
Oops, wrong kind of Pirates. They should really call it talk like Robert Newton as Long John Silver day because he's the one we all end up sounding like: arr, shiver me timbers and all that shite. It's a pity that LJS is what he's mostly remembered for because Newton was a *great* actor. His performance as Bill Sykes in David Lean's 1948 version of Oliver Twist is amazing and amazingly scary.
Anyway, back to talk like a pirate day. Here's Robert Newton chewing on the scenery as Long John Silver:
I'm gonna talk like Kent Tekulve.
I always figured you for a submariner, big mon.
I happen to LIKE the idea of sounding like some famous baseball Pirates.
Problem is, I don't think that's a good tribute to Clemente, or Mazeroski,
or Stargell, or Barry Bonds, or Steve Blass. Unless, of course, one thinks
in terms of the crack of the ball against the bat, of the sound of
horsehide on leather being caught for an out, or the scramble of fleet feet
stealing some bases.
I'm a big, big fan of the following Pirates: Kiner, Clemente and Stargell.
I'd trade a lot of "booty" to see Kiner or Stargell hit a home run at
Forbes Field, or to see Clemente throwing the ball into third base.
Can I get a little love for my High School bud Jay Bell, y'all?
I didn't know you went to school with Jay Bell, Perfesser. He was an
terrific player; a real sparkplug.
Zirin's book has a really good chapter on Clemente. Actually, except for
the stuff about New Orleans, the books is really pretty great.
Pirates. Those were the days (91 was particularly delicious) I'm trying to
put out of my mind what it felt like to make the play-offs for sixteen
consecutive years. It's more grrrr than arrrr.
Haggis-eating pirates? Oy vey? Big Mon? All over the map aren't we?
COme on...sure you remember, Shecky.
Bonds, Bell & Bonilla, a/k/a the Killer B's. *sigh*