OK, the last time I tried this midnight thing, all hell broke loose...
There was a time- when I was just a lad- that I knew the birthdays of every A's player (gotta thank my oldest sis for that; she liked to force-feed useless info into my head until I came to enjoy it).
One birthday stuck, and yet I let it slip without mention this past Monday when Reginald Martinez Jackson turned 63. Sixty-three!
Before Rickey and Eck and Giambi and Chavez, there was Reggie. And despite what some of you may think of him (and his decision to go into the Hall-of-Fame with a Yankee cap), he was Oakland's first Superstar. But don't take it from me. Brother Number 2, if you please:
"The biggest disappointment and most devastating event of my young life was the day Reggie was traded. I was in shock for a few weeks, maybe longer. Reggie was the face, the force, the tenacity, the voice, and the heart and soul of the Oakland A's. His presence on the field or in the clubhouse, in uniform or on crutches, at the plate or on the bases, made the opposition quake in their boots. He was a fighter. He fought opposing players, his teammates, his managers and his owner, but not because he was a Prima Donna (he was), a hot dog (he was) or a hot head (he was). He fought because Reggie was- above all- a winner; a fierce competitor, who would shine the brightest on baseball's biggest stage. He was my hero, your hero, one of Finley's Heroes and I'm sure the hero of many others. He made the A's the A's and when he was traded, for all the talent that still existed, the Oakland A's, Finley's A's, Reggie's A's, our A's, would never be the same."
So a Happy Belated to the one who made my 7th birthday quite special.
Hey, speaking of ex-A's in New York, Nick Swisher not only has the Bronx Bombers on an eight-game win streak, but the Yankees are- get this- having fun.
Nick Swisher is walking around in a mohawk. A.J. Burnett has been pelting teammates with whipped cream pies. Derek Jeter sat on the jury in Kangaroo Court.
So much for the straight-laced pinstripes of old.
Shedding their corporate image, the New York Yankees are reveling in this winning streak with a childlike enthusiasm.
"It's been a great run for us," Swisher said. "I think having fun creates winning."
Turn back the clock to some A's history: on this day in 1993, Oakland scored ten runs in the last three innings to win a wild one at Comiskey, 12-11. The A's were down 5-1 after three, 8-2 at the end of six, 10-4 heading into the eighth, and 11-9 with just three outs to go. But they scored three in the ninth on a two-run triple by Rickey, who scored the go-ahead run on a sac fly.
And while some people remember dates and numbers, others never forget a face:
Super-recognizers recognize other people far more often than they are recognized. So they often compensate by pretending not to recognize someone they met in passing, so as to avoid appearing to attribute undue importance to a fleeting encounter, Russell said.
Do that dump thing you all do so well. But you better super-recognize.