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Pick up a copy of Sports Illustrated for my boys …

If you haven’t tracked down the July 4 issue of Sports Illustrated — the annual “Where are They Now?” double issue — then you’re missing out on a whole lot of Major League action.

As in a seven-page feature on the cast and crew recalling moments from the past as reported by Chris Nashawaty.

You can find the story online via the SI website, but you don’t get the full impact without seeing the images and more.

Good job, Nashawaty — that’s reporter I’d not give a big ol’ shitburger to!



I really needed one of these …

The notion of Wild Thing showing up in Major League 4 makes me a little uneasy — but not as uneasy as knowing Lou Brown has little chance as me making a cameo.

You can also forget landing one of these caps, either. They’re no longer made.

But I still want one.

But the notion of the movie happening lives on. Check this out.



The greatest Indians manager of them all, Lou Brown, dies at 70

By Joe L. Brown
For www.youhitlikeshit.com

CLEVELAND — Lou Brown, the gravelly voiced manager who led the Cleveland Indians to their first pennant in more than 40 years in 1988 has died after an ongoing battle with cancer. He was 70.

Brown, whose belief in calisthenics, sound un-flashy glove work and downright loathing of contract squabbles, kept him at the helm of the Toledo Mud Hens for 30 years, was hired for the job by General Manager Charlie Donovan, who had been promoted after the death of owner Donald Phelps.

Un-beknownst to Brown and Donovan, owner Rachel Phelps had intended to produce a team worthy of re-locating to Miami, but it was Brown’s daring managerial style and an eclectic mix of veterans and unknown talent like Willie Mays Hayes, Pedro Cerrano and Ricky “Wild Thing” Vaughn that led the Indians to the AL East title for the first time since 1954.

Brown’s Tribe defeated the New York Yankees in a playoff game on a bunt by catcher Jake Taylor, which meant the team finished with a 93-70 record in his dream season. Brown told reporters that “there are two or three potential all-stars” on his roster, but it was his managing of that talent that was vital for the Tribe’s success. One example? Brown discovered that Vaughn’s wildness was a result of poor eyesight, propelling the former California Penal Leaguer into one of the game’s greatest success stories.

Brown often admitted that he wasn’t “one for inspirational addresses” and he was known for wasting sports writers’ time when they irked him. One of his great thrills in life was a simple one, grilling burgers.

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Do you have these magazines? I need copies …

For all of the things I saved through the years, I never did latch onto copies of People and Sports Illustrated where my guys appeared on the covers.

“Wild Thing” appeared on the Sept. 18, 1988, cover of People, while several of us appeared on a SI cover that fall, too.

Have one? E-mail me…

– Lou Brown



Exclusive first look world premiere: The 1989 Upper Deck cards you’ll never, ever find anywhere other than right here

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We’ve done some nosing around and have found this exclusive first look world premiere scoop of all scoops — the 14 cards pulled at the last second from the 1989 Upper Deck baseball card set. (Including a card of yours truly, Lou Brown.)

You see, Upper Deck had better things to do in 1989 than include a real Star Rookie named Ricky Vaughn in its inaugural baseball card set. (They instead opted for some bum named Ken Griffey Jr. for card No. 1.)

And they made some other last-second changes to the set — opting to not include managers, bench coaches, announcers and even some Major Leaguers in the 700-card first series.

My team was very, very disappointed. However, after 20 years these “missing”  cards have been discovered and can only be found here on my blog.

— Lou Brown

See all of the cards after the jump.

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My defining moment

What if I, Lou Brown, had a 1989 Donruss baseball card?

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My Cleveland Indians never got any respect, despite a pair of division titles and a couple of postseason runs.

And then we were broken up via free agency so Rachel Phelps could make a buck.

And the ultimate sign of disrespect is that we never appeared on any real baseball cards.

But what if I, Lou Brown, had a card? Well, I do — sort of.

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