Clinch For Vin

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Vin Scully’s last weekend at Dodger Stadium.  Clayton Kershaw on the mound.  The Giants game (5:40 pm) starts a half hour ahead of the Dodgers game (6:10 pm).  So should the Giants lose first, the Dodgers can clinch with a win tonight.  The script is set.

Go Dodgers!

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120 thoughts on “Clinch For Vin

  1. If you didn’t catch Vin last night…As Oldbrooklyn also said. He made reference to this man and this song.

    And in that classic style only he can paint…He belted out a little “Georgia!”

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  2. TrueBlueWill (N.Y.) and CranbrookMike (Canada) just called me from L.A. Two of my buddies from ThinkBlueLA are visiting Dodger Stadium this weekend. Hoping they’ll be there for the clincher.

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  3. I just read the news of Jose’s passing.

    His valuable talent on the hill will be missed. His value as a person of character will be remembered.

    May God Bless him and his family eternally.

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  4. WOW The news of Jose Fernandez hit me hard. My lady friend told me as I came in the house after reading the papers outside, as I usually do. She told me she heard it on the news.
    Man, that’s horrible news. I can’t believe it.
    My condolences to his family and friends.

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  5. On this sad day, when we lost one of our players to a tragic boat accident and Vin Scully calls his last Dodger home game, the Dodgers try to get back to the postseason.

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  6. 4 complete so far against the best hitting team in our division and he’s limited them to 2 runs. This coming after a long, long lay-off. Don’t write him off yet.

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  7. The offense seems have that lazy day at the beach attutude. They’ll get up and return a frisbee, but they aren’t ready, yet, to ride a wave.

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  8. At Dodger Stadium enjoying the moment. Who would think Culberson would be the one to end it. Someone had to a d it was his turn. Do you think the boys just wanted to hold on to Vinny for as long as possible. And a great way to end Vin’s time at Dodger Stadium. Glad to have been here to see it.

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  9. Champs

    We were listening to the Rocks tv announcers who were talking about Culberson’s kids and how he was expecting another, and we were going ” Yeah, yeah, but can he hit?” I wasn’t real encouraged after he stranded two risp earlier, but the answer was “Yeah. He CAN hit!!”

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  10. This game shows the Dodgers don’t quit. They persist, and the heros come from many who wear that Pantone 294 Blue.Congrats, now on to home field advantage vs. Nationals and push the Gnats off the play-off train. GO Dodgers! and a very fond farewell to VIN !

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  11. 3 months ago I’d have told you that there was no way in hell this team would make a race of the division, let alone overtake the Gnats.

    They not only overtook them, THEY BURRIED ‘EM.

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  12. Vinny can even sing!! Brought tears to my eyes hearing his tribute to his wife, and it finally dawned on me that my friend of many decades will no longer be there. Bittersweet But what a great post-game celebration for him and the team.

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  13. I just read the article written by Jason Stark about Vin.

    Which means more tears and and another gallon of Union 76 Deisel in which to gargle with.

    The song playing upon my smart tv as I read the article…

    I may have the smartest tv ever…

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  14. The Dodgers were 30-30 when the Rally Mummy was created. They’ve both evolved since then. I can’t think of too times they failed to win when the Rally Mummy made an appearance.

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  15. Of course by this time I had discovered Jimi Hendricks, Thai-stick and beer. My parents tried to teach me a lesson by throwing my behind out on the street. So I found an overpass next to a river and moved in. I would hide my sleeping bag and belongings in the high grass not too far away. Until I returned one day to find them missing. Talk about losing it all.

    I then had to hang out at the local Winchells all night, until I gathered up enough money to rent a room. Pops let me use the family Chevette to get back and forth. Then one day I let the goofiest friend I’ve ever enjoyed borrow it. To go get some Thai-stick nonetheless. Only pops passed him on his way back. This was one strange dude. I met him at Winchells. He was the dude that made the donuts.

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    • As it turns out there was a room for rent in his building…$50 a week/furnished too. Which was perfect. Only the room they gave me didnt have any windows. I’m hard of hearing so an alarm clock is use-less to me. I aroze by sunlight. I come home one day to find my belongings outside next to the door. At least I still had them this time. I then moved into a Datsun B-10 that was broken down behind the Chevron across the street. The snow began to fall shortly after that. I can remember shivering most of the night. Plus the local police dept came by every evening to check on me…Knock! Knock on the glass they’d tap.

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      • I met a girl at Winchells too. A red-headed sweetie…

        She came to work about the time I was waking up. She’d give me free breakfast and coffee…well for starters anyways.

        She got her mother to get me a job and said I could move in with them…I moved back to the overpass or somewheres else. Looking back on it now…that was pretty freakin dumb. She was good to me…she made sure I washed behind my ears everyday, helped me scrub my elbows…

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        • Through it all. I managed to play American Legion ball. The Chevette didnt have enough compression to make it up the hill to the ball field. I’ d park it at the arcade/grill and have a teammate pick me up. Usually my battery-mate. Well until he lost his license for fighting three policeman one night.

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          • He had hair halfway down his back. And cussed like a sailor. But talk about a team captain.

            We placed 4th during the season but won it all that year. Most fun I ever had playing ball!

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            • I usually had two jobs back then. I was a sign painters helper. And the worst line-cook ever. When I applied for the position the guy asked me if I was the one who cooked in the Navy? I said. Yes, Sir!

              I actually worked there for a month. I had no clue how to cook. The waitress was teaching me on the fly.

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              • They showed me how to make a prawn stir-fry. Only I couln’t remember all the instructions. So I’d pour a crap-load of white wine in with the prawns, butter and veggies. That was my best seller. It probably had more wine in it than Napa county.

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                  • Only the other assistant was selling Thai-stick with every order of fries. He called it the lunch-sack special, only $32.50. That guy was bad news. He looked like Ted Nugent without the guitar.
                    The police would pull me over every night after work. Wasn’t hard to catch me. I was driving the low compression powder blue Chevette.

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                    • I turned 18 around this time and began working for my father. Delivering sheetrock.
                      Which was a good thing ’cause Ted Nugent was trying to get me to play baseball with a sack of cocaine and a Betty Crocker sauce pan. I bailed after one session. Them were the spaciest dudes, I’d ever seen. I’m saying that listening to Jimi jam the Star Spangled Banner in a plume of reefer smoke was one thing, but Betty Crocker baseball wasn’t my thing.

                      I attended a massive keggar around this time that was broken-apart by the police. I couldn’t find my ride and an officer explained to me that if I didnt catch a ride, I’d be going with him. I opened the door on the brown station
                      wagon in front of us. Only all them kids were high on acid. They still looked better than Betty Crocker Ted and his bunch. Anyhow they drove me away from the policeman. The drivers brake pedal must of been floating around in a physcodellic mirage, cause he never did slow down…every turn you’d hear…screech! While a bunch of chuckle-heads and I slid violently from side to side.

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  16. Before the Rally Mummy came around, it seemed like the only guys hitting were Utley and Seager. The Rally Mummy woke up Justin Turner, Adrian Gonzalez, Yasmani Grandal, and countless others.

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  17. What an interesting sports weekend. Picked my playoff tickets at noon Saturday,then off to the UCLA-Stanford football game later in the afternoon only to suffer a defeat with the winning TD coming with 24 seconds left in the 4th quarter and then an emotional day at Dodger Stadium on Sunday. On top of that the tragic death of Jose Fernandez and the passing of golf icon Arnold Palmer.

    There are times I do envy people who are not invested in sports or specific teams the way I am but then again, look what they are missing.

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    • Those folks are out shooting wild game in my neck of the woods. Surprisingly they say the same thing. In my 38 years up here in the Northwest. I’ve never shot anything other than an apple tree. And it lived.

      I’m glad to read you had a nice time, Birk.

      I’d go golfing if my health would allow it.

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      • I purchased a bucket of balls the other day. I put it in my truck and brang it home. My plan is to use it as encouragment to get back out come Spring.

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