Willie Mays, 1931-2024

You can’t have a blog like this one and not note the passing of one of the finest sportsmen in human history: Willie Mays.

Friday on Math and Musings you’ll hear me mention the Say Hey Kid, not because he died but because I just happened to mention him. (The episode was recorded before we knew of his death.) His last professional game was more than 50 years ago, though somehow I probably thought of him three or four times a week.

So now among other things the “greatest living ballplayer” tag is up for grabs. It’s up for pleasant debate, and somehow we’ll come up with a more or less unanimous choice.

Griffey? Bonds? Other?

One thing I know.

It’ll be someone I saw play.

I’ve now reached the age where I can say I saw the greatest.

I could take this a few different ways.

But right now all I can think is, I wish I’d seen Willie Mays.

R.I.P.

Boxcars weren’t exactly flying, but…

Yesterday I enjoyed a pleasant Father’s Day evening at Meritus Park, home of the Hagerstown Flying Box Cars.

I know, it sounds a little like a vaudeville act, but this was Atlantic League Professional Baseball in Hagerstown, Maryland, back after a three-year respite during which time, among other things, Meritus Park was built. (Global pandemic happened too but that’s neither here nor there.)

In a word, Meritus Park is cool. It’s replaced Municipal Stadium, one-time home of the Hagerstown Hubs, Owls, Braves, Packets, and Suns, where Willie Mays played his first professional game in 1950 and Franklin and I took in a game in 2019.

I liked Municipal Stadium. But yeah, it’s hard to compare a ballpark built in 1930 with one built last year. This was game #24 at the new stadium and it’s still got that new park smell.

Actually it smells like cinnamon-flavored almonds, an olfactory sensation more intoxicating that Auntie Anne’s, Cinnabon, or Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory.

I think the City of Hagerstown still thinks they’ll someday get a tenant a little higher up than Atlantic League, but for me this works for now.

Yeah, Ty Cobb would’ve balked at the almonds. And the home team lost 8-1.

Still a great Father’s Day though.

Last day of school!

‘Round these parts (that would be Loudoun County, Virginia) today is the last day of school.

And in classic teacher fashion… I’m giving a test.

Yup, break out the #2 pencils today when you tune in to Math and Musings.

My son wasn’t exactly thrilled when I pitched him the idea, but I think the episode came out pretty good.

Enjoy.

Wendy’s back at it again

“Oreoification” may soon be referred to as Frostyification of America.

After decades of having exactly one flavor of Frosty to offer its customers, Wendy’s now has seven. (See my notes on its progression here.)

We truly are living in a Brave New World.

The seventh jewel in the crown is “Triple Berry,” out this week at Wendy’s locations across America.

And much as I laugh at this whole enterprise…

yeah, I’ll be having one this afternoon.

Reliving childhood yet again

I usually rely on my child or VHS tapes to help relive my youth, but these days that duty has fallen upon a couple of athletic teams competing for championships in their respective sports.

When I was a kid the best team in the NBA was the Boston Celtics, and the best team in the NHL was the Edmonton Oilers.

Here we are 40 years later and history is repeating itself, once again letting me relive my aforementioned childhood.

Celtics did their job last night, moving up two games to none in their series against the Mavs.

The Oilers have their work cut out for them, but that work can become much easier with a win tonight in Miami.

Come on, Edmonton, we can’t let an ice hockey team based in Florida win the Stanley Cup.

(Fifth year in a row, by the way, that a team from Florida has appeared in the Finals while a team from Canada hasn’t one since 1993.)

The Oilers? Ils sont dus.

We’re getting closer

Any guesses on the twin anniversaries Friday?

Hint: Like young Bartholemew on an ancient episode of The Simpsons, I spend much of the month of June cashing in as many birthday coupons for free stuff as I possibly can.

Many things in this world we don’t really need…

until you get a coupon for a free one.

This is like uncovering more digits of pi

Proof again that you’re never really done learning in this world, baseball historians have now given me a bunch of new stats to memorize, what with the addition of Negro League numbers into the MLB record books.

Regardless of whether this is right or wrong, fair or unfair, or what have you…
I do like a challenge.