Originally posted by senser
I know that the White Sox just released him after the 1945 season. At that time he was 37 and he had played through a couple of injury-plagued seasons prior to that. I'm assuming the White Sox wanted to move forward with some younger players. My Grandfather just retired from playing and got into coaching. His best friend was Al Lopez so he was usually went with Al wherever he managed and was a bench coach, third base coach, etc.
For example, he was a member of the 1954 Indians coaching staff when they went 111-43 and the Giants swept 'em in the series. He was with Mayo Smith in 1968 as a third base coach for the Detroit Tigers when they won the World Series.
Growing up around baseball was great. I can tell you some stories. Every year my dad and grandfather would play in the Temple Terrace Golf & CC Italian Invitational and I would ride with my dad on the last day of the tourney. It was cool because his group consisted of Robin Roberts Joe DiMaggio (a couple times), Al and his dad. It was funny b/c people would wait on the side of the course and try to get autographs and stuff and I was just some dumb-shit kid haning around these hall-of-famers. I bullshit you not when I tell you that those HOFers knew my name and it was fucking cool. I still remember Joe DiMaggio knowing me by name and signing things for me (this was at a time when he didn't sign autographs for anyone anymore), but, he would always personalize it and it was nice b/c I never had to remind him who I was or anything. I would just say:
"Mr. DiMaggio, would you mind signing this ball?"
He would smile and sign "To Matt, Best Wishes - Joe DiMaggio."
In 1998, I went with my parents to Cooperstown for the induction ceremonies. And I still remember the HOF dinner that we were able to attend as guests of Al. I went into the bathroom and bumped into Robin Roberts. Know, Robin lived in Temple Terrace, so I saw him all the time and he played golf with my dad all the time, but, it's still a really cool feeling when they stop to talk to you. He stopped me and asked me how I was doing and said he didn't know I was here with my family. I told him Al brought us as his guests that year and as we were talking he then stops to introduce me to Rollie Fingers! Just crazy shit growing up around all that. The saddest part about it, is that all those guys are gone: my grandfather, father, Robin, Al and Joe.
Sorry to go on and on. I usually am pretty private about all of it, but, It's nice to share the stories sometimes.
Originally posted by NAHSTE
As for any PED's it was likely a lot of pasta and Grand Marnier lol
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