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A Few Words from “THUNDER”…….

Posted: June 12, 2011 in 1992, 1993, Behind the Scenes, Thunder
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As our reunion approaches….I think we’re ALL doing a little reminiscing.  Thanks for your words Thunder.

In a reminiscent state…

 

Well, it’s that time of year again and it’s my favorite time of the year.  Not because summer is upon us and good times are sure to be had.  No, it’s because the College World Series is about to begin.  While watching the Super Regionals yesterday something came over me.  I think I finally realized why this time of year and the College World Series brings such joy to me.  It’s because I’m watching, essentially, a bunch of kids play their hearts out and leaving it all on the field.  A lot like we did during our Legion 288 seasons.  Most of the guys in the College World Series will never see another game after their last in the “The Series” and for most, their last game will be the most memorable.  Watching the ASU Vs. Texas game yesterday I caught myself drifting off into thoughts of Little League Baseball and American Legion.  The best and most vivid memories I have (With the exception of the birth of my daughter) are of my times in Little League and American Legion.  My wife caught me looking at the TV but she knew I wasn’t watching the game. I was in my own head recounting times spent on the ball field and remembering the incredible friends I made along the way and the coaches, players and parents that helped shape my life in the process.  My wife turned to me and said “Hon, what are you thinking about”? I turned to her and simply said “Baseball, it’s fucking AWESOME”.

 

I spent the rest of the day on the Verdugo 288 Blog and I swear I must have read 75% of the blog. Some of the stories I had read before but purposely searched for them because I remember them striking a cord with me.  I stumbled upon the post “Harry Leroy (Insert My Last Name Here)” Posted: February 9, 2011.  The post was about Gee’s grandfather who passed on his love of the game to Gee who ultimately passed his love of the game on to all that read this blog.  The story brought me back to a memory of a man who in three days one summer when I was 6 years old sparked the love of the game in me and ultimately instilled the philosophy that when your are between the lines everything else in life just seems to fade away and nothing else matters.  His name was Orville and I’m sure he has long since passed away as he was the neighbor of my Great Grandmother and at the time he was probably about 60 years old.  Now I could go into a long story about those three days playing for hours with only a broken wooden bat one old baseball and one really old glove.  However, that’s not what this post is about, it’s about remembering the love of the game and those we came across during those seasons whom we will never forget. 

 

My wife could sense I was in a reminiscent state and she quietly got up and left the living room.  She returned about 20 minutes later said “Come in the guest room”.  She had an old dusty box open and two Jerseys laid out on the bed my Glendale City Employees jersey from Little League and my Verdugo 288 Legion jersey.  I was overcome with emotion and more and more memories came flowing in.  In the box, believe it or not, was the glove and ball Orville had given me at the conclusion of out three days together.  That glove and ball, along with those two jerseys are all I will ever need to remind me of my love for the greatest game on earth BASEBALL!! 

 

I look forward to seeing all you guys at the reunion.  Between now and then I hope you all take some time to get lost in the memories of the game.  “Baseball, it’s fucking AWESOME”.

 

I want to thank my wife Jessica for her support and for encouraging me to get into the Blog and to reconnect with the “Guys”.  Most of all thanks for realizing these seasons were not just a bunch of games, it was life.   And life was GOOD!

 

Ahhh!!

 
Regards,
Dave Fielder

 

Have You Seen This Man???

Posted: April 22, 2011 in 1990, 1991, 1992, 1993, General
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I finally touched base last night with THE GENERAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!  General confessed that (believe it or not) he STILL has not logged onto our BLOG here…but has promised to be making an appearance soon…signing in…and RSVP’ing for the Official Verdugo Bash!!!  The picture here was taken in 1993….and just a couple of hours before Thunder made his famous LEAP over the Crespi catcher for the walk-off, dogpile victory!!!!  Yes, even during the heat of a battle our players and coaches would have to stop for a moment and smile for the many camera-wielding fans who followed our every move back in those days!!!! 

The General told me to wish everyone well.  He also said that even to this very day….he still prefers the “Flatbill” look on his caps.  “Yeah,” he said….”there was just something about that flatbill I wore that just ANGERED our opponents…..so I stuck with it.”

So don’t even try to ask The General to “Hook that bill” at the Reunion……..”Old Flatbill” he shall remain!!!!!!

Softening in My Old Age????

Posted: April 18, 2011 in 1990, 1991, 1992, 1993, Bir-Dawg, Calf, Chandler, Evan, Hack, McBride, Moreno, Sammy, Turner, Vic, Yves
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You know, I’ve had all kinds of people who have known me through the years say that to me….”You must be softening a little in your old age.”  OUCH!!  That hurts!  Well, maybe I am A LITTLE….but I’m STILL GEE!!!  I mean, even when my wife tells me “You swear too much”…..I always tell her “The HELL I do!!!!”

Even HACK noticed it in an email he sent me.  We were talking about airfare to the Reunion.  I said something like “we’ll find a way to get you there.”  What did HACK say?  “You must be softening a little in your old age.  A more typical Verdugo response would have been ‘We’ll hi-jack a plane for you.'”

Yeah…I guess he’s right.  Maybe I am.  And I’ll try to keep all the sentimentality out of this Blog……at least until AFTER this post!!!  This story is for those of you out there who haven’t said the magic words….”I’m IN!!!”  Maybe you’re thinking…”why are we doing this?” or “what’s the point?” ……..well…..read this story and tell me what you think…..

I will never forget the image in my head of Bir-Dawg rounding first base with a clenched fist in the air as he hit a TITANIC three-run shot on a Sunday night game at Stengel Field against Notre Dame in 1993.  We trailed 7-0 and Bir-Dawgs blast made it 7-6.  I had been thrown out of the game and got to watch most of this one from the stands.  Let me tell you something……..that was THE GREATEST GAME Verdugo Hills ever played.  And I can’t wait to TELL YOU WHY it was the GREATEST GAME WE EVER PLAYED in a later post!!!  But let me tell you….Bir-Dawgs SHOT….and the vivid images I can still see of EVERY SINGLE PLAYER coming out of the dugout to mob him at home plate still, to this very day, raise the hairs on the back of my neck every single time I think about it.

I will never forget Robb Turner at bat in the bottom of the seventh inning against Notre Dame in 1992.  A game that we were trailing 6-0.  There were couple of guys on base.  Turner came to the plate FURIOUS.  He had been called out on strikes twice in that game on horrible calls.  We were down…and still talking shit!!  Turner was like a Bull in a China Shop at the plate.  Snorting, digging in….fouling shit off.  The count was 3-2.  He swung at everything.  He was NOT gonna let anyone call him out on strikes again that night.  He waited…he waited…fouled everything off he could…and then on the 13th PITCH of the at-bat he JACKED a ball that went at least 450 feet.  Think about that…the THIRTEENTH PITCH of the at-bat.  And as Turner rounded the bases….he verbally unloaded on everyone on the Notre Dame squad within earshot of him.  Yeah, “The Reverend” was screaming from his pulpit that night!!!!!!!!!

I will never forget a game in 1990 we lost 10-9.  We only had NINE GUYS at the game.  VIC couldn’t make it.  He had been telling me ALL WEEK he wouldn’t be able to make the game.  I tried like hell to get him there…but what could I say when he said “Gee, I gotta study for finals.”  This is what a great kid he was.  Forget about all the heroics he pulled off on the field for us.  He, like ALL Verdugo players…was a fucking GREAT KID.  And he told me “Gee, I gotta study for finals.”  And I accepted it.  Let me tell you this ….I will NEVER FORGET that in the second or third inning I looked over towards our dugout and THERE HE WAS putting on his cleats.  All he said was “I couldn’t let you guys down.”………..Let me tell you something people……I WILL NEVER FORGET THAT.  Not only did he show up, he drove himself out to Woodland Hills that day and found the field on his own………..

I will never forget that very same day we lost 10-9 in Woodland Hills finishing the game with only EIGHT Guys on the field.  Well, actually SEVEN and a HALF.  Our second baseman, Sammy was injured.  He couldn’t move one of his wrists.  Yet he stayed on the field.  And he was hurting BAD.  Here was a guy who never complained about anything so I knew that if he told me he was hurt he wasn’t kidding.  Yet he stayed on the field.  And on the final pitch of the game….when we had no one in right field…there he was….laying it all out for us (just like he always did)….DIVING for that ball that fell in to defeat us…risking even further injury.  Yeah, I will NEVER FORGET the effort he gave for us that day……and the effort WE ALL GAVE…even though we came up short.  Sammy was a total Verdugo Warrior!

I will never forget the charge we made in ’92 to finally clinch a playoff spot.  I think of TWO balls that were hit that final game where we clinched against Fat Bitch from Sun Valley…after he had vowed to dominate us the next time we played.  TWO balls that were hit that knocked him out of the game (in the third inning).  One was off the bat of CALF….and the other off the bat of YVES!!!!!  YVES hit one of the hardest balls we hit all-season off of that hard-throwing fatso.  I think that those TWO balls that were hit were the exclamation points that said “We’re IN” (the playoffs).   That’s right…I WILL NEVER FORGET.

I will never forget the game “White” Chandler threw against Burbank for our first win in 1990.  Chandler was emotional, hard-throwing and was coming off a not-so-great season at Burbank High.  But he did throw a gem in our season final at Burbank High…and I was wondering how long he could ride that wave.   As it turns out…he rode that wave quite a long time.  Because he was pretty much unbeatable the rest of his Legion/High School career.  Got drafted in the 49th round by the Royals.  I will never forget the front row seat I had to watch him develop into what he became.  I got to see him throw all of his emotions out the window and become one of the most poised pitchers I have ever seen……and “White”…if you’re out there reading this…..thanks.  I’ll NEVER forget.

I’ll never forget McBride.  How he lit a fire for our ballclub that will always burn with his profanity-laced tirade against Fat jody.  One of the defining moments of Verdugo-lore.  And by the way…he didn’t get thrown out of the game for all the four-letter words, either.  Throwing his glove into our dugout, kicking bats, batting helmets, waving his arms around and screaming.  We were lucky that day…the Ump was a reasonable guy….and he came to the conclusion that McBride was RIGHT.  Contrary to public opinion….it was VERDUGO who actually had the good kids…and we usually didn’t throw the first punch.  But if someone did, they found out in a hurry that getting into a game of BENCH JOCKEYING with us was not a very wise decision.  McBride wanted to wear number 14…..and so did “White” Chandler…so what did McBride do?  He wore number 14 and a HALF!!!  McBride…We’ll NEVER forget!!

I’ll never forget Yvan Moreno in the playoff game against Chatsworth in 1992.  The Umps had already thrown three guys out of the game.  Yet the Warriors from Verdugo stepped it up big time.  Lance Evans came off of the bench and PITCHED WITH A BROKEN ARM.  I will talk about that in greater detail in a later post.  But it was Moreno, the quiet kid, the guy who never said too much who came of age on this day.  We trailed 5-0…..then they threw three guys out of the game.  Yet in TRUE Verdugo-style..we rallied to take the lead 6-5.  When we took the lead…Moreno had made it to third base on a crazy play where he just flat-out took off on his own.  I was yelling “Get Back!!!”  but Moreno was possessed.  The throw beat him by ten feet and he just jarred the ball out of the third baseman’s glove when he came in HARD!!!!  Moreno was safe…the crowd was going wild and he was just feeding off of it.  I had never seen this kid show even a trace of emotion in two seasons with us.  Yet there he was …..standing on third base…staring down Chatsworth’s shit-talking POS third-baseman.  All of a sudden…the shit-talking third baseman didn’t have anything to say.  It was Moreno doing the talking….or the screaming I should say.  “Get the fuck away from Me!!!!!!  It’s 1-0 VERDUGO….get the fuck away from me I’m gonna stuff you in that trash can!!!!!!!!!!!”

That piece of shit third baseman didn’t just believe Moreno…he was CONVINCED.  He backed up close to the left field grass.  I will NEVER FORGET the way I felt at that exact moment.  Everything that I wanted to say myself was being said by my own players!!!!!!!  I didn’t have to say anything.  I will NEVER forget that moment……..and I just wanted to say to Yvan……Thanks!!!!!!!  And to all of you for the fight we gave them that day………….

Most of the guys I have mentioned here have not said the magic words “I’m IN”………

If what we did 20 years ago didn’t mean anything at the time I can see how it wouldn’t matter now.  But from the brief stories I have mentioned here (and I have plenty more) it is obvious that what we did way back then DID indeed mean something. 

I know this…I WILL NEVER FORGET.

And I know, you haven’t forgotten either……

I’ll see you guys at the Reunion.  And don’t forget to SUBSCRIBE to this BLOG!!!!!

The “Wiley” Jackson’s “Tough Knuckler”……

Posted: February 27, 2011 in 1992, 1993, Wiley
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I’m sorry.  I’ve made it a point through the years to NEVER single out anyone on our team(s) as “the greatest” at anything.  I just don’t think it would be fair to say that any ONE guy in particular was “The Greatest” hitter, player, or pitcher we ever had.  And in regard to that, I won’t.  But I’m sorry.  I have to finally single ONE GUY out as “The Greatest.”  I am giving him the tag as “The greatest RAGGER to ever wear a Verdugo Uniform.”  And I’m sure no one would dispute it….and you guys know who I’m talking about…The “Wiley” Jackson. 

Wiley was one of two players to first break away from the Glendale Legion team and come over and play for us in 1992.  The other, was of course Lance Evans.  Wiley was not the greatest player, but soon after joining us he had created a role for himself.  His job was to simply get in every head of every member of the opposition he could.  And….he did.  Here we are in 2011….18 years later…….and I’m sure if Fat Jody saw ‘Ol Wiley walking down the street today someone would have to hold Fat Jody back from trying to kill Wiley.  There was a certain FINALITY with Wiley’s rags.  We will mention some of his brutal rags in a future post.

Wiley played two seasons for us.  He pitched in a total of six games during the regular seasons in ’92 and ’93.  I never kept any of the playoff stats…and I know he got hit hard in one playoff game.  But he was crucial in ’92.  We had great pitching that season…but we were not DEEP in pitching, especially after Evans got hurt and missed the last 10 games of the season.  So there were some key games that Wiley had to step in and keep the Verdugo ball rolliing….and that’s EXACTLY what he did for us. 

I’ve heard people say that “there is no such thing as a crafty right-hander.  There are only crafty left-handers.”  Bullshit I say.  Wiley was about as crafty as it got.  Every pitch he threw kind of went down and away from a right hander…and he would change speeds.  Then he would change his arm angle a little bit.  Then he would screw around with different grips on the ball.  He may have tried to change speeds, grips and arm angles but the RESULT of just about every pitch he threw was the same.  And nobody ever figured it out.  And he probably topped out on the Juggs gun at about 77 mph.  But he threw strikes and got ahead of people, and he battled….Verdugo style.

Even from the bench we would help him out…trying to sell the opposition that Wiley had a “tough knuckler” in his arsenal.  I think Wiley loved it.  He kept throwing the same pitch…and the guys in our dugout kept selling everyone that the next pitch old Wiley threw was going to be that “tough knuckler.”  I would even see Wiley screwing around with a knuckler when he was playing catch between his appearances on the mound for us……but I don’t think he ever used it in a game.  But he loved having the label as the guy with the “tough knuckler.”  He would even HOLD the ball while he was off the rubber like a knuckler just to get in their heads a little..but never would throw one.

Then…around the sixth or seventh inning…the other team would finally realize “hey wait a minute…this guy doesn’t even HAVE a knuckler.”  And we would start selling from the bench that he would be bustin’ out that knuckler soon….and how he only uses it if he NEEDS to use it.  And the other team would continue to believe again that maybe just indeed “Ol Wiley actually did have a knuckler.  And they would believe because he was getting guys out, we usually had a big lead at this point in the game, and really…if he DID have a “tough knuckler”….he certainly had no reason to use it…..he had been getting guys out with the same pitch the whole game!!!!

So the other team never really knew FOR SURE whether or not ‘Ol Wiley even had a “tough knuckler.”  Then, when there was only one or two outs to record before another win…we would start saying “And it looks like he’s done it!  He said before the game that he could beat these guys WITHOUT his knuckler and it looks like he’s done it!!”  (pretending to sound like play-by-play announcers)………..this would really get in the heads of our opponents.

Well….even though none of us and the rest of the league ever saw The Wiley Jackson’s “tough knuckler”……it still became kind of like “The Legend of Bigfoot” or something like that.  We’d just keep telling everybody he had one, and all of those dumbshits on the other team just kept believing us!!!  Even a couple of coaches around the League asked me about our guy with “The Knuckler.”  I would tell ’em…..”Yeah, it’s pretty wicked.  In fact, we’re not worried about anyone hitting it…we’re more worried about our catcher CATCHING IT!”

And Wiley kept that poker face going while we were selling it.  He kind of had that look of a guy who just might have a knuckler……

Here were Wiley’s regular season numbers for Verdugo for two seasons.  23 and 2/3rds innings pitched.  24 hits allowed.  ONE walk.  That’s right…ONE walk.  18 strikeouts.  Five earned runs.  Three wins…NO losses…One save.  Three Complete-Game victories.  Wiley’s ERA???   1.69…….

Shit, with numbers like that, I’m beginning to think that maybe he DID have a tough knuckler!!!

“BOMB!!!”

Posted: February 23, 2011 in 1992, BullOxen, Games, Wiley
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It’s all coming back to me now.  “They burned their bodies” the night we clinched a playoff spot for the first time.  We had taken it down to the final days of the ’90 and ’91 seasons and were knocked out of the playoffs.  So when we clinched a spot in ’92…needless to say, it kicked off quite a celebration.  We clinched on a Friday night at our other home field Glendale High, beating Fat Bitch from Sun Valley for the second time in 10 days.  The problem was, we had a game to play Saturday morning at 10 AM against Panorama City……but that was the least of our worries………it was time to PARTY.

And PARTY we did.  As was mentioned in an earlier post by Colin James, ALOT of the players came over and we were all drinking and smoking cigars.  That’s when the “GAR-BURNS” happened.  Then the players went home…and General and I went out drinking at a local bar where we ran into a couple of moms from The Team.  Now don’t get any ideas out there you readers……it was a great time drinking kamikaze shots till the bar closed with a couple of parents from The Team.  They were as elated as we were.  I was drunk when I got to the bar..and must have done AT LEAST another 10 kamikaze shots.  OUCH!!!!  And General was hanging tough as always…matching me shot for shot!!!

I wouldn’t have woken up for the game but my phone rang about 9 AM Saturday morning.  It was General.  All he said was “gonna be late…still drunk”………..

Here it was SEVEN hours later and we were still totally ripped!!!  He showed up about 9:30 AM.  I loaded the gear in the back of his truck, and got in.  General was NOT looking good.  General drove about 10 feet, stopped the car, opened his door…leaned his head out of the truck and puked!!!  Somehow we made it to the game.  I think this was the first time the players were at a game before the coaches. 

I got to the game and heard that one of the moms had brought some doughnuts.  Those were the best doughnuts I have ever eaten in my life!  We all needed something to get us going and those doughnuts did the trick.  Somehow, with the hangovers, the cigar burns and everything else…we were ready to go.  Wiley Jackson was on the mound.

You never would have thought we were up partying all night when we rolled a four in the first inning….picking right up where we left off the night before.  I was thinking “these guys are unstoppable…they’re on a mission!!”  ‘Ol Wiley shut ’em down, scattering six hits and striking out seven in a 11-1 victory.  But the REAL STORY was what happened in the 6th inning.

BullOxen came up in the 6th with one out.  He took the first pitch for a ball.  The next pitch he fouled off.  Then he looked down to me for a sign.  I gave no sign…All I did was mouth the word to him “BOMB.”  He looked back at me.  I did it again.  I mouthed the word “BOMB.”  He looked at me as if to say “okay, no problem”, and got back in the box and waited for the pitch.  And sure enough, the NEXT FRICKIN’ PITCH he BOMBED it over the left field fence and into the netting that surrounds the bullpen for a HOMERUN.  He smiled at me as he rounded first.  That is the ONLY TIME I ever gave someone “The Homerun Sign” and it was also the last.  Bull hit six homers in his three-year career with us but this one was special.

Later I said to him…”Shit, if I knew it was THAT easy, I can think of about 50 other times the last three years I should have asked you to do that!!”  He just smiled.

Great moment.  Great Team.  Great Kid…………TRUE STORY…………..

“QUICK!!!!!….PANTHERLIKE!!!!!”

Posted: February 21, 2011 in 1992, 1993, No Way!, Rags/Trash Talk
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 I don’t even know how this shit started……but it’s something we started doing in ’92.  All I know is that it REALLY pissed off the other team.  And here at Verdugo…when we sense you don’t like something…we take that as a DIRECT CUE to just keep on doing it!  I will let you former players out there explain to our viewing audience what all this “Quick!!!………Pantherlike” shit was all about.  Please remember guys that when explaining it…there was a TIMING element that came into play.  We would say “Quick” after one event…and “Pantherlike” after another event.  I must say…..when you’re managing a team and you hear guys on the field and on the bench saying this shit…you just KNOW everything is going to be okay!!!  Then our guys started changing it up a little bit depending on the situation.  They’d maybe say……”SLOW!!!…SLOTHLIKE!!!”…whatever we could do to get in someone’s head(s).  I must say I am laughing as I write this……….in fact, I’m going into the backyard right now and say “Quick!!!!!!………Pantherlike!!!!”  And after our guys explain to you what this great shit is….I’m sure you will too!!!!!!!!!!

The Numbers Don’t Lie…’92 Stats

Posted: February 21, 2011 in 1992
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This marks the first time I’ve seen our stats looking clean on a spreadsheet.  I always used to keep them on legal paper, with all of the entries made with a pencil.  As soon as the game was over, I’d go home and take the information from the scorebook, erase the entries and pencil in the new totals.  I had a computer back in 1990….but there was just something COOL to me about the whole pencil and eraser thing.  After I was done, I’d call the L.A. Times and phone in all of the new stats.  I did a good job of keeping up on all of that and enjoyed doing it. 

I will post the pitching stats for ’92 as well later this week.  Don’t worry…all of the stats for every season will be posted at some time, and eventually I will calculate career stats and other All-Time records.  I have had a lot of fun the past week going over all of the scorebooks.  Just going over them has given me lots of ideas for other story-lines of Verdugo lore.  But there is something special about the stats on this page.  This was our breakthrough season and some of the numbers I am seeing here are just staggering to me.  There were plenty of coaches around the League who would “pad” the stats for their players in order to get some extra attention from the scouts.  I never did that.  All of your stats are REAL.  And I made sure the L.A. Times and Daily News sportwriters knew this.  If someone hit a ground ball to the shortstop and he blew the play I didn’t give you a base hit for it, like a lot of the other coaches around the league did.   Nope…our numbers don’t lie……and to the guys on the ’92 team I tip my cap to all of you…….even the rookies……..absolutely incredible!!!

Proof that “They Burned Their Bodies”……..

Posted: February 21, 2011 in 1992, BullOxen, Hank, No Way!, Turner, Weapon
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We’ve had close to 500 hits on this blog already.  So it’s becoming obvious that there are some people out there reading this shit every day who had nothing to do with this team and don’t know who the hell we are.  They are clearly reading this brilliant shit strictly for entertainment purposes.  For those of you who are doing so…we thank you.  And we agree that there is some pretty funny shit on this blog!!  We also urge you to write in to us here at Verdugo Headquarters and remind us of how brilliant we are!! (as if we don’t already know).  This picture came in today from New Orleans, Louisiana where one of our All-Time Greats by the name of “Turner” is now living.  For those of you who don’t know what this picture is…..may I direct your attention to one of our earlier blog entries titled “They Burned Their Bodies” by Colin James.  This is a picture of Turner’s ‘Gar-Burn.”  Turner, by the way, shaved his head when we clinched a playoff spot that season.  Turner also had a fake ID when he was 18 years old and playing for us…WITH MY NAME ON IT!!!  CLUTCH PICTURE TURNER!!!  Ahhhh!!!  Thanks for sending it in.  I know there are more of you out there who can take a few minutes and take a quick snapshot of YOUR Gar-Burn and send it in here to Verdugo Headquarters.  Weapon said he was going to send a picture of his in last time I talked to him…..but then again…I used to give “Weap” the take sign on a 3-0 pitch and he’d TAKE all right…..as in TAKE a big rip at it….(I’m just sayin’).  So Weap…we’re looking forward to seeing your Verdugo Gar-Burn indeed.  You owe it to us to send us a shot of that, dude….after all…it later caused you a trip to the hospital emergency room.  Weapon also told me that when he got to emergency the nurse asked him “Did you do this to yourself?”  In typical Verdugo-style, Weap lied and told her he had tripped at a bonfire party at the beach or some bullshit.  Then, when Weapon got the bill in the mail….in typical Verdugo-style…he never paid it!!!!!!  Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Here’s a close-up of Turner’s GAR-BURN for everyone!!!!!!!!!!

“Flip” OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Posted: February 19, 2011 in 1992, 1993, Behind the Scenes, Hack, No Way!
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Yes, Hack Workman just happened to have some additional vintage Verdugo footage.  Here they are before one of our games at Stengel Field going through their pre-game ritual of “FLIP.”  Now, do you readers out there STILL think we’re just making this stuff up?  Notice how the ball is in the air!!!!!!!!!!!!!  This was the ’93 Team.  Now, could someone PLEASE explain to me the rules of this game??????

BullOxen Tells No Lies………

Posted: February 19, 2011 in 1992, BullOxen, Calf, Hack, Uncategorized
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BullOxen made a comment on one of the stories about a week ago and also shared a story about how he had worn a wet towel under his Verdugo cap on a 100 degree day.  For those of you who think we’re just making this stuff up…..I strongly encourage you to read his comment………and then tell me what you think of this picture!!!!!!!!!!!!  This awesome picture was sent in to me from Hack Workman up in Portland!!!!!!!  CLUTCH JOB HACK!!!!!!!!!!!  Click image to slightly enlarge!!!!!!!!! 

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