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Bob Maestas and Alex Dahm led Lincoln
to victory in the second game. Maestas collected three hits and
scored a pair of runs, while Dahm had two hits, scored two runs and
drove in two runs.
The big inning for Lincoln was the
fourth, when they scored four times on only one hit, a single by
Maestas. Rochester committed three errors in the inning to help
Lincoln score the three runs. In the first inning, Maestas singled,
went to second on a wild pitch and scored on a double by Dahm.
Lincoln scored twice in the fourth on a walk to Mike McCullen, a
single by Maestas, a single by Dahm and an infield out.
Jason Williams pitched the first three
innings to pick up the victory. Williams allowed five hits, four
runs (one earned), two walks and one strikeout. Alex Dahm worked one
inning, and Neil Rohrer picked up a save with one inning of work.
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In the first game, Rochester scored in
every inning except the second and fifth to post a 10-0 victory in
six innings. The game was called due to the 10-run rule. The second
game was halted after five innings due to a time limit. Chance
Berger took the loss for Lincoln, with Chris Boward and Mike
McCullen also taking a turn on the mound.
First
game
Lincoln
000 000 — 0-2-6
Rochester
201 502 — 10-10-2
Berger (L), Boward (4), McCullen (6) &
Rohrer, Olson(4); Gideon (W) & Klichum.
Second
game
Lincoln
104 20 — 7-5-5
Rochester
001 20 — 6-7-3
Williams
(W), Dahm (4), Rohrer (5-S) & Olson; Herr, Roth (4) & Maloney.
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Completion of the Cardinal tribute
I mentioned last week
at the end of my story that that was only the beginning.
[See "My Buck tribute."]
As I went off to
college, I took Jack Buck and the Cardinals with me. One of my
greatest Cardinal moments ever took place in my college dorm room.
We were getting some
late-night study in when the Cardinals were playing the hated Astros.
The Redbirds had the game in hand and then let the lead slip away.
Houston tied it and we went to extra innings. That was just our cue
to pop more popcorn. In the top of the 12th the Astros exploded for
three runs and it appeared that our doom was sealed. But wait. Our
leadoff man walked, and the next man up was plucked by a pitch.
Someone else hit a seeing-eye single that loaded the bases.
While all this was
going on, more and more people were pouring into our room. If you
ever saw my roommate, Gene Adams, you would realize what a sight
this was. Consider that a dorm room is no bigger than a broom
closet. Now picture me in that room with a 6-foot-5, 220-pound man
of steel. Now conjure up a dozen other scruffy characters from down
the hall in the room. Soon the guys from upstairs were piling in as
well. They said they came for the popcorn, but the drama of the
moment was the real attraction. Jack Buck was the pied piper. While
many of us had already given up, Jack never did!
Roger Freed stepped
to the plate for the Cardinals. Roger was a giant of a man and a
player that you always hoped would continue to get better. I don’t
think that ever happened. But on that particular night, there was
magic in the air. Few times in my life have I seen Cardinal and Cub
fans come together like they did in the wee hours of that morning.
As the count moved to 3-2, Mike Shannon said, "Ol’ Abner’s done it
again!" Then Buck let loose with one my personal favorite all-time
calls: "Freed corks one into left … good night, everybody … the
Cardinals have just won the game 7-6 on a grand slam by Freed!"
You should have seen
the dorm that night. That hit set off one of the most raucous
celebrations that I have ever witnessed. Guys jumping up and down on
beds, popcorn everywhere, Mountain Dew cans shaken up, shooting foam
across hallways. You would’ve thought that the Cardinals had just
won the pennant. But no. It was just another magical Buck moment in
another lost season. But it wasn’t lost on me. And it wasn’t lost on
that dorm full of guys!
Other Cardinal memories or stories
They just keep
pouring in. There’s the story of Buck and his wife on a flight that
was delayed. Oftentimes when that happens, someone will collect
everyone’s boarding pass along with their dollar and pull out a
winner. The lucky person drawn wins all the money in the bag.
Stewardesses don’t usually like this game, because they say that 90
percent of the time someone in first class generally wins; then they
have to deal with a plane full of upset people.
It would be a little
different on this day. Buck and his wife were sitting in first class
when a little girl from the back of the plane who looked like she
could use the money panned through first class to collect the rest
of the boarding passes and money. Sure enough… someone in first
class won. It was Mr. Buck. The fans booed heartily.
The little girl,
disappointed that she hadn’t won, sauntered up to Mr. Buck with the
cash. "It looks like you won, mister." Jack told the little girl
that all he wanted was his boarding pass and his dollar back. She
was stunned when he handed her the bag full of money, $238 to be
exact. Buck could have never known this, but as it turns out, the
girl’s dad had just lost his job and the family really did
need the money!
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Cardinal manager Tony
LaRussa tells everyone that he always called Jack the Renaissance
Man. He said he always called Jack "a man for all seasons." He said
that Jack would always quickly respond, "Tony, what I’d rather be…
is a man of the postseason!"
If you ever want to
hear a great joke, download the broadcast of a Montreal game played
10 or 12 years ago. Jeff Parrot was an Expo reliever that Montreal
had warming up during a rain delay. As Shannon pointed that out,
Buck said, "Parrot? That reminds me of one of my favorite stories."
He proceeded to tell one of the funniest Parrot jokes I have ever
heard. I laughed so hard, I fell off the bed!
Or there’s the story
of the little boy with MS who visited Buck and Shannon up in the
broadcast booth. They put him in between the two-one row behind them
for his safety because no ball had ever reached that area.
Beforehand Buck had
one of the interns go down into the office and bring up some
Cardinal T-shirts for the boy and his parents. As they broadcast
that inning someone fouled off a pitch and it was heading toward
press row. It hit a window and broke it, struck a couple of
counters, and dropped in the box of T-shirts right in front of the
boy.
Before the game, Buck
— knowing that the visit was scheduled for that day — had mentioned
to Shannon how great it would be if the boy could get a foul ball,
but he said that wouldn’t happen in a million years because the boy
would be unable to catch it. When that ball landed in that box,
Shannon said, "I don’t know who was more surprised and elated, Buck
or the boy." Shannon went on to say that Buck motioned to him to do
the play-by-play by himself, as Buck was quietly sobbing!
There are zillions of
these stories floating around, and I’ve just plucked out a few for
your enjoyment. Rest assured that Jack Buck was a greater man than
he was a broadcaster. And as a broadcaster, he’s in the Hall of
Fame. I could never give him a better tribute than that!
For more Buck
tributes and Cardinal stuff, click on
www.stlcardinals.com.
As far as Darryl Kile
goes, I don’t even know what to say. I think it has hit me too close
to home to be able to report on it impartially. I do know that I was
moved by how many men described how much this guy meant to
them.
So, I guess we have
to ask ourselves, can we learn anything from these deaths? Maybe,
it’s if you have something to say to somebody, go ahead and say it.
If you care for somebody, tell them. If you have someplace you want
to go, go there. If you have something you want to see, go see it.
And most of all, if you need to set all things right, don’t waste
another minute. Set things right today!
And let me be the
first to practice this… to all our loyal LDN readers. Thanks for
reading my crazy and zany stuff. And not only that, but for stopping
me on the streets and telling me so. That really means a lot to me
and I thank you… in fact, it’s why I do it.
It’s made me realize
one of the many great things about where we live. We have great
people. I’m glad my son is growing up in a community like this one.
I just told a mother last week that if my son grows up to be
anything like her two boys, we’ll be pretty proud. Heck, we might be
proud even if he doesn’t!
Oh well, have a great week, everybody.
Stay out of the heat and we hope to see you soon.
[Jeff
Mayfield]
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