Comments on: OF DOGWOODS, AZALEAS, AND THE BABES OF SPRING http://rightwingnuthouse.com/archives/2007/04/03/of-dogwoods-azaleas-and-the-babes-of-spring/ Politics served up with a smile... And a stilletto. Fri, 01 May 2026 13:09:23 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.7 hourly 1 By: Sparky http://rightwingnuthouse.com/archives/2007/04/03/of-dogwoods-azaleas-and-the-babes-of-spring/comment-page-1/#comment-835971 Sparky Mon, 06 Aug 2007 21:10:20 +0000 http://rightwingnuthouse.com/archives/2007/04/03/of-dogwoods-azaleas-and-the-babes-of-spring/#comment-835971 Do you think if the White Sox brought up Journey from AAA they could put the sox on a 3 game streak and prevent any MORE 32 run meltdowns? Juan Uribe.....is there a WORSE ss ANYwhere in baseball? Do you think if the White Sox brought up Journey from AAA they could put the sox on a 3 game streak and prevent any MORE 32 run meltdowns? Juan Uribe…..is there a WORSE ss ANYwhere in baseball?

]]> By: Sparky http://rightwingnuthouse.com/archives/2007/04/03/of-dogwoods-azaleas-and-the-babes-of-spring/comment-page-1/#comment-835964 Sparky Mon, 06 Aug 2007 21:02:57 +0000 http://rightwingnuthouse.com/archives/2007/04/03/of-dogwoods-azaleas-and-the-babes-of-spring/#comment-835964 "murderer's row"???? BWA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!! “murderer’s row”???? BWA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!

]]> By: rodander http://rightwingnuthouse.com/archives/2007/04/03/of-dogwoods-azaleas-and-the-babes-of-spring/comment-page-1/#comment-610019 rodander Wed, 04 Apr 2007 17:01:34 +0000 http://rightwingnuthouse.com/archives/2007/04/03/of-dogwoods-azaleas-and-the-babes-of-spring/#comment-610019 Funny, down here in Texas, we're wondering who this Brandon McCarthy guy is that the Rangers traded sure-thing-up-and-coming-young-star Danks for. Funny, down here in Texas, we’re wondering who this Brandon McCarthy guy is that the Rangers traded sure-thing-up-and-coming-young-star Danks for.

]]> By: mikeyslaw http://rightwingnuthouse.com/archives/2007/04/03/of-dogwoods-azaleas-and-the-babes-of-spring/comment-page-1/#comment-609971 mikeyslaw Wed, 04 Apr 2007 16:23:58 +0000 http://rightwingnuthouse.com/archives/2007/04/03/of-dogwoods-azaleas-and-the-babes-of-spring/#comment-609971 Rick You know what else is great about the Masters? As far as I know, no convicted criminals will be teeing it up. Although I am entering the "golden years", and my memory may be slipping, I don't recall in all my years of watching the Masters ever having seen anyone go into the gallery and beat the crap out of a spectator. I don't recall any golfer ever flipping the entire gallery off, or throwing his club at anyone (well, maybe Tommy Bolt might have, once). As far as I know, no riots, murders, mayhem (unless you consider Tiger's win by 12 mayhem), and drunken brawls have ever occurred at the Masters. And one more thing. Any dumb show of disgust like spitting into the cup at the Masters would be tantamount to playing a round naked with Mickey Mouse ears while singing "Gloria" at the top of your lungs. And just as likely to happen. Golfers may be prima-donnas, but at least they ain't felons. Rick
You know what else is great about the Masters? As far as I know, no convicted criminals will be teeing it up. Although I am entering the “golden years”, and my memory may be slipping, I don’t recall in all my years of watching the Masters ever having seen anyone go into the gallery and beat the crap out of a spectator. I don’t recall any golfer ever flipping the entire gallery off, or throwing his club at anyone (well, maybe Tommy Bolt might have, once). As far as I know, no riots, murders, mayhem (unless you consider Tiger’s win by 12 mayhem), and drunken brawls have ever occurred at the Masters.
And one more thing. Any dumb show of disgust like spitting into the cup at the Masters would be tantamount to playing a round naked with Mickey Mouse ears while singing “Gloria” at the top of your lungs. And just as likely to happen.
Golfers may be prima-donnas, but at least they ain’t felons.

]]> By: libby http://rightwingnuthouse.com/archives/2007/04/03/of-dogwoods-azaleas-and-the-babes-of-spring/comment-page-1/#comment-608609 libby Wed, 04 Apr 2007 03:12:54 +0000 http://rightwingnuthouse.com/archives/2007/04/03/of-dogwoods-azaleas-and-the-babes-of-spring/#comment-608609 My parents flew out this morning from John Wayne (Orange County). They go to the Masters almost every year and rent a house at the Honors Course. They have so much fun with all of their friends from all over the country who fly in for it, too. My parents flew out this morning from John Wayne (Orange County). They go to the Masters almost every year and rent a house at the Honors Course. They have so much fun with all of their friends from all over the country who fly in for it, too.

]]> By: ed http://rightwingnuthouse.com/archives/2007/04/03/of-dogwoods-azaleas-and-the-babes-of-spring/comment-page-1/#comment-608337 ed Wed, 04 Apr 2007 00:00:21 +0000 http://rightwingnuthouse.com/archives/2007/04/03/of-dogwoods-azaleas-and-the-babes-of-spring/#comment-608337 Please write often about baseball, Rick. Your eloquence is needed. This beautiful sport, as you so accurately write, simply cannot be destroyed. Not by the major league players and their "union", sports agents (although Scot Boros tries diligently), television, corporate team owners, shoe companies or other modern evils. My favorite baseball memories are from 1987. I was a graduate student in Utah and each summer the Salt Lake Trappers were my team. They played in the Pioneer League, a rookie league filled with just out of Legion ball kids with big league dreams. The Trappers were not affiliated with any major league team, so these kids just wanted a shot and would do anything for even the remote chance offered by this team. The little stadium nestled in the shadows of the Wasatch mountains was beautiful. It smelled like baseball, the brisk fragrances of horsehide, dust, grass and sweat filling the air. Oh, I don't remember any of the players and that just doesn't matter. I remember beautifully executed double plays and home runs and I remember many botched plays by these young men. No one remembering to cover home during a rundown, balks aplenty and seriously misjudged fly balls. But it was great baseball. The 1987 Trappers still hold the professional baseball record of 29 straight wins! Such excitement with that streak!! The Yankee fans of '41 could not have been more excited over DiMaggio's consecutive hits streak. My son was in elementary school and we loved to take about strategy and why baseball wasn't as fast as Nintendo but was far more difficult and far more important. He shook hands with the Famous Chicken and with team part-owner Bill Murray, who walked through the crowd teasing and shaking hands. My son remembers the Chicken and the game excitement but alas, does not remember meeting Bill Murray. This great game, so American and both intellectual and physical, may not be the only game on the national radar anymore, but it matters in a way that is connected to the soul of America. Anyone can play baseball. Only a few can be great at baseball. And that is what America offers to everyone. A chance to play, a chance to be great at what you choose to do, regardless of your heritage, income level, or connection to power. Play ball! Please write often about baseball, Rick. Your eloquence is needed. This beautiful sport, as you so accurately write, simply cannot be destroyed. Not by the major league players and their “union”, sports agents (although Scot Boros tries diligently), television, corporate team owners, shoe companies or other modern evils.

My favorite baseball memories are from 1987. I was a graduate student in Utah and each summer the Salt Lake Trappers were my team. They played in the Pioneer League, a rookie league filled with just out of Legion ball kids with big league dreams. The Trappers were not affiliated with any major league team, so these kids just wanted a shot and would do anything for even the remote chance offered by this team.

The little stadium nestled in the shadows of the Wasatch mountains was beautiful. It smelled like baseball, the brisk fragrances of horsehide, dust, grass and sweat filling the air. Oh, I don’t remember any of the players and that just doesn’t matter. I remember beautifully executed double plays and home runs and I remember many botched plays by these young men. No one remembering to cover home during a rundown, balks aplenty and seriously misjudged fly balls.

But it was great baseball. The 1987 Trappers still hold the professional baseball record of 29 straight wins! Such excitement with that streak!! The Yankee fans of ‘41 could not have been more excited over DiMaggio’s consecutive hits streak. My son was in elementary school and we loved to take about strategy and why baseball wasn’t as fast as Nintendo but was far more difficult and far more important. He shook hands with the Famous Chicken and with team part-owner Bill Murray, who walked through the crowd teasing and shaking hands. My son remembers the Chicken and the game excitement but alas, does not remember meeting Bill Murray.

This great game, so American and both intellectual and physical, may not be the only game on the national radar anymore, but it matters in a way that is connected to the soul of America. Anyone can play baseball. Only a few can be great at baseball. And that is what America offers to everyone. A chance to play, a chance to be great at what you choose to do, regardless of your heritage, income level, or connection to power. Play ball!

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