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PASSING: Bud Harrelson, January 11, 2024
Derrel McKinley “Bud” Harrelson passed on January 11, 2024 in his home in East Northport, N.Y. of Alzheimer’s disease. Harrelson was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s in 2016 and went public with his malady in 2018.
At the time of his passing Harrelson was a partner in the Long Island Ducks North Atlantic Independent League, Islip, Long Island based team team he helped to found in 2000. The link below tells the story:
One of my earliest trivia questions for my confounded schoolmates was:
Q: What is Bud Harrelson’s real name?
A: Derrel McKinley Harrelson!
No, Bud Harrelson was not related to Ken “Hawk” Harrelson.
Bud Harrelson was signed by the Mets as a free agent in 1963, before the free agent amateur draft which began in 1965, after a year at San Francisco State.
Bud’s professional career began in 1963 with the Salinas Mets in California League A ball. Bud was called up to The Show in September 1965 where he caddied for Roy McMillan.
That very same year Bud began his 5 year hitch in the National Guard for 1 weekend a month which partially accounts for Bud’s relatively low number of games played.
Fielding statistics give Bud short shrift. During his Gold Glove campaign of 1971 his % of chances to league average was a pretty good but not great. However it must be factored in that during his career Harrelson played behind Tom Seaver, Nolan Ryan, Jon Matlack, Jerry Koosman and Tug McGraw all of whom were fastball/K/fly out pitchers.
https://www.baseball-reference.com
Harrelson had a cannon for an arm and could hurl overhand from deep in the hole, whip sidearm from a set position and “shovel,” as Mets broadcaster Lindsey Nelson would put it to the 2nd. bagger for a 6-4-3 twin killing.
Harrelson had offensive value. After the success of Maury Wills, who finally made it to the Dodgers after 1100 minor league games by embracing switch hitting, speedy infielders such as Harrelson and his contemporary Don Kessinger were made into switch hitters during their minor league apprenticeships. Bud drew a good number of walks long before OBA became obsessional.
I recall a neighbor chortling with delight when Bud, hitting lefty, beat out a push bunt.
The 1973 Mets vs. Reds NLCS saw Harrelson gain national attention when the 160 lb. Harrelson clashed with the 200 lb. Pete Rose. The fracas had been precipitated by some verbal jousting following the Mets Game 2 9-2 victory lead by Jon Matlack’s 9 K complete game and Rusty Staub’s 2 HRs.
My brother and I were watching the game on a 12″ black and white TV perched precariously on the counter of Mr. Washington’s Sherwin Williams Main St, Port Washington paint store on a sunny afternoon…back when an NLCS game was still played in the afternoon!
On a double play ball Harrelson and Rose collided and Harrelson and Rose began throwing punches.
To my surprise and delight Harrelson did not back down and the Shea crowd cheered Bud even as the imbroglio was broken up by umpires.
Interestingly enough, neither player was ejected. This is hard to imagine happening in today’s MLB!
https://youtu.be/K8xKLbn04h)s?si=FbSHUy98PFLGb3Ar
What did happen was that Reds skipper Sparky Anderson pulled his team from the field for 20 minutes.
Meanwhile, the Shea loyalists began shouting that Rose was ingesting fecal material and did not cease until manager Yogi Berra, Cleon Jones, Rusty Staub, Tom Seaver and Willie Mays calmed the crowd.
The ‘Ya Gotta Believe’ Mets shocked the Reds and wound up pushing the mighty 1973 A’s to 7 games before going down swinging…just like Bud!
From 1965 until 1975 the Mets were New York’s team, especially on the North Shore of Long Island where a train from my home burg of Port Washington could travel to Shea Stadium in 22 minutes.
As the 70’s stumbled on my interest in baseball cards, street baseball and live games was supplanted by televised games, SPORTS ILLUSTRATED and Steely Dan’s PRETZEL LOGIC. Embarrassment too played a role as I recall an LRY girl telling me that baseball was “so 6th. grade” so I kept my fandom to myself even while rooting for Bud Harrelson and the diminishing number of players who had played for the Miracle Mets and the Ya Gotta Believe Mets.
By 1977 the residue of the Miracle Mets and Ya Gotta Believe had been washed away by the dispatching of Dave Kingman, the auctioning off of Tom Seaver, the passing of Mets’ matriarch and majority owner Joan Payson and the resurgent Yankees who had returned to the Bronx and the 1976 World Series.
From 1977 on the Mets would remain mired in the sub .500 mire of the old N.L. East; absorbing countless pummelings from the Pirates and Phillies until re-emerging as contenders in 1984 under the ownership of Nelson Doubleday.
Fans were few and hostile.
A brief digression…
Anyone who thinks that Joe Torre is a great manager should look at the winning %s of the Mets during his reign. And while this is not entirely Torre’s fault, the dis-invested ownership of Linda DeRoulet, Joan Payson’s sister, surely played a major role, Torre’s management of the careers of Dave Kingman, Joel Youngblood and especially Lee Mazzilli says nothing good about Torre’s talent judgement.
In 1977 my brother and I jumped into a packed Port Washington LIRR car for Tom Seaver’s return to Shea as a Red. It was not lost on me that Harrelson had been Tom Seaver’s roommate and that Bud and Pete Rose had been combatants.
When Seaver took the mound an ovation erupted such as nothing I have heard before or since. Seaver stepped off the mound and tipped his cap, which only lengthened the ovation.
Jerry Koosman toed the slab for the Mets. Harrelson, Ed Kranepool and Jerry Grote were penciled into the lineup by Brooklynite Joe Torre.
Of course Harrelson got a hit, of course Ed Kranepool launched a sacrifice fly that proved to be the only run tallied by the Amazins’ and of course Jerry Koosman took the loss.
…but you already knew that…
During spring training in 1978 Harrelson was dispatched to the Phillies for “prospect” Fred Andrews. Harrelson spent 1978 and 1979 with the Phillies spelling the defensively challenged Dave Cash.
In 1980 the Phillies released Harrelson making him a free agent who wound up playing out the string with the Texas Rangers.
As a Ranger Harrelson returned to short where he platooned with the immortal Pepe Frias and played alongside fellow Flushing refugees Rust Staub and Jon Matlack before retiring…but not before hitting his 7th. HR in 5515 PAs!
Harrelson was far from done with baseball and re-emerged as the Mets 1st. base coach and occasional TV commentator for WWOR 9.
In 1984 Bud piloted the short season, 75 games, Little Falls Mets, to 1st. place with a squad featuring future Mets Kevin Elster, Shawn Abner and David West, to a 44-31 record and being named New York-Penn League Manager of the Year.
Harrelson at this point was still on my radar screen as Bud morphed into a company man for the Flushing fiefdom.
1985 found Harrelson at the helm of the of the South Atlantic A ball Columbia Mets which featured future phenom Gregg Jefferies while earning a 79-57 record. During the season Bud bounced to Flushing where he replaced Bobby Valentine who moved to Texas on Davey Johnson’s coaching staff.
1986 saw Harrelson as the 3rd. base coach chasing Ray Knight to home plate in Shea Stadium in the epochal Game 6 of the 1986 World Series.
…Please go to the home page for this blog enter ‘A Night to Remember’ in the Search function for my account of Game 6 while managing Our House in Allston, MA…
Q: Who is the only Met to be in uniform for both the 1969 and 1986 World Series champions?
A: Bud Harrelson!
Sure it is a bit of a trick question but I was still in my 20s!
In 1990 Harrelson replaced Davey Johnson who had gone 20-22 42 games into that season and got the Mets to 91 wins, their 7th. consecutive winning season, although not enough to catch the pre-wild card Bonds, Bonilla, Drabek Buccos of the Jim Leyland era.
1991 saw a near total collapse as Darryl Strawberry went to the Dodgers while Frank Viola and Dwight Gooden failed to repeat their respective 20 and 19 win seasons of 1990 respectively.
As loyal readers of the NEW YORK POST knew there was a significant public dust-up with David Cone that accompanied this plunge. With 2 weeks left in the season and a 74-80 record Harrelson was relieved of his duties and replaced by Mike Cubbage.
At that point Harrelson fell from my radar screen although he was a partner in the Wilmington Blue Rocks, an affiliate of the Kansas City Royals.
Harrelson began blipping again when USA TODAY announced that the Atlantic League of Professional Baseball had placed a team in Islip, Long Island on the footprint of the old Islip Speedway whose Figure 8 track Demolition Derby was featured frequently ABC’s Wide World of Sports. to be called the Long Island Ducks; not to be confused with the Long Island Ducks of the American Hockey league who played for many years in Commack at the Island Arena. Harrelson was the manager as well as an owner for the Ducks maiden voyage.
Harrelson was a Vice President, owner as well as the manager in the Ducks’ 2000 inaugural season and remained as a coach until his 2016 diagnosis of Alzheimer’s Disease. Harrelson retired from baseball in 2018.
Many times Harrelson referred to the founding of the Long Island Ducks as his proudest accomplishment. During his time with the Ducks Harrelson resided in East Northport in Long Island’s Suffolk County where he was well know for being neighborly and his many charitable doings.
Bud Harrelson’s passing effected me far more severely than the passing of Tom Seaver via dementia although both passings were sadly foreseeable.
Bud Harrelson’s saga almost perfectly matched mine…
Baseball cards…getting to The Show…the Miracle Mets…the Ya Gotta Believe Mets…baseball is so 6th. grade…the decline of the Mets franchise from ’77 through ’83…the triumph of Harrelson chasing Ray Knight home with the winning run in game 6 of the 1986 World Series…the maddening ’90’s…minor league management…founding and owning the Long Island Ducks…and passing from Alzheimer’s.
…Bud Harrelson will missed by this narrator for as long as I have left to go...
HAIKU 5*7*5* Dying baseball cards
Farewell, Bob Locker
My baseball cards are dying
It is no shocker
SPORTS: Steven Gallanter: Superstar
Tetherball
Box ball
Kickball
Punchball
Self-hitting baseball
Wiffle ball
Stickball
Softball
Pitching baseball
Nerf baseball
Tennis racquet baseball
Driveway basketball
Nerf basketball
Horse basketball
Around-the-world-basketball
Touch football on concrete/blacktop
Touch football on grass
Flag football
Backyard tackle football
Indoor tackle football
Indoor Olympics
Soccer
Indoor soccer
Tennis
Handball
Chinese handball
Bicycle races
Foot races
Badminton
Volleyball
Sneaker hockey
Street hockey
Floor hockey
Golf
Croquet
Paddle ball
Wrestling
Slap boxing
Boxing
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All of the above were played prior to my turning 13 and without the benefit of adult blessing or supervision.
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Needing 1 to win
Awkward shooting mechanics
Heaving rattles in
CHANGE: Dorothy’s Costume Boutique, 1947-2020
Dorothy’s Costume Boutique located at 190 Mass. Ave, NEVER Massachusetts Avenue, will be closing on June 30, 2020 after 73 years in business.
I stopped by to listen to Jon Diamond, the son of the founders about the history of this Fenway institution. I am greeted by a cash register sprouting more buttons and levers than I can count.
“Perhaps it is of World War II vintage? I ask Mr. Diamond?
“It is my grandparents.”
“When was this store founded?”
“My parents…
“Not a parent company …”
“Ha, ha. Yes, my folks Dorothy and Harold. It was kind of like Bernie and Phyl’s. A family business.”
…Mexican sweaters, Afro wigs, digital watches…
“What was the original concept?”
“We were a millinery in the neighborhood. Kind of an alternative to downtown. We also had costume jewelry.”
…a dozen faceless, eyeless Styrofoam ovals peer down from a shelf just below the ceiling bedecked with a variety of headwear…
“So you were always alternative?”
Mr. Diamond looked over his shoulder while straightening out the necklaces perched precariously above the watches and laughed.
“One thing we’ve been able to do is retain our core business.”
“Yes, I can still see that you sell a lot of hats.”
“Yes, and we’ve branched out into other stuff.”
“That’s OK I can put back the makeup,” Jon said as 2 guests were leaving with a cart chock to the brim with hats, wigs and a cornucopia of theatrical makeup.
The gentleman dressed up with a COVID-19 mask with a Jolly Roger death’s head moved to the back where Jon and I stood and actually returned the merchandise!
“Yeah, I guess you could say that… Hey, please pay attention to the customers, puh-leaze,” said Mr. Diamond with the 1/2 grimace 1/2 smile used so often by folks engaged in the direct supervision of staff in customer service venues.
“What qualities do you look for in employees?”
“They have to be honest, energetic, learn the stock and be able to run a register. You’ve gotta be able to engage with people all of the time with a smile and you can’t be too sensitive. She, [Mr. Diamond gives a head nod], is a good worker but she gets upset too easily. You can’t take things personally. She’s been working here for 3 years and she just doesn’t talk with customers as much as she should.”
“When did you start working here?”
“I was in grade school. I worked downstairs in stock and tagged merchandise. My brother Rich worked here too.”
“What was the neighborhood like then?”
“Black. This whole stretch of Mass. Ave. from Boylston all the way to the end of Mass. was black.”
“All of the real estate ads say ‘Back Bay’ now. I used to live at 4 Symphony Rd. for $25 a week for a furnished room. It seems the Fenway doesn’t even exist as a neighborhood.”
“Definitely, this was pre-gentrification. A lot of what is now called the South End was called Roxbury for years. Boylston Linen was next door and there was Symphony Deli…”
“Symphony Deli became Dixie Kitchen.”
You’ve got a good memory. There was the Bostonian Market, which became City Sports.”
“What was your clientele like?
“Well, women looking for hats and costume jewelry. And we always had neighborhood folks and Berklee, Conservatory and Northeastern students. Black women came by for wigs.
We added theatrical make-up in 1985.”
“For the drag queens?”
“Ha ha. Yes, and we had kids from the drama departments of the schools so we just expanded our inventory.
We’re a mid mark-up store. We try to keep things affordable.
In 1988 we doubled the size of the store by taking over the Boylston Linen slot next door.”
“I’ve always come in even for just a few minutes to look at what have you and about once a month make a purchase.”
“Yes, we’ve always had neighborhood semi-regular customers. That goes to what I’m talking about when I’m talking about our core.”
“You used to sell underwear and T-shirts.”
“Wife beaters..”
“You mean spousal disablers.”
“Ha ha. Well A-shirts and socks. The problem was that street people would come in buy 1 and walk with one and we were spending all of our time watching them even when the underwear were tucked in the back so it got to where it wasn’t worth it.”
“So where do you get your stuff?”
“I buy a lot of close-outs in clothing and visit vintage store quite a bit. For other stuff, [waving his hand around the store] I use specialty sales reps. Facebook, Instagram, whatever.”
…fishnet stockings, stocking caps in June, devils and angels for Halloween…
“You know the very first time I was here was in my first summer here in the Fenway back in 1979. I was across the street and I heard disco coming from an open door so I walked across the street and looked in. I couldn’t believe what I saw…a bunch of punks trying on dog collars and buying black bandanas. Then I looked to the back of the room and saw Afro wigs. I couldn’t believe it!”
Jon looked up from the sunglasses he was re-arranging and laughed.
“A lot of musical trends have been outfitted here you know with Berklee and this area once had a lot of musicians living here.
“My folks were involved until 1984. I bought out Rich in 2007.”
“Who is the landlord here?”
“Christian Science has always been the landlord. This building is from the 19th. century. it is far from ‘green.’
“Is Christian Science a good landlord?”
Stepping out from behind the jewelry counter Jon grimaces.
“Well we’ve gone from $600 to $6000 in rent.”
“Is the building maintained?”
Jon gives me a sour look, gives a hand signal to the cashier on duty and takes a deep breath, “No, they do as little as possible.”
I have improved the building, which is not my job. I added the awning in 2004 and in 2000 took out the lay-in ceiling and exposed the original ceiling which is a lot nicer.”
Indeed the pressed tin ceiling is a nice look.
“But now that they know we are leaving they let me out of the lease which ran until 2022.”
…camouflage jackets, ergonomic backpacks, Pride flags…
“You know on Halloween the line stretches around the corner.”
Jon straightens up from picking a piece of paper from the floor and smiles.
“Yes, ever since we doubled the size of the store it has only gotten bigger. We have all kinds of costumes, toys, hats and just about whatever anyone could want for Halloween.
“I’ve seen you guys on TV.”
Jon says nothing but gives me his best fake smile…and I laugh!
…American flags, MAGA hats, Uncle Sam Hats…
“So, why are you closing?”
“It’s everything. COVID-19, Amazon, no Red Sox.”
“Yeah, I remember when the Sox won you had Red Sox T’s in the window.”
“Definitely. The Sox, Pats, when the Celtics and Bruins win, there is always a lot of interest. I always root for us to win a championship every year!
…I spy a dour Bill Belichick mask…
St. Patty’s is my 2nd. biggest holiday. 4/20, tourists in town buy Boston t-shirts all the time. The Sox not playing has hurt us not just for the Sox but for foot traffic.
I have colored contact lenses I would be selling. They are a hot product right now.”
“I know I’ve seen them at the club.
So is COVID-19 why you’re closing?”
“Yes, that and Amazon. Once Amazon got on phones it got very tough.
COVID-19 is the big one. I’m over 65 so I’m in the high risk group and with business the way it is.”
Jon shrugged his shoulders and gave a half smile.
“So what is the future?”
“Maybe I’ll open up a pop-up across the street.”
“One week a month!”
Jon and I laugh.
Many will miss Dorothy’s.
I among them.
CHANGE: 2019 remix, 10 signs of aging
1) You are 427 in dog years.
2) ‘Great uncle’ is a phase and phrase you are looking forward to.
3) You see your co-workers glued to their phones and marvel at the changes in socializing.
4) You hear your co-workers discussing the sensual appeal of their roommate’s ex-supervisor and marvel at the lack of changes in socializing.
5) You take pride in walking faster than folks half of one’s own age.
6) You have worked close to 7400 bar shifts.
7) You receive a birthday gift about the 1969 Miracle Mets, realizing that the 50 years that have passed make this the equivalent of talking about Babe Ruth…in 1969.
8) You are not a ‘dog person’ but now wonder if perhaps you have missed out on something.
9) Japan? Ireland? Ghana? Bucket list destination trips?
10) You wonder if maybe ‘it’s just me,’ or is it that women over 50 are looking better as of late?
Hmmm…
Patriots Parade, February 5, 2019
“So you’re a Pats fan?”
“Actually I’m more baseball and basketball.”
“What are your favorite sports?”
“Bicycling and lifting weights”
“No, I mean to watch…”
Ugh.
Nothing could have dampened the good cheer of Tuesday’s 1.5 million fans lining Boylston St. for what has come to be almost an annual ritual; the Duck Boats carrying another Boston champion team to be cheered by adoring fans.
However, not to put too fine a point on it but I found the inquiry by my fellow reveler a tad disquieting in that he assumed, always a risky proposition, that “favorite sports,” referred to watching rather than taking part.
Once upon a time I was an awkward chubby, pre-pubescent rooting for the Mets, Jets and Rangers, transfixed by the low definition grays of our trusty General Electric 12″ black and white.
Watching a Mets game before bedtime inspired the next day’s self-hitting 3-on-3 baseball game on the dead end of North Bayles Ave. in the Port Washington, N.Y. of my boyhood.
The time I spent watching was greatly exceeded by the time spent I playing. I wanted to BE a player.
Today’s fan wants to LOOK like a player as in one of the innumerable Patriots’ jerseys that cloaked the masses along Boylston St.
My fandom inspired activity rather than sloth.
It seems to me to me that we have a classic case of ‘wag the dog’ when watching comes to mind rather than doing when it comes to all manner of activity and sport. The soft, bloated bodies of young folks seem to be the mainstream of today.
This comes in spite of, or maybe because of, the wide availability of sugarless, low fat and vegan products and the easy availability of instruction in all manner of sports and fitness.
Life is doing.
Fandom is fine as an inspiration and motivation.
What is not so fine is that young folks are more sedentary than folks of earlier generations.
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METS
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SUPER BOWL XLIX: New England Patriots 28, Seattle Seahawks 24…passing the test
Q: Why did the student wear his Seattle Seahawks N.F.L. gear to his test?
A: Because he wanted to pass.
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