#user ppepohappy

#neverforget

look at my guy. look at him (roger maris)

[ID: Two black and white photos of New York Yankees player Roger Maris. (1) Maris leans forward on his elbows and smirks, showing off a charmingly crooked canine tooth. (2) Maris with his head tilted, his hand resting on his cheek. His forehead is visibly wrinkled, he looks to be fretting over something. His Yankees cap is perched on his head at an angle. /. End ID.]

I HAUVE SOMETHING TO CONTRIBUTE.

look at him ^_^ (sandy koufax)

[ID: Black and white photo of pitcher Sandy Koufax. He is shirtless with a towel slung over his shoulders. He holds up some newspapers, all with headlines about him. /. End ID.]

POINTING. VINTAGE EARS. In looking this guy up i am finding out cool things like they called him THE LEFT ARM OF GOD??? and he played for the Dodgers omg evil baseball mention!! from my hat....

An article I dug up from 1995 - Ode to a Private Man : What becomes a legend most? When it comes to Sandy Koufax--hero, role model, enigma--it’s being left alone. (archived) -> bit of injury talk in there + drug use, be advised! my favourite passages:

When it comes to baseball heroics, the less said the better. And that goes not just for historic moments--like a perfect game--but for players as well. If you put someone on a pedestal, don’t ask them too many questions.

He was larger than life, but the appeal was also personal: If you were a left-handed Jewish kid like me, there weren’t many athletic role models. When Sandy Koufax came along, my whole world changed. Did he refuse to pitch the opening game of the 1965 World Series because it happened to fall on Yom Kippur? Mazel tov! Did he still win the final game? Break out the seltzer!

As my deadline nears, I realize Koufax is right. Better we should remember the athlete and let the private man be. For now, I’m back in the living room with my dad. We’re spellbound, as Koufax bears down for the second out: “Sandy, fussing, looks in to get his sign. 0 and 2 to Amalfitano--the strike-two pitch to Joe: Fastball, swung on and missed, strike three! He is one out away from the promised land.”

how it feels for sharks fans to talk about logan couture (?)

[ID: Meme of a Spongebob screencap. An orange fish man crawls through the threshold of a building begging for sustenance. Captions read “food… water… nuance” /. End ID.]

It was 1986, and the New York Mets won 108 regular-season games and the World Series, capturing the hearts (and other assorted body parts) of fans everywhere. But their greatness on the field was nearly eclipsed by how bad they were off it. Led by the indomitable Keith Hernandez and the young dynamic duo of Dwight Gooden and Darryl Strawberry, along with the gallant Scum Bunch, the Amazin’s left a wide trail of wreckage in their wake—hotel rooms, charter planes, a bar in Houston, and most famously Bill Buckner and the hated Boston Red Sox.

With an unforgettable cast of characters—including Doc, Straw, the Kid, Nails, Mex, and manager Davey Johnson—this “affectionate but critical look at this exciting season” (Publishers Weekly) celebrates the last of baseball’s arrogant, insane, rock-and-roll-and-party-all-night teams, exploring what could have been, what should have been, and what never was.