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  1. 13 points
    Second from right, top row. I played for a Div 3 college team at Harpur College in Binghamton, NY (1961 - 65). Now it's D 1, called Binghamton U and is in the America East (with UMBC). I played SS the last 3 years. We were pretty decent but being in upstate NY, had a very limited schedule. Now they go on southern trips like real schools. A guy from my school, Jeff Montani, was actually drafted by and played for the Orioles minors about ten years ago. He was a closer and fizzled. I was a singles hitter with gap power with a strong arm. I went to a NY Yankee tryout (Yanks were in Binghamton before the Mets) and was invited back. None of my friends were invited so I hung them up, got rejected by the AF due to a knee issue, made my way to DC to work for Vets Affairs for 30 years, retired at 53 and never looked back. Ed. Notes - one guy, Louis Giambalvo (second from right bottom row), became an actor and played in the Gangster Chronicles and had a tv show for a couple of years. You see him as a character actor all the time This guy actually played and is still hanging around (but he came long after I played) https://www.mlb.com/player/scott-diamond-539438
  2. 12 points
  3. 10 points
    I guess I fall somewhere between high school and college. After high school I joined the Army but kept playing. I first played in a summer college league in Virginia (Hit well over .450 and played SS/CF/P) when I was 20 and ended up going to an Orioles tryout camp at Memorial Stadium. During that camp I made the cut from 90 outfielders to six that got to play in the mini game in front of the scouts. On the first pitch I saw in the game hit a ball into the front row of the outfield fence just next to the 309 ft foul pole, but unfortunately it was on the foul side. I ended up striking out when they replaced that pitcher with Mike Mussina's roommate from Stanford. I was asked to come back to a camp a few weeks later and was told if they liked me then they would offer me a contract, but I wasn't able to attend because the same day Saddam Hussein decided to invade Kuwait and I became very busy and couldn't get off. I then put together my own team for a Baltimore-area Men's League (MSBL) in which we won the championship in my one and only year of being a player-manager in that league. I then was stationed in Hawaii where I played in summer and winter leagues with winter leagues being a league where we played against college teams and minor leaguers in their offseason. The Hawaii armed forces decided to put together a baseball tournament and I made the All Army Hawaii team that lost to the all Air Force team in the finals. Funny thing was the All-Air Force team then put a team in that local winter league and they asked me to try out and gave me a waiver because I worked on an Air Force base. So I get to say I was the guy to ever be All-Army Hawaii and All Air-Force Hawaii. Got stationed in NC and didn't play for almost four year when I was assigned back to Maryland and found an Anne Arundel Men's 25 and over team to play for. Played on two teams then got stationed back to Hawaii. Didn't have time to play right away, but after returning from Afghanistan, I played on two more teams (with my new PRK eyes that were fixed by the Army before deployment I could hit better than ever). I also started doing associate scouting from the Orioles out there at this time. Returned back to Maryland and after a year or two found a team in the 35 and over AA Men's League. After playing a year I put together my own team and we won the championship (that's two for two in managing championship teams if you are counting). Team broke up after the year (you have never seen politics until you deal with a men's baseball league) and I filled in some new players with the guys that stayed and we ended up making the playoffs again, but lost in the semi-finals (Making the first time I coached a team that I played on that we didn't win a championship). After that year, fed up with the politics, my hitting had fallen off to the point I was batting myself 8th (think I hit like .250 with wood bats), and I wanted to focus on coaching high school and doing associate scouting stuff for an American League team, I "retired from playing. Surprisingly, I don't miss it. I've come out of retirement two times to fill in for a team that needed a player so bad or they were going to forfeit, but after pulling my hamstring in my last game, it was clear father time had claimed another victim. And if read this far, now you know way to much history of my playing days! Haha
  4. 9 points
    http://www.orioleshangout.com/2018/12/08/how-saddam-hussein-may-have-contributed-to-the-existence-of-orioles-hangout/ BTW, i just realized that the lady who did the article (Wendi Winters) on me back in 2004 was one of the victims in the senseless Capital Gazette shooting. I thought her name was familiar when it happened. God rest her soul. Nice lady.
  5. 9 points
    Great story. The bolded part above reminded me of something that happened to me in high school as well. I grew up loving and playing baseball. Baseball was basically my life as I collected baseball cards, watched every baseball game or show on TV, played baseball video games while keeping stats (back before they kept them themselves), made up my own fictional dice-based baseball game that included rosters for several teams all with different types of hitters and pitchers, played computer baseball games of every kind, and of course played wiffle ball or baseball from spring to fall. I made the all-star teams every year from my second year in T-ball (yes they had t-ball all-star team back in our day) until I was too old to play Pony League (15-years old). By my sophomore year in high school I was already getting pulled up to be on the varsity team for a great baseball program. Basically I thought I was going to be professional player and never gave much thought to doing anything else other than play baseball for a living one day (The reality of being a 5-foot-8 kid playing in Maryland was not something I thought about). Then, my junior year came around and I was pretty certain I was going to be the starting catcher on Varsity since the Varsity catcher graduated. My competition was a sophomore, and although he was pretty good, I felt like I could beat him out even though the year before on JV they had asked me to play the outfield at times so he could catch as a Freshman. The coaches told me he was "only a catcher" and I could play anywhere so they felt it was in the team's interest for me to play other positions besides catcher (I loved catching). So we were both playing catcher in preseason when in the 1st or 2nd preseason game I got hit on my right wrist with a 80+ MPH fastball. It swelled so bad I had to go over to the emergency room to get it x-ray'd. I thought it was broken, but thankfully it was just a bad bruise. The worse part though was I could do any baseball activity for about a week. So during that missed time, it's clear I'm not going to be the starting catcher now so my assumption was I would just start in right field (I had a good arm and the sunset in the right fielder's eyes and I played a good sun ball) where I played the year before. So the season starts and low and behold, I'm not in the starting lineup. I had been back for about a week and felt like I was ready to play, but I was not starting! It was the first time in my entire life that I was on an organized team and was not starting. Worse of all, I knew I was better than the kid they were starting in RF even though he was a senior. So what I do? I did what most 16-year old kids with a high opinion of his playing abilities would do. I pouted. I complained under my breath. I didn't hustle during practice (I was always a hustler) and I basically did everything I should not have done. Unfortunately I was young and immature, and I didn't have a lot of parental guidance (I needed a foot placed up my butt). So the kid in RF gets hurt in the second game of the season and I'm like, "Well now I know I'm going to start." So imagine my surprise when they announce another kid is going to start in RF. I basically lost my mind when this happened and openly questioned my coaches. That's when my coach basically told me I wasn't starting because I wasn't hustling at practice and because my attitude sucked (He was 100% right). I should have just taken that feedback, went to practice the next day and started to hustle my butt off again. But for the first time in my life, I wasn't enjoying baseball and being an immature 16-year old, I did the exact thing I thought I would ever do, I quit. I quit the one thing that defined me. I quit the one thing that I loved more than anything because I let my ego get in the way. I walked into the head coaches office with my uniform and told him I was quitting. I'm pretty sure I thought he would try to talk me out of it and that we would talk and I would just go back to playing. Instead he took my uniform and said ok. I was devastated. It was my own fault. That summer, I didn't play any baseball for the first time in my life. I had decided I was done with baseball. However, over the winter I started to have that itch again and I realized I had screwed up. I went to my coaches a few weeks before baseball practice started and apologized for actions and convinced them I was more mature. To their credit, they gave me another chance. They didn't have to, but they gave a now 17-year old once more chance and i wasn't going to let them down. Practice started and I hustled everywhere. I was first for drills, ran hard everywhere, and sure enough, the season started and I was starting in RF. I was always a leadoff hitter because I walked a lot and stole bases, but I was batting 6th or 7th to start the year, but I wasn't going to get upset since I was just happy to be back in the starting lineup. But after basically losing a year of playing, I was rusty when the season started and by the 3rd or 4th game of the season I was batting around .200 and I can still remember calling my Dad and telling him that I think I forgot how to hit. That's when my coach did something surprising, I batted back at leadoff. That game I went 3-for-4 with a walk and two stolen bases and everything started to click once again. So I'm red-hot, but as a 5-foot-8 kid (I hit 5-8 at 15-years old and never grew anymore) who missed his junior year, i clearly was not getting scouted, but we had a kid on our team that had a good fastball and had power, so a few scouts started coming around. He was pitching one game towards the end of the season when I happened to have one of my best games. I went 3-for-4, hit the only home run of my high school career, doubled, knocked in like 4 or 5 runs, made a diving catch and threw out not one, but two runners at home plate. After the game, a guy came over to me and told me he was a Kansas City Royals scout and he gave me piece of paper. He told me it was a pre-draft invitation only try-out camp and he wanted me to attend. He asked me if I was going to college and told him I was in the delayed entry program to go in the Army. So fast forward a few weeks and I'm sitting there eating my breakfast on the Saturday morning before the camp. I was excited and trying to think how I could get out of my Army commitment if I got drafted. That's when I read the morning local paper and went to the sports section to see if there was any news on the camp. There was. It stated that the Kansas City Royals held a invitation only tryout camp ..... YESTERDAY. I looked at the piece of paper and sure enough, I looked at the date wrong. I missed the camp. Now everything happens for a reason and it's probably doubtful I would have been drafted anyways, but that along with my Saddam Hussein-caused missed camp two years later just told me that pro baseball was not my future. HAHA. I'm sure if I would have gotten into pro ball the Hangout would not have ever existed so I guess in some ways, people should be thankful to my 18-year old inability to read a date correctly and Saddam Hussein for the Hangout.
  6. 8 points
    List is up! http://www.orioleshangout.com/2018/12/10/lukes-2018-rule-5-draft-preference-list/ Please let me know if there are guys I missed, I probably considered them but if you point them out I’ll let you know why I left them off and maybe add them if they are worthy and I missed checking them out. Hope you all enjoy.
  7. 6 points
    Professional athletes are near the bottom of my list of folks who are overcompensated for what they do, even with the ridiculous sums of money that some of them get paid. Unlike say, the CEO of Wells Fargo, it is kinda hard to find a replacement for Manny or Harper who would do better. Again, unlike the CEO of Wells Fargo, Manny and Harper have actually brought a smidgen of joy and excitement to my life.....and they didn't try to steal my identity or overcharge the interest on my home loan. I am not trying to say that Manny and Harper are worth that amount of money relative to the value folks like teachers or cops provide. But In a world where lots of yahoos with far less unique skills get paid just as ridiculous, if not more so, amounts of money I choose to direct my egregious pay ire elsewhere.
  8. 6 points
    High school. Was supposed to play at a small D-3 school in North Carolina. Played for a small private high school in DC. I was a pitcher, I had a really good arm, I sat comfortably in the 80s and I certainly hadn't filled out or touched a weight in high school. And it was a rubber arm, I could do it one day and come back the next and keep going. I've always wondered how hard I'd have ended up throwing. Couldn't hit. Was a decent outfielder when not on the mound. The only issue is that I had no #$^*ing idea where it was going. I mean, I knew where home plate was, and the ball was headed somewhere in that direction but that was about it. I could air one over the umpire's head, then come back and bounce one 3 feet in front of home plate. Then I could dot the corner for the next three pitches for the next batter, and strike him out. Then back to throwing one into the opposite batters box. One game in high school I drilled the same batter twice. But when I was on, it was awesome. There were games where everything clicked and I could control it and those were the best times. My best game I struck out 10 in 5 innings, only walked a couple. The summer before freshman year of college, I played on a select team. The team was bad, I was bad. Just consistently wild all summer. And we played a lot of games, doubleheaders on weekends. It wasn't fun and I was burned out. Got to college, and saw how much the team was practicing, even for a crappy D3 program it was a lot and I wasn't feeling it. I went to maybe a couple practices. Then there was some event at school, I can't even remember what it was specifically but it was some "Welcome Back!" thing that was being held at one of the halls on campus. I was informed that the baseball team had to attend in a shirt, tie and sport-coat. Which I didn't have. And then I was told to "borrow it from someone else." It was then I made my decision to quit, I didn't want to practice that much and I certainly didn't want to go to that stupid event, that was the straw that broke the camels back. I was so sick of playing baseball. I don't have many regrets in life but quitting baseball is a big, big one. I don't know how far I could have gone, I don't know if I'd ever be able to harness it. If 37 year old Moose Milligan could go back and visit 18 year old Moose Milligan, I'd go upside his head and say "You'll really miss this some day. Do yourself a favor and play until someone tells you that you can't." There are a lot of good feelings in life, but I don't think there's a much better feeling than doing something awesome playing sports. That game where I struck out 10 in 5 innings, it was against the best team in the league and we won. I distinctly remember they had this big fat kid who swung from his heels all the time, I think he was their cleanup hitter. I had two strikes on him and reared back and (intentionally) threw a shoulder high fastball as hard as I could because I knew he wouldn't lay off it and he was way late on it. IMO, there's not a better feeling than blowing a fastball past someone. Never have found anything quite like that feeling since. Came back to play them two weeks later, struck out 9 more in another 5 innings, we won again. They started talking smack after we finished shaking hands, wanted to fight us in the parking lot. It was great.
  9. 6 points
  10. 5 points
    Bonus picture of my first year in senior league. Bottom row, second from the left. We went 16-0. Edit: my dad is top left. He was the assistant manager that year. I'll give that man credit where it's due - he made sure that he either coached or managed every baseball and soccer team that I ever played on. Too bad we didn't have a football program, because he would have done that too. No doubt that he plans to do the same for each of his granddaughters. Still calls me every other day to check in on me. He's a pretty good guy.
  11. 4 points
    https://theathletic.com/681387/2018/12/07/sarris-the-next-moneyball-is-already-happening-all-around-us-in-the-wild-west-of-player-development This will set up an interesting dynamic in Baltimore. We have one of the smallest player development systems in the game. On the other hand, Houston was one of the industry leaders and I'm hopeful that Mike and Sid will bring some of that to Baltimore. It's interesting by one notable metric, Scott Coolbaugh is one of the top hitting coaches in baseball.
  12. 4 points
    I want a large and mostly consistent Hall. What I don't like is a Hall that puts in the top 10 (unless you were teammates with someone who hit homers in the 90s), then 13, 18, 22, 32, 45, 89, 112, and 334. Which is basically the way it is now. There aren't enough intangibles in Joe Morgan's Christmas stocking to make #112 worthy and #11 not.
  13. 4 points
    They are paid as entertainers, not athletes. Money from TV, radio, admissions, advertising and more determines their "worth," not their baseball capabilities. Based on the revenue the teams bring in because people want to watch these entertainers, they seem, as a group, to be worth every penny of what they get. Personally, I'd prefer that this money be spent on school teachers, nurses and veterans' benefits, but that's not the world in which we live.
  14. 4 points
    This is a cool thread..... Played varsity at Hueneme High School, Oxnard, California in 1980, Terry Tackett was the coach, father of the O's own Jeff Tackett. Mark Berry, Reds coach was also on that team. Tall, lean, threw hard, decent curve, questionable command. We had a player on our team all the scouts were out to see, John Cox. However, he kept getting shelled and I would come in to clean up. Normally the scouts would vanish when he came out of the game, but one, a bird dog for the Brewers, stuck around and was drinking beers in brown paper bags with my Dad. Scout ended up writing me up and I got drafted before I graduated High School. (Note: John Cox went on to play at Cal, where he was a teammate of Bryan Pryce, recently fired manager of the Reds. I got to know Bryan at several of John Rubinow's ProBall camps. Good dude.) Anyway, Brewers offered a contract of no bonus money, $500/month, plus room and board on the road, Butte Montana Pioneer League. Ended up going to Ventura Junior College (arrived the year after Brook Jacoby left to the Braves), thinking I'd dominate and raise my draft stock. Instead, pitched marginally, pitched for money in a weekend semi-pro league and shredded my shoulder pitching too many innings. Played some softball, etc. until 2001, found an Ad in North County San Diego Newspaper for the Mens Senior Baseball League (MABL/MSBL), and decided to make a comeback in a 35+ league. Had so much fun at the MSBL World Series in Phoenix that year, decided to get rotator cuff surgery so I could pitch without pain. 2004 World Series, we lost in the playoffs to a team from Tucson with Jack Howell, who went on to win the 35+ Mountain Division. (Our team was Dream Foundation / North County Padres) 2005, we had a loaded team (I managed)... Had an ex-major leaguer who came up with the Phillies and was minor-league outfielder drafted by the Rockies and turned into a pitcher, Mike Farmer. His first Major League start (and first major league hit) came against/off Greg Maddux. (1996). We also had a former Mariners AAA pitcher named Vic Martin, who had absolutely pin-point control. Our shortstop was Jeff Bonchek, who had played A ball for the Indians. We ended up winning the 35+ Mountain that year. The next year, with much the same cast, we won the 35+ Wood American division, so I have 2 MSBL rings. Retired a few years later when I saw a video tape of myself pitching. Ugh. Sorry for the long post. Got going and couldn't stop!
  15. 4 points
    I wish MLB would leave the game alone.
  16. 4 points
    Keep this date free: https://www.mlb.com/twins/community/twinsfest
  17. 4 points
    Bundy’s shoulder is already a disaster, it’s taken everything but his slider. I think it’s too late to be thinking about pitch usage to “protect” his arm/shoulder.
  18. 3 points
    Harold Baines was a fine player, an outstanding hitter and a great Oriole...but he's not a HOF.
  19. 3 points
    There are only 800 that are good enough. Or 0.0000099999 percent of living humans if you are checking your odds.
  20. 3 points
    List is done, waiting for Monday morning to go live, until then here are some sweet swings and a tweet about my top position player available (and maybe top overall) Josh VanMeter.
  21. 3 points
    Respectfully disagree. The reason hitting a baseball is considered so difficult is that it isn't only about raw athleticism. It's about athleticism, wrist strength, hand/eye coordination, exceptional eyesight, the ability to make incredibly quick decisions, and a ton of practice and experience. Your example of comparing Usain Bolt to hitting a baseball is comparing apples to oranges. Running is a skill that many people can do well, but you picked the best person in the world for your comparison. In order to be a fair comparison, we could ask how many people could hit a baseball like Ted Williams?
  22. 3 points
    I was a pitcher at Northeast HS in Pasadena, MD on back to back state 2A title teams, coached by the legend Harry Lentz. I wouldnt trade that experience for anything. I went on to pitch four years at D1 level, pretty average, some great days and some awful days. I had good velocity but my offspeed offerings sucked. If you don’t have a working second pitch, you’re a one time through the lineup pitcher at that level which is why I was a closer. I learned a sinker and that compensated for my average slider. I played on some good summer league teams, even had a first rounder on one team. Matt White was a teammate of mine on my college summer team. An upcoming HS senior st the time, the kid threw 95 consistently on the ray gun that summer, good command also, and had a nice slider. He was 6’4” 230 or so, a can’t miss prospect, but such a humble and great kid. College kids couldnt touch him. My baseball days are over but my sons are just beginning. As they get older we watch a lot of HS ball and I’m continuously amazed at how good the HS baseball is here in Portland. Every year there seems to be 5-6 kids from the 3 nearby HS going to Pac12 schools. Not bad for an area that gets 8 months of rain.
  23. 3 points
    If a team is giving you half the field and you can’t hit the ball to that side you shouldn’t be in the major leagues (grumpy old man post)
  24. 3 points
    Seeing Mark Teixeira's dumb @ss at that Ravens game. 😭
  25. 3 points
    Don't worry about not getting Kershaw. If Kershaw was an Oriole he'd have like a 5.00 ERA and a Tommy John surgery.
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