I should probably save this for October (or are they playing it in December these days; I haven’t been keeping up…) when World Series fever (low-grade these days) hits the country again. But these boys of summer seem to be having too much fun reenacting this fateful series of moments leading up to the mind-numbing boner made by the boy of summer pictured above, an experience which I can’t imagine having been much fun at all.
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So, Buckner can’t even go to Africa to escape the disgrace. I guess he had borderline Hall of Fame numbers for his career, but he can’t even go to Africa and live the penetential life of a medical missionary without the shame following right behind. Howl, howl, howl, howl.
Funniest thing ever, thanks.
BJB:
Apparently, though, the Buckster’s taking it all in stride:
http://communities.washingtontimes.com/neighborhood/fade-black/2011/sep/5/road-tripping-bill-buckner/
JOB
Need to see that Curb Your Enthusiasm. Seems like a great guy. Thanks.
I don’t know if I’ve ever rejoiced over someone’s failure more than I did over that event. Of course, I was 13 years old at the time. And God got me back with Norwood.
Which Superbowl (along with nine other Best NYFBG Games Ever) I gave to my sons for their birthday.
Don’t worry, though, I won’t force you to watch it during your visit!
Hee hee!
JOB
The Bills will have an excellent defensive line this year, will go to the Super Bowl and lose to the Seahawks in OT on a missed field goal.
Anyone ever had tea at the Met?
Or played off a tee as a Met?
JOB
No, but I had chow mein at Lee Ho Fuks.
Did you? I think it was discussed.
Well, as someone said to the vicar.
I vaguely detect a Tarts and Vicars motiff here, no?
JOB
If I’d remembered that was who spoke to the vicar, it would have been an even stupider comment.
Hey, I didn’t think think through that last comment, which you could remove please.
It gets spoilt in the telling.
I promise not to titter…
JOB
That is a great article. Anybody interested in the Buckner story (and what sports fan isn’t?) should start here. Thanks, JOB!
I read an anecdote somewhere where Buckner got pretty upset when some kid wanted him to sign a picture of him missing that grounder. Really, could you blame him? People never mention that the Sox went on to lose Game 7.
I have a baseball card of Buckner from the following season wearing an Angels uniform. The significance didn’t really hit me until I found it a few years ago…
There’s also a picture hanging aroundthe internet showing Buckner wearing a wrist brace with the insignia of his last team – and I’m not making this up – the Chicago Cubs!
Thus, the double curse!
JOB