Hall of Fame and steroids?

Well, my third book is entitled Dopey Bastid, and includes a collection of sports stories which identify dumb decisions by managers/coaches, owners, sportswriters, players and even fans.

It appears as if I should have added another chapter to the book. But not to despair  there will be a follow-up novel. The voting of Baseball Writers of America Association (BBWAA) relative to voting for enshrinement in Cooperstown, necessitates it.

Earlier this month the BBWAA decided that there should not be a new player inducted to the Hall of Fame, with nary even one candidate equaling the minimum 75% of the vote requirement. The impact of steroid identification and/or the suspicion there of had arrived. Barry Bonds and Roger Clemens, arguably two of the greatest baseball players at bat and on the mound respectively, fell considerably below the threshold, each receiving only about half of the votes necessary. To each his own; but I would have been in the minority and cast an affirmative ballot for each.

Forget this year, since the steroid era does give cause for doubt as to the authenticity of the statistics achieved during that period. Lets look back at the foibles of prior BBWAA decisions.

The Yankee Clipper, Joe DiMaggio, consistently touted as one of the all-time greats, was not first ballot Hall of Famer. Would you believe, that after his stellar career, a mere 44.3% of the writers placed the name DiMaggio, on their ballots in 1953. Joe’s first eligible year. Maybe many of the writers were jealous that he had married Marilyn Monroe, or perhaps for some, it was an anti-Italian thing. The following year the percentage for DiMaggio still fell short at 69.4%. What the hell were they other 30.6% of those guys thinking? In 1955, Joe finally surpassed the magic plateau garnering 88.8% of the BBWAA to come to their senses. Who cares about a 56 game hitting streak and playing the best center field that Yankee Stadium has ever seen? Disgraceful.

Here are a few other head scratchers. Duke Snide, once hailed the equal of Willie Mays and Mickey Mantle in his heyday years in Brooklyn,  took 11 years to surpass the 3/4 of the vote minimum. Gil Hodges, who led all players in RBI’s in the 1950′s and at all time in his retirement had more home runs than any right handed batter in the National League, remains without Cooperstown status.

Simply mind boggling to me. What about you? I guess DiMaggio, Snider and Hodges were all on HGH!

 

 

Little Philip and Sandy

Little Philip left us much too early. Sandy was devasting to Long Island, New York City and the Jersey shore; certainly no resemblance to the adorable pooch in Annie. In both cases I questioned whether “the sun will come out tomorrow”.

Little Philip was 18 months old, and had been named after a good friend of mine, his grandfather. He died tragically in September, a freak accident which should have never occurred. The playfulness which had taken place earlier on a Monday afternoon, at a Bayville Long Island beach, ended abruptly and without warning; a section of a wrought iron fence which was to have been removed two weeks prior but was left standing on an angle slid down striking the innocent child. His grandmother picked up and held the one and a half year old infant in her arms as she frantically called out for assistance, while Little Philip’s sisters, ages 4 and 7, looked on. The elder, fighting tears, asked grandma, “is my brother going to die”?

This was the child of the son of a friend. Little Philip was not my flesh and blood; I had never even witnessed his cherubic smile. Yet, my emotions upon learning of the tragedy were a mixture of grief, wishing I could do something for my good buddy and his family, and asking the question, why? Attending the Funeral and watching the tiny coffin being carried down the aisle of the Church was difficult to bear. Listening to the heartwarming eulogy of Little Philip’s uncle, the brother of the little guys father, made me cry – absolutely no shame in expressing my emotions. You’re in heaven now “Little Philip” – watch over your family.

Sandy left many of the Long Island and New York City areas where I have lived, played, visited, dined, and just thoroughly enjoyed in devastation. Me personally though – just extremely lucky to have been spared with nothing more than a power outage for 4-5 days at my home in Farmingville, Long Island; and having the benefit of a son’s condo close by which was absolved a power outage from Sandy’s savage attack. My golden retriever pup, Sloopy, and I were able to spend five nights there with virtually little if any discomfort.

Watching the news telecasts in Sandy’s aftermath, I questioned what the New York metropolitan area could have done differently to be better prepared for the confluence of weather conditions which wreaked such extreme havoc on the greatest City in the world and surrounding communities, stretching southerly below Atlantic City, New Jersey and with an easterly expanse to Montauk Point on Long Island.

On Long Island alone, 100,000  homes and businesses were lost, while over two million people (about one million Long Island Lighting Company customers) sought light from candles, flashlights, and other battery powered appurtenances, and heat from fireplaces. Those with generators were much more fortunate. Where is that generator of mine? Oh yeah you dopey bastid, you never bought one.

I pray for my buddy Phil, his wife, son, daughter in law, granddaughters and the whole family of Little Philip. I also ask God’s help for those Sandy victims who were much less fortunate than me.

I do believe that “the sun will come out tomorrow.”

Lou’s good friend from Manhattan College, Joe Carriero

Mickey, Duke, or Willie?

New York baby boomers bled for the centerfielder trio.
Mickey, Duke, and Willie played the game with zesty baseball brio.
Their homers and great catches were the magic of our days.
Could 50s kids have better idols that Mantle, Snider, Mays?
Joe D was gone; no lonely eyes would turn to him.
Ted Williams still was hitting great, but the Red Sox didn’t win.
Stan was still the Man, but Saint Loo was way far west.
So we all were sure “the City’s” “8s” were better than the rest.
Yes, Hank and Banks had started strong, but weren’t yet sublime.
Killer and Clemente? They were young’uns as were Matthews and Kaline.
If pitching was your pleasure, Newk or Ford might turn you on.
Or Roberts, Feller, Pierce, or Wynn, or maybe Warren Spahn.
Yog and Campy were our awesome “2s” both three times MVP,
But didn’t have charisma like the centerfielders three.
Tremendous power and blazing speed were skills possessed by Mick
Whose tape-measure blasts and winning looks made him the favorite pick.
The Duke of Flatbush and Brooklyn’s King was Edwin Donald Snider.
So many loved the Silver Fox, a consistent run provider.
Basket catches and hatless hustle were the marks of Say Hey Mays,
Whose showmanship wowed many fans making Willie quite the craze.
To sum things up, it would have been an error, very silly
To choose a baseball hero not named Mickey, Duke, or Willie.

- Joe Carriero

Shawn Posillic , A LOU SAULINO FAN, GETS HER PICTURE TAKEN WITH THE AUTHOR, BARNES & NOBLE, SCOTTSDALE, 03.19.12

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Shawn Posillic a commanding officer in The Salvation Army stopped in to buy two books, one for her husband (also a commander in The Salvation Army); and one for a friend’s husband!

 

THIS 83 YEAR YOUNG FAN, SPENT HALF AN HOUR REMINISCING WITH LOU ABOUT 8, CENTER FIELD IN NEW YORK, 1951-1957

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This gentleman played at Ebbets Field and the Polo Grounds when he was in college in the late 1940′s. He was a huge Willie Mays fan.

A YOUNG FAN LOOKING FORWARD TO HIS FIRST SIGNED FIRST EDITION!

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This young fan came in with his mom, very excited about 8 CENTER FIELD IN NEW YORK. She had seen Lou on the Pat McMahon Show that morning!

THIS MAY BE LOU’S FAVORITE PICTURE SO FAR! :)

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Stephanie Sandoval, host of Sonoran Living on ABC 15, poses with Lou for a picture following a successful ten minute interview on the highly rated program!

LOU SAULINO & CAROLE BARTHOLOMEAUX AT THE “WORLD FAMOUS” PINK PONY IN SCOTTSDALE, CELEBRATING A BUSY DAY!

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Lou & Carole Bartholomeaux after a busy day which started with a morning interview with one of the most revered anchors in Arizona broadcasting, Pat McMahon; included a meeting (finally) with Lou’s “WebMistress” Shevon Propst, and finally a book signing at Barnes & Noble, Scottsdale. Lou’s books were so popular, someone tried to steal one!

Sonoran Living on ABC 15. Today at 9!

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