I used to love to watch Charlie Hough pitch when I was a kid. I got his autograph at a game once and, upon meeting him close up,I liked him more because he seemed like a regular guy who just happened to be able to throw nasty knuckle balls.
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Mr_Lee_PHD said:
On that note...
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Dick "Nighttrain" Lane was born here in Austin. Shortly thereafter, his mother left him for dead in a dumpster. Another woman was passing by, heard him crying, and took him in to raise to be a Hall of Fame defensive back for the Detroit Lions (and for a little while, the husband of singer Dinah Washington)...
When I was a kid, the '83 Memphis State tigers were my heroes...especially Keith Lee, Bobby Parks, and the dude with the greatest sports name of all time: "Doom" Haynes
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The_Hook_Up said:
When I was a kid, the '83 Memphis State tigers were my heroes...especially Keith Lee, Bobby Parks, and the dude with the greatest sports name of all time: "Doom" Haynes
Was Andre Turner there yet?
Edit: Googled it...yep, him and William Bedford. Tigers were stacked!
I used to love to watch Charlie Hough pitch when I was a kid. I got his autograph at a game once and, upon meeting him close up,I liked him more because he seemed like a regular guy who just happened to be able to throw nasty knuckle balls.
I once saw Charlie smoking a cigarette in the dugout between innings....dude looked like anything but an athlete!
I used to love to watch Charlie Hough pitch when I was a kid. I got his autograph at a game once and, upon meeting him close up,I liked him more because he seemed like a regular guy who just happened to be able to throw nasty knuckle balls.
Ever see this poem from Bill James? (1987 Baseball Abstract):
"Casey Chases a Knuckler"
Rough, tough, Charlie Hough
All eight innings had his stuff
Floating light from Charlie's cuff
Breaking late and just enough
To keep the scoreboard bare.
And yet, the Mudville fans did dare
To hope that foul would soon turn fair.
A single here, an error there,
Casey stood on deck and glared
At rough, tough Charlie Hough.
Casey snorted, loud and gruff,
"I'll knock that busher on his duff.
Bring him on, I'll call his bluff;
How dare he aim that piece of fluff
At Casey's mighty stick?"
A home run now would tie it quick.
Charlie gave his wrist a flick;
Casey took a mighty lick.
The hearts of Mudville landed sick;
Just three pitches did the trick
From rough, tough, Charlie Hough.
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Apparently the story goes, Richard would be hurling his warmup pitches before the batter would step into the box and he'd scorch a few 90+ MPH strikes across the plate. Then he'd through his last warmup pitch over 100MPH at head height, denting the backstop behind the catcher, rightfully scaring the crap out of any batter that faced him.
His career was cut short by poor management by the Astros staff that neglected the signs of a coming stroke.
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On that note...
Was Andre Turner there yet?
Edit: Googled it...yep, him and William Bedford. Tigers were stacked!
I once saw Charlie smoking a cigarette in the dugout between innings....dude looked like anything but an athlete!
Ever see this poem from Bill James? (1987 Baseball Abstract):
"Casey Chases a Knuckler"
Rough, tough, Charlie Hough
All eight innings had his stuff
Floating light from Charlie's cuff
Breaking late and just enough
To keep the scoreboard bare.
And yet, the Mudville fans did dare
To hope that foul would soon turn fair.
A single here, an error there,
Casey stood on deck and glared
At rough, tough Charlie Hough.
Casey snorted, loud and gruff,
"I'll knock that busher on his duff.
Bring him on, I'll call his bluff;
How dare he aim that piece of fluff
At Casey's mighty stick?"
A home run now would tie it quick.
Charlie gave his wrist a flick;
Casey took a mighty lick.
The hearts of Mudville landed sick;
Just three pitches did the trick
From rough, tough, Charlie Hough.
Apparently the story goes, Richard would be hurling his warmup pitches before the batter would step into the box and he'd scorch a few 90+ MPH strikes across the plate. Then he'd through his last warmup pitch over 100MPH at head height, denting the backstop behind the catcher, rightfully scaring the crap out of any batter that faced him.
His career was cut short by poor management by the Astros staff that neglected the signs of a coming stroke.
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