Isn’t it amazing what diverse information your brain retains? Like this week’s remembrance of the manager of the Detroit Tigers during their 1968 World Series win … do you recall who it was?
The story starts with a tired but jovial couple walking up to the front desk at Brigadoon last Monday evening. "Do you have any rooms?" was the question posed, and I gladly showed them Suite 101 – upon which Mick & Renee decided immediately to reserve for the night.
"Have you been on the island today?", I asked as we completed the paperwork.
"Yes. It was a great sunny day, and we walked and biked all over the place!" was their enthusiastic response. "We are from California, so this was a wonderful – but short – vacation to a lovely getaway paradise".
After we completed the checkin process, I proceeded to offer suggestions regarding shopping and dinner. "What do you do for a living?", I asked them both. Mick answered first: "I work for the Detroit Tigers".
"Really?", I responded, sensing that he might be teasing me. "What position do you play?" I asked with a bit of joking tone to my voice. (Obviously I was not going to ask him how their season was going …)
"Actually, I’m the first base coach", Mick responded quickly. Now, in my mind, I’m calculating that he a) lives in California, b) is vacationing in northern Michigan in the middle of the baseball season, and c) he had been joking around with me for a few minutes before this topic of discussion arose … I really didn’t think that he was a Tiger coach at all. Not, at least, until he mentioned that he & Renee were on the All-Star break until they were to resume playing on Thursday in Chicago. Needless to say, I didn’t realize that the All-Star game was taking place on Tuesday night … and needless to say, I then began to pry my foot out of my mouth…
I did redeem myself, however, by talking baseball lingo with Mick. I mentioned that I had followed the Tigers closely during their last 2 World Series Wins – and I made points with him when I described the team’s photo that I had taped on the closet door of my room back in 1968. Initially I was having difficulty remembering the manager’s name – and Nick started chanting several names of past coaches, including Billy Martin … but none matched the one I was trying to remember. Then the trivia lightbulb when on, and I mentioned to Mick that I thought either his first or last name was Mayo. The look on his face was priceless, because he advised me that Mayo Smith was the manager back then – and low and behold, I think he was impressed. In my case, it was more luck cursed with a mind that remembers such insignificant data.
Unfortunately, the most unimpressive thing about our conversation is that I couldn’t tell Mick who is the current Tiger manager. Oh well, now I do know now that Alan Trammell is the head guy, Kirk Gibson and Lance Parrish are both on the coaching staff, and I have a new friend overseeing the action on first base. Thanks for renewing my interest in baseball, Mick & Renee!
"It took me seventeen years to get 3,000 hits in baseball. I did it in one afternoon on the golf course." -Hank Aaron
More later -- have a great week!
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