Now we had a game to play. Our Team that day was divided into several teams. Throughout the game all the guys who had driven in the same car to the game kind of hung around each other. And they kept trying to prove their case as to why they won the race. Newhall-Saugus had a good team, they ultimately won their Division and reached the playoffs. They threw their big-gun at us Eric Hiljus. He was a fourth-round draft pick in 1991 and did pitch for four seasons in the Major Leagues. He was a big, tall, hard-throwing right-hander. We lit him up. He was gone by the fourth inning and we almost mercied them on the ten-run-rule.
I was thinking I would be a really smart guy and bring a video camera to the game. You know, use it to show our pitchers some stuff. After the game I had decided I wasn’t such a smart guy and had pretty much decided “no more cameras” at the games.
Why? Well…..let me tell you a little story about Hank. Hank had a great day at the plate that day. He was doing so well that when he came up in about the sixth inning he decided to start “mugging” at the camera that we had behind home plate. Smiling, making different facial expressions. He even did the thing where he smells his armpits and reacts to the smell. I didn’t see any of this shit going on. And because he was so busy posing for the camera crew, Old Hank didn’t see (or hear) the squeeze sign I gave. Whoever was on third base came charging down towards home plate and Hank either took a big rip at it or he took the pitch I can’t remember. Our baserunner was caught in a rundown and did not score or return safely to third. I think the baserunner was Weapon……
After the rundown, the cameraman had the camera RIGHT ON HANK. All of a sudden Hank was no longer in the mood to make faces and smell his armpits for the “viewing audience.” He never looked at the camera the rest of the game. As I am writing this I am laughing out loud!!! We all know what a great competitor Hank is, and let me tell you, I tried to act pissed about it when I saw the tape…….but I couldn’t stay pissed. It may be the funniest video footage I have ever seen. He didn’t tell us at the game that he missed the squeeze sign because he was mugging for the camera….all of that came out when we went home and watched the tape after the game. I remember he was at “The Dome” watching the footage. I tried to act pissed, but when he left I couldn’t stop laughing!!!!! It was priceless!!
I would like to challenge any of the readers out there who think THEY WON “The Saugus 500” to please leave a comment as to just WHY (or how) you won. General and I like to think we won it. Everyone is giving General a hard time about driving up on the sidewalk, but the bottom line is we were the first ones in that parking lot and we were the first ones to cross that line in the dirt. Everyone was trying to say “General cheated” and all of this other BS. You know what I say? I say General did what he had to do to win….VERDUGO STYLE. So let that be a lesson to you boys who sat at the red light and waited for something to happen while General simply MADE IT HAPPEN. I am especially looking forward to hearing what Hank has to say. Not just about the race, but whether or not he took a rip at that pitch or took it when the squeeze sign was on…because I can’t remember, and I can’t find that tape. But know this, if I do find that tape, I will be putting that footage on this blog!!!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh Verdugo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


My memories are fuzzy but I think it was the same game…but here it goes….Don’t forget it was 100 that day and had a late night, so Gee has me in RIGHT FIELD, which resembled the Mojave Desert. At one point in the game, it was so hot, just to screw with Calf (because he did not get much playing time that year), Gee made him play catcher, because it was hot as hell. By this point I was wearing a wet towel under my hat in right field to keep cool. I was also trying to get kicked out of the game so I could get some shade, so I think I had some choice words for the ump on the previous at bat. So the ump notices I have a towel on my head in right field (with the heat waves coming off the field I could not even see home plate, let alone Helen Keller behind home plate), so ump stops the game and wants to know, before he kicks me out, why I have a towel on my head. I have no idea what is going on because I am yelling at the ump to get the game going to mess with him. Without blinking, Calf, now playing catcher, turns to the ump and comes up with a sob story about how I had surgery on my head and I am just now trying to get back out there! The ump let me wear the towel the rest of the game!
Once again, fuzzy memory…but we met Saugus in the first round of the playoffs. With every college scout in the stands, I walked the first 4 guys…hell, it might have been 5, including at hit batsmen after a comment from their dugout. After a quick visit to the mound by ‘ol Gee, and maybe a few choice words of his own to Saugus’ bench, I believe the next 20 in a row went down leading to a 2 hitter…
Ahhh…the good ol days when I could actually throw a baseball.
Great words by Hagge…..
Fucking funny. Keep the stories coming gentlemen………..
Sorry I’ve been slacking a little bit. I’ll have some new material this week.
Believe it or not we’ve had 300 hits on this blog already!! I don’t know who’s reading
it but we’ve obviously got an audience…..so let’s bring on the Verdugo stories for the masses!!!!!!!!