A.M radio & ahh yes beisbol. me gusta mucho.

timmy.jpgThis is a pic of Tim Flannery and me. Tim was a very cool second baseman for the San Diego Padres back in the 80's. He used to hustle like Charlie Hustle himself. Yeah that's right--he was the Pete Rose of San Diego without all those messy bookies that seemed to keep popping up during Pete's tenure in the major leagues. Tim used to take one for team. He really didn't care if he got beaned by a pitch. In fact some folks said he would actually lean right into a pitch to take a base. He was the 3rd base coach of the Pads until he got fired last year. He seems to speak his mind and the politicos at the top hate that sort of thing. They want you to tow the company line. I think the best time I ever had with Tim was up at his surf camp north of Santa Barbara. The playoffs were in full swing and we had just gotten out of the water and the sun was setting over Hollister Ranch. All we had was A.M. radio and hearing Tim comment on the game was goose bump inducing. He was telling me what was going to happen before it happened. Simply amazing. Plus, he makes a good rum and coke. Tim now has a radio show on 1090 am after the Padre games and he has crazy callers and musical guests. My friends Berkley Hart were on it last week as well as myself. I think I made up a song called 3 Hits In A Row that pissed off some folks. Tim's partner is a big jock named coach John Quintera. He is a lovely man who is just discovering music. This is the only sports talk show I know of that has musical guests and poets. Lizzie Wann recites poems about baseball every week and musicians sing songs. This annoys a few callers because they just want to talk about the game. I love it! Thanks Tim. By the way--did I mention that my beloved Padres are in first place? They even beat the Red Sox last night. (sorry Joe Daly but you got us the night before. Hats of to Pedro and Wells for a great old fashioned pitching duel) Ever since I was a little kid, I remember talking baseball with my father. If we were pulling weeds outside then we'd be listening to the Dodger game on the radio. Vin Scully would paint a beautiful picture and I would ask my dad all kinds of questions about the game. It took me so long to understand a sacrifice in baseball. I didn't understand why a guy would purposely bunt and get out to advance a runner. My dad would patiently try to explain it to me and I would get angry and say "well, if he had swung the bat, he may have gotten a hit and we wouldn't have 1 out. I think it's stupid dad!" My pops would just laugh and try to explain it to me again. I now finally get it Dad. Thanks for all of those lessons. I still think A.M. radio is the best way to enjoy a game. Check out Tim Flannery's music at timflannery.com
Happy summer to you all Steven" field of dreams" Poltz