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Don't forget Earl Weaver as one of the coaches on Casey Stengel's staff. No one is even CLOSE to Earl for the number of games to be thrown out of. Earl didn't need to discuss baseball with the umpires. He might go out to argue politics if the game was getting boring.
Actually. Bobby Cox owns the record for ejections. Isn't John McGraw second?
As a side note, the man who owns the career ejections record for players in Japan is Tuffy Rhodes (currently of Orix). I think he's into double digits now. Nobody else is even close. I have no idea who owns the managerial record. Maybe somebody like Senichi Hoshino. But don't quote me on that.
Sorry there, Lance. Earl Weaver wasn't half the character Casey Stengel was. But don't you think it would make for an interesting bench if Stengel chose Weaver and Billy Martin as his coaches?
Sorry there, Lance. Earl Weaver wasn't half the character Casey Stengel was. But don't you think it would make for an interesting bench if Stengel chose Weaver and Billy Martin as his coaches?
Weavers explosions put Piniellas to shame especially in the 80's.
Henderson styled himself as the anti-Pete Rose, resolving to never employ a calorie more hustle than was precisely needed to make the play. Bases that he had easily made, he turned into close calls by jogging the last few feet. On a walk, he went to firstbase looking like a mime doing man running...all sorts of motion, but glacial linear progress. That act was a blur compared to his homerun trot, especially if he was pissed at the pitcher for some reason. In the outfield he developed his superfluous snatch catch which he executed in between the animated conversations he sustained with the fans in the nearest stands.
Most famously, he didn't speak English, he spoke Rickey, a variation on English but without the constrictions of structure, tense and rules. In Rickey, all nouns may instantly be converted to verbs, ("I homerunned him the 4th") the personal pronoun is overthrown in favor of third person identification ("This is Rickey calling on behalf of Rickey") and sentences were marked by bloody modifier pile ups. ( "I gots the mostest runs more than anybody ever before all time.")
I was at a game in Oakland where Rickey had been faking an injury because he was pouting over some slight, so he didn't start the game. In the 8th, he was sent in as a pinch runner. There was a delay while Rickey casually dawned his sliding gloves and made numerous adjustments to his uniform in the dugout. Then he finally emerged and advanced toward first at the velocity of a senior citizen with a walker. When he at last reached first, he didn't stop, he kept right on going into rightfield, apparently his version of warming up. He went about half way out to the bullpen, stopped, did some stretches, and then headed back in to take his base.
Naturally he stole second on the first pitch to the plate.
So I'd bench Manny and start Rickey in left.
Marv Throneberry wasn't so much a character as a chosen symbol. He was inept, but not outstandingly inept compared to his teammates. He had a milquetoast name, a bald head and a sad sack face, so he got singled out as a fan favorite. He was never colorful, his fans were.
John Kruk would seem the better fit, perhaps Dick Stuart or Joe Pepitone.
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