The Man (1920 – 2013)

goodnight, sweet prince
and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest

Posted by Fat Man at January 20, 2013 7:20 PM

Thank you, Mr. Musial. Nice guys don't always finish last.

Posted by mushroom at January 20, 2013 8:43 PM

A night game and Harry Carey on my first transistor radio (playing under the pillow) calling the pitches for Stan the Man. That's my first memory of The Man.

I think it was the same summer we went to St. Louis and sat along the left field line just past third. I got his autograph that day and had dinner at his restaurant that evening. I'll bet he's still signing autographs.

Posted by I-RIGHT-I at January 21, 2013 2:26 PM

I thought about doing that since I can recite it from memory but then I thought that to do it in Middle English would be too pretentious for Stan.

Posted by vanderleun at January 21, 2013 6:05 PM

I overheard a conversation between Casey Stengel and Yogi Berra as a lad, which might have qualified as Middle English.

Posted by james wilson at January 21, 2013 7:27 PM

We'll miss ya, Stan. Baseball is better for you having graced it with your ability, kindness, and love of the sport.

I bet Casey and Yogi could understand each other, even if nobody else could.

Posted by waltj at January 22, 2013 9:35 AM

Nah, Middle English is what we grew up talkin around St. Louis.

Look it up on a map. Right in the middle.

Posted by Rob De Witt at January 23, 2013 1:59 PM

Yogi grew up in St. Louis.

Posted by mushroom at January 23, 2013 8:35 PM