned to Niihau where she lived for the rest of her life.
A January 1942 Navy report used the actions of Shintani and the Haradas as indications of the 'likelihood' that Japanese residents previously believed loyal to the United States may aid Japan.
This incident along with the war hysteria did influence Franklin Roosevelt to remove more than 100,000 persons of Japanese ancestry from the West Coast and intern them in the U.S. interior.
While, there are a number of programs and books relating to the internment of Japanese Americans during WWII, rarely is there now mention of the Niihau incident.
In today's environment, our government's actions and resultant internment of Japanese Americans would have been labeled as racist by civil rights advocates and declared unconstitutional by our highest court. I'm not sure that the government should have taken the Niihau incident as far as they did ... nor am I sure ...
Was it fair to take away the homes, businesses and lives of so many people just because they were of Japanese ancestry? No, it wasn't.
Well, almost 70 years after the fact and knowing what happened, it may appear that the President overreacted ...
However, remember, you are living in December 1941 and there are only 4 aircraft carriers standing between you and a Japanese landing along the West Coast.
You don't know if there is another surprise task force steaming toward San Francisco as you try to make the best decisions you can make.
So said Brigadier General William “Billy” Mitchell in his report to the War Department, dated July, 1924.
The Robinson family certainly seemed omniscient to have so deeply plowed their land and strategically placed rocks for years just in case their land was used in a military attack in the Pacific.
Who was the military officer who got them to take the action they took?
He has been recently identified as Colonel Gerald C. Brant ... advising them in 1933 that the Japanese would use Niihau as a forward air base to launch a full-scale invasion of the Territory of Hawaii.
An ex-cavalry officer turned aviator, Brant was an associate of Billy Mitchell and had testified on his behalf in the famous 1925 court marshal that found Mitchell guilty of insubordination, ... Douglas MacArthur's being the lone dissenting vote.
Makes one wonder if Billy Mitchell was somehow involved, but the surviving Robinsons believe that it was Brant who convinced their ancestors to dig up the island, first by mule and plow and later by tractor, for nearly eight years ... completing the task in the summer of 1941, a few months before the surprise attack on Pearl Harbor.
Brant eventually rose to the rank of major general, retiring in 1948 ... Mitchell did not live to see his prediction realized, dying in 1936. Well, almost realized ... the attack came at 7:10 AM!
On December 7, 2006, 65 years after the Day of Infamy, the 
Fresh young tender field corn that's loaded with milk is the key ... mash a kernel and if it don't squirt, get some different corn! If the corn isn't as milky as desired, shame on somebody, but you can add some ... whole milk and maybe a little corn starch, that is.
Varieties like "Trucker's Favorite White" are where it's at, methinks ... but I suppose that "Silver Queen" works for those who like it sweet. Actually, Mama always said the corn they got out of Mr. Whittaker's field was the best!
How many ears does it take? It all depends on the ears and who's doing the eating, but two ears per person has most always worked for us.
Shuck the corn, removing the silks and cutting away any areas damaged by worms ... always save the worms for fishing, or for added flavor and then ... slice away the very top of the kernels with a sharp knife; just enough to give access to the good stuff ... and a second time, a bit deeper.
Scrape the cob well, removing all the juice and milk ... placing those ingredients in a large bowl.
Mix well!
That accomplished, it's a walk in the park ... or to the store if you don't have a well seasoned cast iron skillet.
Heat your grease in the skillet ... how much is a matter of taste, as is your choice of bacon, fatback or streak-o-lean, but about one tablespoon per three ears works well for me. If you freshly fry bacon to get your grease, I suggest saving it for some wilted lettuce ...
Add in the corn, water, and a pinch of salt ... bring to a boil, simmer, stirring often, if not constantly, and adding water as needed to maintain the desired consistency. It should cook down and thicken in roughly 20-30 minutes.
What you're after is ... thick, and on the pasty, creamy side. Not to worry, it'll happen, ... the starch from the corn's milk will do that for you ... that's just to let you know when it's ready. The fresher the corn, the less water you'll need ... try just covering the corn with water or using 1/2 cup at the start, and adjust as necessary.
Season with salt, lots of freshly ground black pepper, and maybe a little butter ... it's really a matter of taste.
It's good as is ... but, spicing it up at the dinner table with green hot peppers makes it even better!
And if you fry up the hog pieces to get your grease, serve them too!
Fried corn, cornbread, buttermilk, wilted lettuce and maybe some blackberry cobbler ...
Wilted Lettuce
Fry 1/4 lb of bacon so that it is evenly brown; crisp ... remove from skillet, crumble and save. In these days of hogs being bred for producing "the other white meat", the amount of drippings you'll get is anybody's guess ... some hogs are just greasier than others so you may find you need a little more ... or less, depending.
I worked for the same company as my father, during the summers while in college and then before entering the service. He was the company's chief marketing officer and I, its "Assistant to the Actuary" ... he, the actuary, liked cream in his coffee ... but no, it wasn't my job to get him coffee.
One day, I was unexpectedly called to Daddy's office ... the first time I'd ever been to the sixth floor,
as memory serves ... biggest desk in the biggest office I'd ever seen, marble floor, mahogany waste can and private restroom.
He and his staff, the company's marketing vice presidents, were having a meeting ... they had all known me for years, but never in a business setting ... and here I was, center stage! Daddy asked his secretary to close the door and gave instructions that we were not to be disturbed. What did they want with me, what had I done?
To my great surprise and greater relief, he moved some stuff from one edge of his desk and indicated that as my seat ... definitely not Daddy!
At his behest, the Actuary had recently revised the way an agent's weekly paycheck was determined so as to reduce fluctuations. I was familiar with the problem and with the new system ... is was a simple 13 week rolling average that replaced the existing system where the agent's pay changed quarterly. I had seen the explanatory materials and thought that it had been well presented ... and well received.
Daddy explained that the agents hated the system because it was too complex for them to understand ... that even the five of them were having some trouble. Simply put, they didn't understand it and he wanted me to explain it to them ... I was sworn to secrecy ... truly was a magic moment!
They gathered 'round ... and I explained, best I could. Expecting kudos, I closed with "I told you it was easy ... is everything clear? ... any questions?" ...
Indeed it was a magic moment ... being asked to Daddy's office and asked to do something important. However, that bubble was burst when the only response was ... "Yes Bobby, it's clear as mud! "My reputation for being difficult to understand is well established; here in the Shop, and on other blogs, but I doubt that any suspected that it was a disease of such long duration.
The new system was short lived, but they were wrong ... the agents did understand ... we got a call, memo or letter every time they thought a mistake had been made ... almost always a few pennies due to rounding.
Daddy goodnaturedly tried to place the fault at my door ... Mama would have none of it ... she said the problem was that the marketing department felt they were left out of the developmental process by the actuary ... Mama was a smart lady. Well, regardless, I honored my oath to remain silent ... until long after all were retired.
Like many of you, the first person with whom I played games was my mother ... she taught me to pray too "Now I lay me down to sleep (my only memorized prayer other the "Lord's"); ... my first song,
For over 40 years, we played Scrabble ... Mama and me ... sometimes with family but usually the cutthroat, two player variety ... a quarter, half dollar, dollar a game. Her style was different from mine.
We both were defense oriented but she attempted to maximize the utility of each play, while I went for words she didn't know, hoping for a challenge ... and the big play; double and triple word scores, and seven letter word bonuses.
While I averaged over one bonus qualifying word of seven or more letters per game, I honestly can't remember her ever so doing ... it wasn't her style and she didn't have the patience.
Over the years, I won about two times out of three ... from a combination of what she called "bonuses, cheating and luck" ... but luck had nothing to do with it!
We held the 1st Annual McBrayer World Scrabble Grand Championship in Mama's hometown; Bell Buckle, Tennessee ... under a shade tree on its main street, following a great country ham, eggs and biscuits breakfast. Breakfast was free, courtsey of the waitress and a triple or nothing bet that she couldn't guess Mama's age within 10 years ... she hit it on the nose ... MY age, that is. Truly a magic moment!!
Four players ... One Trophy (memento from the Opryland Hotel, site of an earlier match) ... it was fun ... and another magic moment for I led for the entire game while poor Mama had a bad day and brought up the rear.
Well, until a seven letter word ... on a triple word score ... on the last play of the game ... Mama finally had her bonus word ... eternal!
She passed away the next year, before we could hold the 2nd Annual World Championship. We thought about it, long and hard ... decided against ... no good reason to hold another tournament ... we already had our Grand Champion ... undefeated, eternal, and magical!
My favorite magic moment? It's one of them, that's for sure! Tied, methinks with Miss Carol saying YES; seeing Robbie just seconds after he was born; meeting Country Brown and my favorite Crackers; that visit to Daddy's office; my first 300 game, my only hole in one ... a sailboat ride, Superbowl XV, Estes Park and a few more that are reserved for another day ... all still bring goosebumps, chills, and smiles!
Another anecdote involving Mama started when, as a Georgia Tech freshman I wrote a paper covering some fundamental theorems of matricies ... and ended 15 months later. Good paper, maybe my best work ever ... it received an "A" ... two magic moments ... one for Sam Nunn's roommate ... he got the "A", passed the course with a "B" and I got $25!!
Mama never let me live it down ... maybe the maddest I've ever seen her ... insisted I give that money back!
I took the same course a year later ... had the same test too, only this time it was an in class, midterm examination. Qne theorem was on back of the last page of the test, which I unfortunately overlooked. Payback I guess, the test was graded on the curve and I received a "D" ... I too got a "B" in the course ... another magic moment, this time for Mama! Well, "always mind your mamma" is a good rule but there are exceptions to every rule.
My father's father's mother was a great lady ... quiet and reserved but when she talked, you listened. She reserved the money for his higher education but Daddy elected to join his uncle and work in Atlanta, for it was 1930.
Growing up, I didn't really know her that well ... we would visit my uncles, grandparents at Christmas and on weekends, a few times each year but we would only see her on those ocassions when she was visiting my grandparents. On those trips, Georgia red clay took on a special meaning for us ... deep ruts in the dirt roads of rural northwest Georgia. Oldest grandchildren and great-grandchildren get special treatment when they're young ... homemade teacakes were my favorite ... times were good!
One Sunday during a Sunday School prayer, a strange feeling came over me ... like a chill ... thought I was sick, but it was just this very strong feeling that something was wrong ... someone had died. Before Church, I told Mama ... and again, going home ... but, "Why would you think that? Nobody you know is ill ... neither family nor friends" ... not a quote, but close.
Yes, my great-grandmother had unexpectedly died at age 92, methinks ... at 9:30 that morning, yes the very same time of that chilly feeling ... we got the call about an hour after arriving home. Coincidence? Perhaps, but I remember having that feeling but once in my lifetime ... some things we can't explain.

At the Cooperstown induction ceremony, Kell said that he found it incredible that he and Robinson had both came out of Arkansas, and "traveled the same path to this place" ... he died in his sleep on March 24, 2009, at his home in Swifton Arkansas.
During George Kell's stellar baseball career, he played a total of 1,795 games - had 6,702 at-bats - scored 881 runs - had 78 homeruns - 870 RBI - 51 stolen bases - .414 SLG - .367 OBP - .781 OPS - 110.4 OPS+ ... was an All-Star 10 times ... had a career batting average of .306 with 2,054 hits ... hit at least .300 in 9 seasons, and led the league's third basemen in fielding percentage 7 times ... in the book entitled "We Played The Game" Kell said, "I took as much pride in fielding as hitting. I became a complete player. I knew when to take the extra base. I knew about the outfielder hitting the cutoff man. I knew when and how to bunt. I knew when to hit-and-run" ... a magic moment came for Kell in 1949 when he edged out Ted Williams for the batting title by less than two ten-thousandths of a point - .34291 to .34276 - thus denying Williams a third Triple Crown ... Kell was an excellent third baseman, the best in the American League, until Brooks Robinson replaced him with the Baltimore Orioles in 1958.
In 1958, George Kell began his career in broadcasting by filling in for Dizzy Dean behind the microphone on CBS's "Game of the Week" ... in the book "For the Love of the Game" Kell said, "I'd never done any bro
Not long ago, just a little over 200 years, our country was born and with it came a novel idea ... a democratic republican form of government, if you'll pardon the expression.
Democracies can work well in small communities where the people have similar, vested interests and the time to be actively involved in deciding the issues confronting the community. History shows that they fail miserably and collapse when the community becomes too large and complex.
occasion, surprised most everybody and gave 'em Hell when he unexpectedly found himself in a difficult situation ... we can too!
Let's start by forgetting political correctness and develop a list of things that shouldn't be political but are ... or so seem. We'll do that, discuss them and see where it takes us ... Ronald Reagan got real upset when he heard that a judge had dismissed the charges against a man charged with DUI because he was too drunk to understand his rights being read to him ... and look where it took him!
Reagan, not the drunk ...









75 comments:
Hardly anyone had every heard of ADD until after Ritalin was introduced.
The strategy of the pharms is to create a drug for a little known malady and then scare everyone into thinking that they need it too.
Junk medicine + junk thought = junked up society.
journalist was going to comment but jimmy smith can no longer remember what jimmy smith was going to say.
Cox suspended for one game
with apologies to CARROLL ROGERS, DAVID O'BRIEN
The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
Published on: 07/22/08
Braves manager Bobby Cox was suspended by Major League Baseball for Tuesday night's game against the Florida Marlins for excessive nose picking during Sunday's game against the Washington Nationals.
"I'm not going to fight it because you aren't going to win," Cox said.
Cox's suspension will be served tonight, when the Braves play the Florida Marlins in Miami.
oh, the humanity! the team must face the marlins with one hand tied behind the back and one hand in the nose.
it is about to storm at jimmy smith's house . . . must go gather the blue werms and bring in baby seal.
Activist tries to superglue himself to Gordon Brown
By Daily Mail Reporter
Last updated at 10:35 PM on 22nd July 2008
During these turbulent economic times, Gordon Brown is keen for the country to stick by him.
However, this probably wasn't quite what he had in mind.
Dan Glass, of the climate change pressure group Plane Stupid, today tried to superglue himself to the Prime Minister at a Downing Street reception.
NoW, ThaT is sTupiD. WhAt if tERRorists trY thIS? WhAt iF I sUPerGLued mySelf tO KaTy T? WhAt if soMeBody suPerGlued BobbY COx?
wHo will bE tHe maNager oF reCord toNight? ChinO? MaYbe ChInO will leAd thE teaM in StreTChing beFore the gaMe.
Let the gnashing of teeth begin... This team is done....
"With the game scoreless, VandenHurk got into a jam when he walked three in a row to start the fourth inning. He struck out Jeff Francoeur and Kelly Johnson, and Mark Kotsay popped out."
That is not a jam.
journalist blogging with journalist . . . worse than stinky.
breaking news for journalist from journalist.
Chipper injures left hamstring
GM says injury was not believed to be serious
By DAVID O'BRIEN
The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
Published on: 07/23/08
Miami — The Braves' hopes for a second-half resurgence were dealt another blow Wednesday night when Chipper Jones injured his left hamstring in a game against the Florida Marlins.
The major-league hitting leader pulled up and grabbed his leg after crossing first base on a groundout to end the fourth inning at Dolphin Stadium. Jones, 36, hobbled off the field with assistance from Braves trainer Jeff Porter.
let's hope jeff porter deosn't have to put chipper down.
and many bloggers have been thrown off other blogs in the past few days . . . maybe . . .
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
new bloggers needed. can log on now. requires only a few clicks in the right places and the secret word. call journalist bob for the secret word.
Yes, it is so secret that even Google cannot remember it.
Many bloggers only think they are banned. Rude and boorish behavior is usually frowned upon south of the Mason Dixon line.
Now baseball, Rumor has it that Jeff Porter's nickname is Hawkeye...
"It's sore right now," Chiiper said. "I don't know what the timetable's going to be. Hamstrings are a little more delicate than quads or groins."
I doN'T haVe a gRoin buT I beT it'S delIcATE.
Question for the day... If seals don't have fingers, do they still "flip" people off?
Good news... Braves cannot lose today...
I sense a turn around by the Braves, could this be 1991 all over again? Next three days could sum up the season for us...
Dwarf pops out of suitcase at airport counter
By Associated Press
Published on: 07/24/08
STOCKHOLM, Sweden — Swedish airport staff were not amused when a team from a TV comedy show tried to check in a suitcase with a dwarf inside.
Employees at Bromma airport called police when the dwarf hopped out of the suitcase at the check-in counter.
PrOBaBly a BEEt WRitER.
Wow, was flying American Tourister class no doubt...
What happens if they lose the suitcase?
Okay, where did everyone get off to? Do I have to start a fight or something to get things going in the joint...
A political comment maybe??
I would hate for the old barbershop to get sealed up...
Hello Gil ... TheOldBarbershop hasn't closed it's doors yet ... but we are down to splitting hairs so each of us will have some hair to cut ...
We have been contemplating the future direction of the shop, and I believe Bob is working on a few ideas to make this a more interesting and active site ... I'm not as good at attracting bloggers as I once was at running them off ...
We won't resort to fighting here, but a political discussion now and again wouldn't be all that unwelcome ... we intend to be a bit selective as to who we permit as participants here at the shop for the sake of peace and tranquility, but in so doing we have been slow in attracting the masses ... silence is far more pleasant than discord, but silence is the death knell for a blog ... we shall see ... maybe I've got horse manure on my boots! ...
We do appreciate and enjoy your participation here, and do regard you as a friend ... thanks ...
I pick up a couple of Lewis Grizzard's books from the Goodwill today. The man was incredibly gifted and I have been laughing out loud all morning.
It is amazing with how much clarity one has with hindsight. That is except politicians. Their views are as myopic when viewing history as their vision of the future.
I have concluded the Obama is Woodrow Wilson's illegitimate child reincarnated. Scary stuff having someone run as President of the World.
And oh by the way, do not be discouraged SJS.. Your's is a quality blog. Just interest in the Braves wane as their record tilts more towards the minus side.
I would however suggest you allow a bit more time between leads as they are good reads but running them so close together allows them be lost in the shuffle.
Perhaps a week or two would allow a few more folks to find them. Your piece on the Negro Leagues is as good as I have read anywhere.
"I come before you as a citizen of the world."
Does anyone recognize that as a line from Obama's Tiergarten speech in Berlin yesterday?
Unamerican!
Unpatriotic!
Oh wait . . . I'm mistaken. Actually, that was the opening line in a speech by the man who was then president of the United States. That president was Ronald Reagan. (United Nations General Assembly, June 17, 1982)
Greetings once again after too long. Sorry about that fellas!
Gil's right, folks are not really interested in the braves right now. I know I find myself watching less and less games. Or at least less of particular games. If it's 4-0 in the 7th, I know they aren't coming back. Heck, a comeback from 3-0 would seem to be a minor miracle.
Lets see them trade some players away, get some young talent, bring up some guys hungry to make an impression, and people will come back.
and another excellent lead SJA!
Getting old may be the better of the currently available alternatives but that speaks more to the alternatives than to getting old, methinks.
I see no heart in the Braves though my vision isn't what it once was ... there doesn't seem to be any expectation of coming back from any deficit ... and no lead seems secure.
Lethargic ...
The primary reason for copays in health insurance is to help provide incentive for recovery ... them boys need a mess of copays and white crowder peas.
Good to see Gil, Berigan, and Cato ... und Union Mann hast recht ... Herr Boss writes good stuff ... ivory handles, I mean pearls before pork ... it takes a bit longer to enjoy an eight course sit down black tie than a fast food drive thru ... even during peak periods.
I think it's unseemly for a national political candidate to campaign internationally ... a bit presumptive too ... well calculated and politically astute ... and if he's well received, his wife can be proud of the entire planet rather than just this country.
I see the boss said that we've been contemplating the future direction of the shop ... and so we have ... but, that's not to suggest that the original direction isn't the path down which we'll tread ... twas, tis and twill be .. a goodun!
I ain't no Gunga Din ... and were I to be, I couldn't make it any more interesting than John and Jimmy, Master Seal ... and those friends who visit ... whether it be 3 or 30 thousand ... we can't turn water into good wine but we'll find a way to feed them.
Think about it this way ... during the four games prior to today's, we scored 36 runs ... won one of those games too! The keys rest in the hands of 5 folks ... Bobby and his two right hands ... plus Frank and John.
We will do things to make this a more active site ... maybe put up some good pictures in the back room and charge admission ... we'll do something soon, that's for sure!
If "silence is the death knell for a blog" ... then I suggest we clean our boots and make some noise ... the season ain't over yet ... why the good field corn ain't even come in yet!
jimmy smith has been in cordele trading watermelon futures. jimmy smith visited lake blackshear and traded in gnat futures there. all is well. more gnats than watermelons.
and the roadside sausage store . . . hmm . . . many undesirable thoughts appear.
and speaking of undesirable . . . jimmy smith turns on the game last night and the braves are down by eight in the fourth inning.
jimmy smith lost interest soon after francoeur's at bat. swing, swing, swing, sit.
watermelon chilling right now, should be ready for lunch.
and who says the phillies are not a better team? won 10 out of 12, right? oh, the humanity!
BrAkinG NewS! TheRE haS beeN a kangarOO attAcK at zOO AtlaNta. I aM oN thE waY thEre noW tO gatHEr deTails.
Lethargic ...
Amazing so many people can sense that... The wife said the same thing about last night's game... Personally, I think they are all a bunch of lollygaggers...
President Carter playing harmonica on stage with Shotgun Willie Nelson? Chop Seal should be all over this one. Miss Rosalynn?
BRaKIng NewS! TusHY haS beeN trAded! MoRe neWs sOON.
TeX soMebudY's hORse. THe BRaveS goT TeX'S hoRse. MaY noT be exActLY riGHT buT clOSe. MoRE laTer. WhO wiLL be neXT?
"When he received news of the trade, Kotchman said that he looked forward to playing for Braves manager Bobby Cox."
"I've just seen him from the outside, how he handles players, how he's pulling for them," Kotchman said. "I'm excited. There's nothing negative out of this."
wait until kotchman shakes hands with bobby cox . . .
Hillbillah, Ah am flattahed that yoah would think of me. Ah do not approve of Jimma's hahmonica plahin' and Ah think Willa Nelson could use a bath. That Seal boah is vera nice and Ah love readin' his collums.
Ah remain concuhned about a nickname for the new playuh, Kotchman. If the nickname is what Ah am thinkin' it will not do!
Hello out theah to Juhnalist Bob from Nashville, home of manah hahmonica playuhs. All hahmonica playuhs should be gathahed up and fohced to listen to each otha plah the hahmonica. I do not lahk the wah Jimma spits in his hahmonica, it is not sanitarah.
Com'on Koochie???
BraKing NewS!
Minn. officers shoot bear with jar stuck on head
By Associated Press
Published on: 07/30/08
ST. PAUL, Minn. — Minnesota wildlife officials tried for six days to capture a bear that had a plastic jar stuck over its head, but ended up killing the animal after it wandered into a city during a festival.
The wild black bear — whose head got stuck inside a 2 ½ gallon clear plastic jug presumably while foraging for food — ambled into the city of Frazee, about 200 miles northwest of the Twin Cities, during the town's busy Turkey Days celebration.
AnD soMe TurKey sHOt the bEAr!
A jAR on tHE heaD woUld bE a gOOd preveNtaTive meaSure for piCkinG thE noSe. ShoULd tRy thAt in tHe dugoUt toniGht.
And what, have Bobby shot???
Baby Seal has neglected to report on the story of the baby seal found on the back seat of a car in Washington State.
It was breaking news. And what do we do with news that is broken?
BrAkiNg NewS inDeed!
Whidbey Island police find seal pup in woman's car
04:53 PM PDT on Tuesday, July 29, 2008
By ROB PIERCY / KING 5 News
COUPEVILLE, Wash. - Even in a small town like Coupeville, routine traffic stops usually don't make the news.
But you could hardly call what happened at Madrona and Broadway last Friday routine.
"One of my officers stopped a vehicle on the streets here in town for failing to stop at a stop sign," said Town Marshall David Penrod.
Penrod says when his deputy walked up to the car, something caught his eye.
"He looked in the back seat and noticed what he thought was a stuffed animal began to move around," said Penrod.
Staring up at him from behind the glass was a harbor seal pup just a few days old, scared and dehydrated.
ThIS iS nO wAy tO tReAt a SeAL! DiD thIs sEAl haVE nO wAter? No iCe? Not eVEn A SmalL FaN? SeALNappIng iS SeriOUS buSineSS. ThANks, CaTo, fOR pOintinG thIS ouT. I plAn to tAlk wiTh thE grEAt seAL of thE UniTed StAtes aboUT thiS.
"On a personal level, it's been cathartic," he said of his time with the Braves." (ohman)
now, a certain beet writer had this quote in that beet writer's article in the ajc.
question: did the beet writer know the meaning of the word cathartic?
laxative, right?
of course, "hammock bone" comes to mind. not being critical of another journalist in town, only wondering.
reading the ajc can also be cathartic. purge it all at once.
and was this a fiendish trick by an athlete with a(n) uh, vocabulary? was this devilment? or was this merely word of the day material? and who else among the braves has had a cathartic experience? chino, perhaps? after bean dip?
this controversial post by jimmy smith must not be misunderstood. call it illuminating or call it questioning. don't call it critical of another journalist. lots of journalists in town now and journalists must get along when confined in tight press boxes with cheese being consumed everywhere.
too much cheese can cause another problem.
cathartic is not normal beet writer stuff. readers are being treated to a new level of journalism not experienced here in some time.
and will the one player on the team capable of cathartic dialogue be purged from the team?
one must wait and see.
usually only a few minutes, though. like prunes. prune juice. atlanta braves.
journalist is feeling a bit cathartic just now and must leave to do something else. will check back with any bloggers who may appear here today at a later time. bloggers will appear, right? bloggers have not been purged from this blog, right?
oh, this is beginning to wander out of control, must go now.
and this from chipper, "uh, i was cathartic but now i'm on
(continued from last post)
the d.l."
oh, the humanuty! a blog first. dialogue continued into a second post! cutting edge here at the old barbershop baseball and haircut blog.
I had a cathartic experience once... It came on immediately following the shocking experience of urinating on an electrified fence.... Hey, I didn't know it was electrified... Didn't even know there was a fence, it was dark after all....
I would not recommend this type of shock therapy to anyone... However it will make you call out the Lord's name....
Very purifying in so many ways...
jimmy smith is closing the shop tonight and a few minutes ago as jimmy smith was sweeping the floor . . . an ear! under journalist bob's chair! where did this stray ear come from? anyone hear missing an ear? oh, the humanity! that one would get past everyone on that other blog.
and mike hampton should be a position player, not a pitcher. hope hampton can run the bases without injury. unlike uh, chipper.
BoBBy COx is a gENius! I heArd hiM hoLLer "c'mON kiD" tO SAmmoNs jUSt bEfORe he hIt a homErun.
WhO madE thaT laSt ouT? He dId noT ruN to firSt baSe. IS thiS whAt we aRE to eXpect for thE resT of thE SeasOn?
I am looking forward to Chucky Js' return to Atlanta... He has worked on his breaking ball but still relies on his change up. If I were Bobby Cox though, I would make sure I play my best outfielders for this game. Infielders can take the night off....
oh, the humanity, gil! the outfielders should be playing about 15 rows deep. already 4-0 and bobby has yet to go get boyer. make that 5-0. bobby must be in bobby's nose. somebody needs to tell roger to go out and talk with chuck. not even a trip to the mound and the next batter is really digging in. bobby is probably digging in, too, cause nothing is going on. wait! a walk and now roger is on the way to the mound! are those boos? boos at the ted? boos for chuck or for roger? no wonder bobby won't come out. well, this is quite a mess. and no sign of ollie or stan. oh, the humanity! a walk to the pitcher! soon to be loaded? soon to see a slam? here comes bobby! everything should be okay now.
BrAkinG NeWS!
"3 top aquarium officials out
Two resign, one loses job in reorganization at attraction."
AnD soME niCe rEd sNappeRS aRe alSo misSing froM the tAnk.
It all sounds pretty fishy to me Chopper...
"lollygaggers" ... Gil, you think they're wasting our time or theirs?.
While I don't think I've been lollygagging or lethargic ... I've been totally nonproductive for over a week ... had an Internet connection for maybe 2 hours total over the last 5 days.
Good to see Tex gone, methinks ... might be better if others were too.
I know this team's has a negative influence on me ... not sure why ... maybe more than any other during the past 63.
Strange how we know so little of the ownership ...
I remember how Walter George seemed to be a different person after he decided to hang it up and not run for reelection ...
I remember too how Coach Dodd felt the essence of Ga Tech sports was its intramural program ... though that view seemed to changed when my father-in-law beat him at Badminton ... well, it was about that time that Rankin got the Falcon franchise too.
Things change ...
But, methinks it was better when our college athletes were named Bob and John and Jimmy ... studying for the same calculus, English or chemistry test ... stayed until they were graduated or flunked out ... back when coaches got paid less than the Dean of Men.
I liked it better when fans could identify with the players and the team with the fans ... not for one season or maybe two ... but for the long haul.
We didn't have to worry much about things like effort ... most everybody gave their best and were trying hard to win ... even down by five with two outs in the ninth ... and no, we didn't depend on the 5 run homer either.
I remember a game when the Crackers came from 9 runs down in the ninth ... lost it in twelve, methinks.
Starters tried to finish what they started ... when that changed, things went down hill ... it took away the continuity ... setting up a batter in his first two times at the plate for how you will pitch to him in his third becomes rather meaningless if you're gone after six.
When the game changed from doing the best with what you have to acquiring the best ... something was lost.
Take money out of the equation ... it's a team game ... pay them all the same, with prospective incentives if you must.
As we redistribute the wealth and line the pockets of children with gold ... we must realize that it is they and not us who are the losers ... which, from my perspective, isn't sporting.
When we only care if we win or lose ... the outcome is foretold!
I don't so much care how it turns out ... but I do hope that they'll give their best ... and that those in positions of responsibility and/or authority will be held fully accountable for that which has transpired.
That is to say ... if someone isn't getting the job done ... and they are not replaced ... then it is their superior who should be replaced ... all the way up to the platinum parachuted president.
Anyone who didn't see the vast majority of these disasters begging to happen were wearing blinders ... or had conflicting vested interests, methinks.
Goodness, for those wondering, a humid 97 degrees is responsible ...
Morton pitched better than well ...
You boys have been stuck on 44 posts for awhile. 44 is a great number and I like to think you did that on purpose in tribute to ol' number 44. I thought I'd chime in and let you know I'm reading . . .
Oh, crap, now it's 45.
So true Hank. And if it weren't for the great Barry Bonds and performance-enhancing substances, the all-time homer record would still be stuck on 755.
Who are these boys that run this so-called blog? Are they the same reprobates that got tossed off the great AJC David O'Brien blog? Are they they same miscreants that got tossed off the wonderful Bravesandstuff chatroom? Are they even human? Who are these crackers? And when will this blog become a blog? Many questions but no bloggers.
Will there be consolation prises?
And how does a seal type?
Pooooooot!
It is a sad day with the loss of Skip Carey...
I just learned of Skip Carey's passing ... sad indeed.
I never really associated Skip with baseball and then one day there he was ...
He may well have been the piece of work thought by many, but he certainly brought a lot to the table and provided us with many, many memories. His distinctive voice, personality, and caustic wit truly entertained us all, methinks.
Better to be unique than full of the milk of human kindness ... and that he was ... rest in peace.
Polonius suggested that it might be best to explain my "better to be unique than full of the milk of human kindness" remark from the wee hours ...
I tried to reason with him ... that is "explain" that to so do would not unto myself be true ... but, he would have none of it ... said we weren't the only shop in town and threatened to get his barbering done somewhere else ...
Well, upon admonishment from the Boss that good paying customers are rarer than a Honus Wagner T206 card ... to be "full of the milk of human kindness" has nothing to do with being kind ... it means to be just like everyone else ... one of the masses.
Something Skip was not ... but, you knew that, didn't you?!
Hitler took Poland because he wanted it and he could ... people do such things for those reasons ... can you imagine paying $1.6 million for a baseball card?!
Goodness!
yes, jimmy smith will miss skip caray. had skip caray done play-by-play in third person, skip caray might have become the best ever baseball broadcaster.
instead, skip caray will be remembered by jimmy smith as the best broadcaster that did not do play-by-play in third person.
famous third person baseball broadcaster walli umbahwa remains jimmy smith's number-one third person broadcaster. home boy.
BraKinG NewS!
fainTinG goAts. HoW to stARtle a goAT? POp a pAper baG. MoRe oN thiS soON.
Man dials 911, complains his sub had no sauce
JACKSONVILLE, Fla. — The sauce for a spicy Italian shrimp sandwich was apparently a must have for one Florida man. The man called 911 twice after a sandwich shop left off the sauce.
Initially he called the emergency number Thursday so that officers could have his subs made correctly, according to a police report. The second call was to complain that police officers weren't arriving fast enough.
A friend let me borrow this hunting DVD and guess who's the one of the stars of the show? After watching part of it, I couldn't help but wonder how much fun Jimmy Smith could have with this.
Click on the "Buckmen" link in the top-left to view the cast of characters. Every time you go back to the homepage or refresh the homepage, there will be a different clip "now playing." Be sure to watch the "Hog commander" clip to witness Chipper accidentally hitting his release trigger before coming to full-draw on a hog. No telling where that arrow ended up.
http://www.buckcommander.com/
That's www.buckcommander.com
Sounds a little like the dude might have already been hitting the sauce a little heavy...
And goats.... I had one that had a crush on the gas can... Randy creatures are goats...
oh, the humanity! hillbilly, that is indeed some rich material for jimmy smith. very thoughtful. as chipper would say, "uh, that ain't no cull." what did chipper say? "uh, ain't no cull?" and don't the ballplayers/buckmen look fearsome with all that grease paint? langerhans, chipper, and company. laroche. whoa, imagine the conversations around the campfire.
chipper: "uh"
laroche: "yeah"
chipper: "uh"
langerhans: "yo"
chipper: "uh"
deer: "idiots"
off season begins last day of the regular season again. should be a huntin' with no delay. is there a d.l. for huntin'?
There's one hunt at the beginning where They're climbing down out of the tree and instead of using the ladder, Chipper bails out from about 12 feet up. Not good on those toes, I'm sure. Now we know why they're so fragile. Wreckless.
Just got a new computer a few days back, and swapped ISP at the same time. Bad idea.
Thought for sure I'd have issues here...instead I see I am already signed in, and haven't even typed in my passwords!!!
And still can't believe we'll never here Skip broadcast a game again!!!!
Casts a pall over an already lousy season...
BrAkinG NeWS!
Georgia Aquarium shakeup continues
NeVeR shAke a fiSH tanK! WhaT arE they thINkinG?
jimmy smith has been accused of making some inappropriate posts but this gaffe from the local paper takes the pie.
from the ajc:
Wife: Caray died in backyard • Photos • Guestbook
who wants to see photos of this? definitely not in good taste. is nothing sacred? or is this merely (more) poor journalism from a poor paper?
and skip was feeding little birds. hope they were n.l. cardinals and not a.l. orioles or blue jays. and what kind of bird is a dodger? blue bird, right?
skip caray will be missed.
oh, the humanity! carnage at the ajc! everybody is leaving. only the low-salaried remain. it is good that baby seal did not go to work there when the offer was made. furman bisher, jim wooten . . . oh, the humanity! nothing left. some call this a one newspaper town but that is not a fair description. the ajc must not count as a real newspaper. good on hip hop, not much else. 3/4 newspaper town? and what will other jouranlists have to say about this? and will furman bisher now become a blogger here? can pay furman, right sja?
Furman Bisher is indeed welcome here at the shop ... I will give him half of my pay, and he can use my chair ... might even make him co-columnist, under Baby Seal's tutelage of course ...
Does anyone at the shop do the combover cut?
Sure we do the comb over John S ... hope on up in Bob's chair ...
It will be an ear-to-ear combover. Is that a problem?
Ear to ear is no problem at all ... unless one of your ears is lying on the floor ...
this blog has more seasoned journalists than now remain at the ajc . . . and smarter, too! baby seal could go down there now and become an editor. used to cover dixie like the dew . . . now not enough copies being sold to cover the cage floors at zoo atlanta.
and journalist returns home to find the braves lost a one run game on the road today. hmmm . . . a pattern may be developing. somebody tell bobby cox. did francoeur strike out today? swinging? does anyone in baseball look at fewer pitches?
and chino cadahia is the number two man in the dugout, right? is chino a candidate to replace bobby cox?
and doughnuts . . . doughnuts never come up on this blog. unless posting about chino and remembering doughnuts never come up here which makes doughnuts come up on those occassions. hmmm....
confusing posts are normally the product of journalist bob but jimmy smith has gotten a little more confusing since blogging here with sja and jb.
and some say that this blog is a bit difficult to access. not true. only a little patience and about 15 clicks and can be posting here in no time.
and mike hampton won a game!
remember to vote tomorrow. what? what, baby seal? election was yesterday? who won?
and if the old journalist does come over to the old barbershop blog will it then become the very old barbershop blog?
and a cheese sampler would be nice if the old journalist does come here to the shop. but no hair in the cheese, please. say that fast a few times and come back for more blogging later.
breaking news!
Hunt for Lake Lanier gator continues
a local trapper has been called in.
"uh, here gator, gator . . ."
and more dialogue:
chipper: "uh"
gator: "idiot"
no animals were harmed in the making of this post.
Okay folks... No running off and hiding... If I am going to come all this way to get my ears lowered, I expect some kind of stimulating barbershop talk...
Not a word about all those overheated monkeys by our noted columnist? Research monkeys in Vegas... Who knew?
And what of young Charlie Morton? Reminds me a bit of Steve Avery.. but different... right handed...
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