tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3668066.post8493794980076796687..comments2024-03-28T02:29:37.413-05:00Comments on Bill Crider's Pop Culture Magazine: Phil Rizzuto, R. I. P.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02350478005243505108noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3668066.post-7639037213856210572007-08-15T18:24:00.000-05:002007-08-15T18:24:00.000-05:00I never doubted that Yogi was a right guy, and thi...I never doubted that Yogi was a right guy, and this confirms it. Thanks for the story, Jeff.Cap'n Bobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11783977137812876489noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3668066.post-41748147215074792842007-08-15T08:35:00.000-05:002007-08-15T08:35:00.000-05:00Says a lot about Yogi. I like him even better now....Says a lot about Yogi. I like him even better now.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02350478005243505108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3668066.post-84169180474748233902007-08-15T07:26:00.000-05:002007-08-15T07:26:00.000-05:00I rushed home from school and was in time to catch...I rushed home from school and was in time to catch the last couple of innings of Larsen's perfect game in 1956. Of course, in those days the World Series was played in daytime.<BR/><BR/>Cap'n: at least Yogi & Whitey are still with us. Apparently Yogi was driving over to the nursing home where Rizzuto was living and visiting with him three times a week for the last two years. He didn't make it public until after Phil died.<BR/><BR/>That's a real friend.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3668066.post-48473159653600926222007-08-14T21:50:00.000-05:002007-08-14T21:50:00.000-05:00My father was a big Yankees fan when I was a kid. ...My father was a big Yankees fan when I was a kid. I may have mentioned before that he stayed home from work to watch a World Series game on TV, and the pitcher was Don Larsen. My father always remembered that perfect game.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02350478005243505108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3668066.post-65422699217669796052007-08-14T17:52:00.000-05:002007-08-14T17:52:00.000-05:00One of the few great things about moving to New Yo...One of the few great things about moving to New York State in 1960 was being able to watch Yankee games on TV. I wasn't keen on Red Barber's laconic calls, but hearing Rizzuto, Jerry Coleman, and, later, Joe Garagiola broadcast the games had me in hog heaven. Alas, the days of Mantle, Ford, and Yogi are long gone, and I am not a Yankee fan anymore.Cap'n Bobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11783977137812876489noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3668066.post-2989377121561251332007-08-14T15:44:00.000-05:002007-08-14T15:44:00.000-05:00R.I.P. The Scooter.R.I.P. The Scooter.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3668066.post-34967162760720267262007-08-14T13:58:00.000-05:002007-08-14T13:58:00.000-05:00"No longer willing to carry an aging, seldom-used ..."No longer willing to carry an aging, seldom-used infielder, the team cut him on Old-Timers’ Day."<BR/><BR/>Typical class from the Yankees.Brent McKeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14883838112004433045noreply@blogger.com