tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266573065584680131.post1872085617700123273..comments2023-05-23T06:58:05.579-04:00Comments on Fugue for Tinhorns: Goodbye, George: My enemy; my friendGlenn Cravenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09760553404742644042noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266573065584680131.post-22857535703982203392010-07-13T20:48:36.448-04:002010-07-13T20:48:36.448-04:00Wow! You sure nailed that one. Our Dads must have ...Wow! You sure nailed that one. Our Dads must have been cut from the same cloth. Mine was an avid KC Athletics fan and I used to watch him as he spent many a hot summer night listening to the static on the radio and every once in a while you could hear the announcer. But then came the Royals and the above mentioned group of heroes to many of us mid-western boys. I totally understand the ill feelings of George. He was awful. He made the Kaufmans look like deity. I especially disliked the way he treated his managers, one in particular, Billy Martin. I was fortunate enough to attend several of those classic play off games and, with my Dad, one series game against the Phillies (and Pete Rose). <br />Just a side note: The Royal fans loved baseball and respected visitors and even applauded a good play from the opposition. But the only two people that I ever witnessed getting a good booing on a regular basis were George Steinbrenner and Pete Rose. And I guess they deserved it.<br />Thank you for the well written walk down memory lane of a wonderful, wonderful time.The Track Philosopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05754510181537292542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266573065584680131.post-61086759863909064882010-07-13T17:48:27.535-04:002010-07-13T17:48:27.535-04:00Well said!Well said!Valerie Grashhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02696887655473752690noreply@blogger.com