All-Star Games

ALL-STAR GAMES

New Hampshire defeated Vermont 27-12 in this year’s Shrine Maple Sugar Bowl All-Star Football Game before a big crowd at Castleton State College. It was N.H.’s 15^th straight triumph in the one-sided series and it got me thinking about All-Star games—to include the good, the bad, and the ugly

The first baseball All-Star game took place in 1933—the brainchild of Chicago sportswriter Arch Ward. It pitted the best of the American League against their National League counterparts. It was a resounding success and the Midsummer Classic became part of our annual sports cycle.

Ted Williams always claimed his favorite baseball memory was hitting that three-run ninth inning home run in the 1941 All-Star Game in Detroit to lead the A.L. to a 7-5 win.

Fan balloting determined the starters for the All-Star game until 1957, when Cincinnati Reds fans stuffed the ballot boxes and almost succeeded in fielding seven Reds. Major League Baseball subsequently let the players select the starters until the fans were given a second chance in 1969.

Earlier this year it looked like Kansas City Royal fans might succeed in selecting eight Royal starters but eventually common sense prevailed. Still, the game had record low television ratings, prompting concerns about the Midsummer Classic’s future.

Part of the reason for the demise of the All-Star Game has been inter-league play. A.L. vs. N.L. is just not as special anymore. So in an attempt to make the game more meaningful, MLB decreed that World Series home field advantage would be at stake during the Midsummer Classic. This was a cool idea and a step in the right direction, but more needs to be done to save the game.

Fan ballot stuffing remains a problem, threatening the integrity of the game. So here’s a solution. Create a voting formula where the players vote for their peers, with those results counting for 50%, the same percentage that fan voting would account for. That way everyone is invested.

Further, fans should pay $5 for the privilege of casting one electronic ballot per e-mail address, with the proceeds going to some worthy cause or causes. If ten million fans participated, then that would mean $50 million for a charity. If a fan had two e-mail addresses and wanted to pay ten dollars to vote twice, that’s fine. More money for charity.

Next, the size of the All-Star squads should be cut back to eighteen, which was the size of the 1933 teams. In 2009 MLB expanded the rosters to 33. That’s farcical. This may mean that some years no Red Sox players will make the team. So be it.

Stipends for participating should depend upon winning or losing. Let the winners receive stipends twice the size of the losers’ shares.

Some of these “reforms” could also be applied to the NBA and NHL.

The NBA deserves credit for creating an All-Star Weekend basketball festival, which includes not just the game, but a slam dunk competition, shooting contests, and more. But the Eastern Conference vs. Western Conference format has grown stale. The NBA should emulate an earlier NHL approach and pick a 12 player All-Star “Dream Team” to play a team of international stars—the NBA vs. the World. Then maybe we’ll see some defense. This year’s NBA All-Star Game saw the East defeating the West 163-158, a typical score for this game. And let the players wear their team uniforms, the way the baseball players do it.

The NHL All-Star format has changed over the years. At one time, the Stanley Cup champs took on the best of the rest. Then it was conference vs. conference. I liked the “NHL vs. the World” concept that was tried in 2001 when the North American All-Stars defeated the World All-Stars 14-12, which is a score typical of NHL All-Star games. A different format saw Team Chara defeat Team Alfredsson 12-9 in 2012.

The NHL does not have an All-Star Game during Winter Olympic Years, which is good. The true All-Stars wear their countries’ uniforms—and presumably play hard defense.

The NFL’s “Pro Bowl” All-Star contest is a complete joke—a farce that should be done away with. The players hate the game and don’t try hard. Roger Goodell should drive a stake through the heart of this monstrosity.

As for the Maple Sugar Bowl Game, it’s time to acknowledge that Vermont just can’t compete. The Green Mountain Boys last won in 2000, which means they have even less luck against N.H. than the N.L. has against the A.L.

So, to make things fairer, take a field position from N.H. and give it to Vermont, and let Vermont play 12 against ten. I’m sure socialist Vermont Senator and presidential candidate Bernie Sanders would approve of punishing Granite State success in this fashion.

“Live free or die!”

Dave Long and Mickey Mantle

Dave and The Mick

I recently played a round of golf at Loudon Country Club with fellow Plymouth State alum Dave Long, a noted raconteur and fellow sportswriter. His weekly HIPPO column is just about as good as this one.

We enjoyed a couple libations afterwards on the country club’s deck, and naturally the conversation turned to sports. Long shared how he’d played a role in the establishment of the Ted Williams Museum and Hitters Hall of Fame in Hernando, Fla., twenty years ago. New Hampshire developer Sam Tamposi had built a major residential complex called Citrus Hills and wanted to honor his friend Ted with a shrine of sorts that would draw tourists and baseball fans.

Long worked in public relations at the time, and as his baseball acumen was well-known, he was pulled into the project. The grand opening was in February, 1995.

“The major television networks and national media were all there,” recalled Long. “And of course, plenty of baseball Hall-of-Famers, politicians, and even Muhammed Ali.”

The irascible Williams was cool to the project at first, but on opening day he reveled in the camaraderie of all the Stan Musials and Bob Fellers who showed up—the glory of their times.

“I’ve never been around a presence like Ted’s,” said Long. “He filled up a room all by himself. The scene was breathtaking to a sports guy like me.”

A Long Island native and a long-time Yankee fan, Long was thrilled by the presence of Joe DiMaggio, who somehow got locked in a men’s room. Long volunteered to rescue the Yankee Clipper and climbed through a window and into the restroom to unjam the door. True to form, DiMaggio was distant and aloof, barely acknowledging his rescuer—in contrast to the gregarious Williams whose booming voice, backslapping, and story-telling captivated everyone.

“All the baseball greats clearly RESPECTED DiMaggio,” said Long. “But the ones who were there really LOVED Ted.”

During a pre-dinner social, Long was making his was across the room when someone grabbed his tie, jerking him to a stop. He looked up and recognized Mickey Mantle, a Hall-of-Fame Yankee and Dave’s boyhood idol.

“I like your tie,” said Mantle, as he loosened his grasp.

“Do you want it?” replied Long.

“No, I have mine,” said Mantle, who laughed and pointed to his own, identical, sports-themed cravat.

Long was taken aback by Mantle’s appearance. Years of hard-living had destroyed the Mick’s health, necessitating a liver transplant. But the two conversed about Casey Stengel’s Yankees and Mantle said he was impressed by David’s baseball knowledge.

“Well, as it was you who stopped me, I’ll tell you that I know more about you than you do,” said Long. “You were born on Oct. 27, 1931. Your father’s name was Mutt. He named you after Mickey Cochrane, the catcher. Your middle name is Charles, after your grandfather. You grew up in Commerce, Oklahoma with your twin brothers Ray and Roy. You played shortstop in the minors in Joplin, Missouri, and won the batting title there in 1950 with a .383 average. But you had 56 errors that year and the Yankees switched you to right field when moved you up in 1951, as it was DiMaggio’s last year in center field.”

“How do you know all this stuff?” asked Mantle.

“Well, you taught me to read.”

“Huh?”

“When I was in grade school, they thought I had a reading disability. I didn’t like to read. I didn’t want to read. But the teachers and my parents knew I loved sports, and they gave me a book about you. It was the first book I ever read, and I’ve been reading and writing ever since.”

Before Mantle could respond they heard a “Say hey!” and Mickey was grabbed by Willie Mays, another Hall-of-Fame center fielder. Dave continued on his way as the baseball legends chatted each other up.

Mantle died soon after that 1995 encounter, but it had to gratify the Mick to know he was Long’s inspiration. Not only did Dave learn to read but he eventually became a sportswriter with a regular column.

One that’s just about as good as this one!

COLLEGE SPORTS NICKNAMES

COLLEGE SPORTS NICKNAMES

An earlier column examined New Hampshire high school sports nicknames and identified Franklin’s Golden Tornadoes as the top nickname in the state.

Now we turn our attention to colleges.

New Hampshire colleges have unremarkable nicknames like Wildcats (UNH), Panthers, (Plymouth State), Owls (Keene State), and Hawks (St. Anselm). And worst of all, the lamentable and nebulous Big Green of Dartmouth College. “Indians” was much better.

I have nothing against Lions, Falcons, Bears, Cardinals, Cougars, Bobcats or Tigers—other than they are blasé and say nothing about the institution. For example, MIT’s teams are the Engineers. That makes sense. Ditto for Purdue University’s Boilermakers.

There are some interesting nicknames. Muhlenberg College has the Mules. Maine’s Colby College has the White Mules. But how about the “Golden Mules?”

Earlham College featutes the Hustlin' Quakers. I like that almost as much as I like Wilmington College’s Fighting Quakers, which is a bit oxymoronic, given that Quakers are ostensibly pacifists.

Campbell University has the Fighting Camels. Alliteration has its place, as with Canisius College’s Golden Griffins.

Coastal Carolina University has the Chanticleers. As I doubt that many readers know what a Chanticleer is, I’ll share that it’s a proud and fierce rooster who dominates the barnyard.

(I think I’d rather be a Chanticleer than a Mule.)

Eastern Arizona College players are Gila Monsters. Nice. But you have to love Evergreen State College’s Geoducks. These are not birds, but rather the world’s largest clams, weighing three pounds on average, and often unable to fit within their own shells.

Idaho has the Vandals, apparently honoring of the Germanic tribes that sacked Rome.

Larry Bird’s alma mater, Indiana State University has the Sycamores. But who wants to be a tree?  (This is almost as bad as Big Green.)

Athletes at Indiana University-Purdue University Fort Wayne are Mastodons. (At the risk of being sexist, I wonder if the female athletes at IPFW want to be Mastodons.)

Lincoln Memorial University has the Railsplitters. Cool. As is Marshall University’s Thundering Herd. (But what do you call a single Marshall player?)

Duke’s Blue Devils may be NCAA men’s hoop champs, but North Carolina’s Tar Heels are cooler.

Ohio Northern University has the Polar Bears. Huh?  Must be extremely northern Ohio. Ohio State University’s Buckeyes are named after a flowery shrub, that Ohioans claim is really a tree, which still makes the nickname almost as bad as Sycamores.

Sports squads at Rhode Island School of Design are known as the Nads. Go Nads! Saint Peter's College in New Jersey has the Peacocks and Peahens—obviously genderized. And if Notre Dame can have the Fighting Irish, then Yeshiva University can have the Maccabees, aka the Fighting Jews! And speaking of fighting, consider Ohio Valley University’s Fighting Scots or Ohio Wesleyan University Battlin' Bishops.

Oklahoma has the Sooners—named after cheats who claimed land in Oklahoma before they were supposed to. OU players may as well claim to be the Oklahoma Cheaters.

Apparently “Golden is Good,” as in Golden Bulls (Johnson C. Smith University), Golden Tornadoes (Geneva College), Golden Gusties (Gustavus Adolphus College), Golden Eagles (John Brown University), Golden Flashes (Kent State University),Golden Hurricane (Tulsa), or the Golden Tigers (Tuskegee University).

Finalists …

After extensive review and considerable thought, the finalists in the nickname competition included the Green Terror (McDaniel College), the Prairie Wolves (Nebraska Wesleyan University), the Pygmies (New Mexico Mining & Technology), the Hardrockers (South Dakota School of Mines and Technology), the Mad Hatters (Stetson University), the Hokies (Virginia Tech), and the Horned Frogs (Texas Christian University).

But ultimately, the clear winner had to be the Flaming Smelts of Shimer College. What could possibly top a Flaming Smelt?

College Sports Nicknames

COLLEGE SPORTS NICKNAMES

An earlier column examined New Hampshire high school sports nicknames and identified Franklin’s Golden Tornadoes as the top nickname in the state.

Now we turn our attention to colleges.

New Hampshire colleges have unremarkable nicknames like Wildcats (UNH), Panthers, (Plymouth State), Owls (Keene State), and Hawks (St. Anselm). And worst of all, the lamentable and nebulous Big Green of Dartmouth College. “Indians” was much better.

I have nothing against Lions, Falcons, Bears, Cardinals, Cougars, Bobcats or Tigers—other than they are blasé and say nothing about the institution. For example, MIT’s teams are the Engineers. That makes sense. Ditto for Purdue University’s Boilermakers.

There are some interesting nicknames. Muhlenberg College has the Mules. Maine’s Colby College has the White Mules. But how about the “Golden Mules?”

Earlham College featutes the Hustlin' Quakers. I like that almost as much as I like Wilmington College’s Fighting Quakers, which is a bit oxymoronic, given that Quakers are ostensibly pacifists.

Campbell University has the Fighting Camels. Alliteration has its place, as with Canisius College’s Golden Griffins.

Coastal Carolina University has the Chanticleers. As I doubt that many readers know what a Chanticleer is, I’ll share that it’s a proud and fierce rooster who dominates the barnyard.

(I think I’d rather be a Chanticleer than a Mule.)

Eastern Arizona College players are Gila Monsters. Nice. But you have to love Evergreen State College’s Geoducks. These are not birds, but rather the world’s largest clams, weighing three pounds on average, and often unable to fit within their own shells.

Idaho has the Vandals, apparently honoring of the Germanic tribes that sacked Rome.

Larry Bird’s alma mater, Indiana State University has the Sycamores. But who wants to be a tree?  (This is almost as bad as Big Green.)

Athletes at Indiana University-Purdue University Fort Wayne are Mastodons. (At the risk of being sexist, I wonder if the female athletes at IPFW want to be Mastodons.)

Lincoln Memorial University has the Railsplitters. Cool. As is Marshall University’s Thundering Herd. (But what do you call a single Marshall player?)

Duke’s Blue Devils may be NCAA men’s hoop champs, but North Carolina’s Tar Heels are cooler.

Ohio Northern University has the Polar Bears. Huh?  Must be extremely northern Ohio. Ohio State University’s Buckeyes are named after a flowery shrub, that Ohioans claim is really a tree, which still makes the nickname almost as bad as Sycamores.

Sports squads at Rhode Island School of Design are known as the Nads. Go Nads! Saint Peter's College in New Jersey has the Peacocks and Peahens—obviously genderized. And if Notre Dame can have the Fighting Irish, then Yeshiva University can have the Maccabees, aka the Fighting Jews! And speaking of fighting, consider Ohio Valley University’s Fighting Scots or Ohio Wesleyan University Battlin' Bishops.

Oklahoma has the Sooners—named after cheats who claimed land in Oklahoma before they were supposed to. OU players may as well claim to be the Oklahoma Cheaters.

Apparently “Golden is Good,” as in Golden Bulls (Johnson C. Smith University), Golden Tornadoes (Geneva College), Golden Gusties (Gustavus Adolphus College), Golden Eagles (John Brown University), Golden Flashes (Kent State University),Golden Hurricane (Tulsa), or the Golden Tigers (Tuskegee University).

Finalists …

After extensive review and considerable thought, the finalists in the nickname competition included the Green Terror (McDaniel College), the Prairie Wolves (Nebraska Wesleyan University), the Pygmies (New Mexico Mining & Technology), the Hardrockers (South Dakota School of Mines and Technology), the Mad Hatters (Stetson University), the Hokies (Virginia Tech), and the Horned Frogs (Texas Christian University).

But ultimately, the clear winner had to be the Flaming Smelts of Shimer College. What could possibly top a Flaming Smelt?

New NH Hoop Tourney?

CREATE NEW NH HOOP TOURNEY

March Madness was again magnificent. The NCAA Division I men’s hoop tournament really energized sports fandom for three weeks. I bonded with the Wisconsin Badgers early on and jumped on their bandwagon for a thrilling ride to the title game, where Duke finally prevailed.

I was one of the naysayers when the NCAA expanded the field to 64 over thirty years ago, but I was wrong. The current format generates so much interest and energy. I was just a hidebound traditionalist, overly resistant to change. Lesson learned.

The big field reminds me a bit of the old Indiana High School Tournament, where every school participated, with sectional and regional competition culminating in a single state champion. Naturally, the big schools dominated, but smaller schools had their moments, most notably in 1954 when tiny Milan High School won it all. The Milan experience inspired the classic sports movie HOOSIERS.

Indiana dropped its one tournament format in 1996 in favor of classes based on school size, the way we do it in New Hampshire. The change allowed for more state champions, but fans missed the old days. Tournament attendance declined drastically, from 1,064,764 in 1981 (that’s right, over a MILLION!) to 409,000 in 2009. There is a movement to return to the traditional format, a format that began in 1911.

In New Hampshire?

All of which bring us to our beloved Granite State. Should N.H. similarly consider a one class tournament?  Yes.

Could it be relatively easy?  Yes.

Will there be much resistance?  Of course.

Sports fans, especially coaches and ADs, tend to be hidebound traditionalists— like I was.

Consider the three-point shot for colleges and high schools. A man named Ed Seitz tirelessly promoted the idea for years. Hidebound traditionalists—including me—naturally opposed anything new, anything innovative. For example, the Big East coaches unanimously opposed the three-pointer. But Seitz and persevered and in 1986 the NCAA finally adopted the three-point shot. It was, of course, such a smashing success that high schools adopted it the next year. Another lesson learned.

Regarding a statewide, overall champion, N.H.’s hidebound traditionalists will say “We’ve never done THAT before. Things are fine the way they are.”

But are they? As in Indiana and elsewhere, tournament attendance in N.H. is not what it used to be. What can we do to re-create the basketball energy that once animated the Granite State? Why can’t we have some March Madness?

Actually, we CAN create an Indiana-style statewide tournament. We can do it AFTER the traditional Division Tournaments. This may involve tweaking the start dates for high school basketball, and perhaps shortening the schedule by a game or two. We could reduce the playoff teams from 16 to eight, or even four—like the College Football Playoff. So each school can still have its shot at a division title. We’ll still have eight (boys and girls) Final Fours. And then the real fun will begin.

Regionals/Sectionals

Indiana’s process involved sectional and regional competition leading to the state semifinals and finals. N.H. could implement a version of that. If the Hoosiers can make it work with 400 schools, we can certainly make it work with 80. And a neat aspect would be schools playing neighboring schools that they don’t normally play. Moultonboro might play Laconia. Sunapee might play Kearsage. Raymond might play Trinity.

Small Schools Overwhelmed?

Of course the small schools will be disadvantaged. But that’s part of the charm of the one big tournament. That why Milan was magic. And old-timers will recall many outstanding teams from smaller schools that never got a chance to show their stuff to greater audiences.

Take 1933, for example. Back then, N.H. had just two Classes, A and B. Berlin was then one of the largest cities in the state, and Berlin teams were always at or near the top of the standings. The 1933 Berlin team easily won the Class A championship, demolishing Portsmouth 42-17 in the title game. Groveton High School, a North Country neighbor, won the Class B title by defeating Peterborough High School 35-25.

Someone proposed that the two champions play each other and a game was set up. (I can’t imagine the NHIAA sanctioning such an impromptu contest in 2015, but 1933 was a simpler time.) The two state champions played each other at a neutral location in Lancaster, and Groveton prevailed to lay claim to the mythical overall state championship. Concord, Keene, and Nashua could eat their hearts out!

Existing Precedents

The NHIAA already sanctions a version of a statewide tournament for Track and Field/Cross Country. Following the Divisional Championships, top athletes from all schools come together for a Meet of Champions, which is an annual sports highlight. So why not do the same thing with basketball?

Why not indeed? Obviously some scheduling and logistical questions need answers, but if we can put a man on the moon, we can certainly work out some hoop scheduling issues in N.H.

A proposed statewide tournament would probably need to be reviewed by the NHIAA Basketball committee, most recently chaired by Suanapee’s Sean Moynihan. Other members include Alvirne’s Karen Bonney, Kearsage’s Scott Fitzgerald, Spaulding’s Kevin Hebert, Exeter’s Jeff Holmes, Lebanon’s Keith Matte, Kingswood’s Andrea Ogden, St. Thomas’ Dan Parr, Colebrook’s Buddy Trask, and Keene’s Rick Zecha. Jeffrey Collins is the NHIAA Executive Director.

Considering a statewide tourney means extra work, but the payoff would be huge in terms of generating  basketball excitement and energy. Those payoffs, while impressive, are intangible. But dollar bills are indeed tangible and measureable. The NHIAA could gather in considerable new revenue from collecting a percentage of the gate from statewide boys and girls tourneys. Consider a boys and girls championship doubleheader at UNH’s Whittemore Center in the midst of March Madness. Imagine 6000 fans at $8 a ticket. That’s almost $50,000 from one event alone. That will help the NHIAA to pay for two more title plaques. So why not try it for a couple years? If there are unintended consequences, or it doesn’t work out, we can just revert to the status quo.

So a statewide tourney becomes the latest proposal pitting hidebound traditionalists against innovative visionaries. I believe the NHIAA basketball committee includes enough visionaries to give this a shot. We can do this!

Or my name isn’t Ed Seitz.

BoSOX-CUBA CONNECTION

CUBAN CONNECTIONS

NEWS ITEM—The Boston Red Sox recently awarded teen-aged Cuban infielder Yoan Moncada a record $31.5million signing bonus. Reportedly, the total cost was $63 million, as there is a Major League Baseball tax of 100% for excessive spending on international free agents.

Sixty-three million dollars to sign an unproven Cuban 19-year-old. Aye carumba!

According to Prensa Libre/Associated Press, BoSox legend Luis Tiant, also a Cuban, played a role in wooing Yoan.

“Big kid, very strong,” Tiant said. “I think he’s a third baseman. We talked a little and I told him to work hard.”

So El Tiant “thinks” Yoan is a third baseman. Hmmmm. How much are we paying El Tiant for his help?

I ask that because to help secure the deal, the Red Sox also signed Carlos Mesa, a 27-year-old third baseman and FOY—Friend of Yoan. A Moncada mentor, Mesa was released by the Pirates organization in 2013 and played independent ball last season. So the cost of bringing Moncada to Boston is higher than we realize. But didn’t BoSox General Manager Ben Cherrington already spend almost $100 million to sign Pablo Sandoval to play third base? Double “Aye carumba!!”

The good news is that the BoSox outbid the Yankees for Yoan. Or IS that good news? I wonder. How much money do the Sox have to throw around? We’re talking about a team that’s finished in last place two out of the past three seasons.

The Red Sox earlier paid $72 million dollars to sign Cuban defector Rusney Castillo. But Yoan was NOT a defector. Moncada was given a passport and visa and allowed to leave by the Cuban government. So obviously the teen sensation’s status was blessed by the Castro brothers, Fidel and Raoul—Cuba’s Communist dictators.

So I ask, is any of Moncada’s money going to go back to the Cuban government, i.e. the Castros? A lot of people probably don’t care, just so long as Moncada can play. But I care. I’m not sure that I want to pay big bucks at Fenway Park, knowing that some of it will support Communist dictators. Call me old-fashioned, but that’s how I feel.

Consider what happened to Miami Marlin manager Ozzie Guillen in 2012. For some reason, Guillen felt a need to declare that he was a fan of Fidel, the elder of the Castro tyrants, who is supposedly a “retired” dictator. As south Florida is largely populated by anti-Communist Cuban refugees, Guillen’s statements were an epic example of insensitive stupidity. The Marlins actually suspended Guillen for his comments, and the team never recovered.

In the musical comedy DAMN YANKEES, Joe Boyd sold his soul to the Devil so that his Washington Senators could beat out the New York Yankees. It didn’t turn out well. I hope I’m overthinking re: Boston baseball money going to the Communist government in Cuba. I don’t think it would turn out well.

FIDEL’S FASTBALL—NOT!

Speaking of Fidel Castro and Washington, I recalled an internet story about Fidel once having a Major League try-out with the Senators back in the 50’s. I looked into this and discovered the story to be a myth. Fidel wasn’t that good. It never happened. As Abraham Lincoln reportedly said, “Don’t believe all the quotes you read on the internet.”

BLEACHER SEATS AT FENWAY

The first time I went to a Red Sox game at Fenway Park, in 1972, I paid $2 to sit in the centerfield bleachers. Years later, with the advent of free agency, the Red Sox raised the bleacher price to $3. I recall the outrage of many fans.

“Are the Red Sox crazy? Do they really expect us to pay THREE DOLLARS to go to a game?”

Yet pay we did. (But presumably none of those dollars went to Castro’s Communist Cuban government.)

Tittle and Brady, Giants and Pats (and Tightwads)

GIANTS, PATRIOTS, AND MEMORIES

I started watching sports as a six-year-old in (gulp) 1961. Every autumn Sunday at 1 p.m., my dad and I went to our “TV Room.” There we’d watch the New York football Giants on CBS-TV Channel 3, out of Burlington, Vt.—where the Giants had a preseason camp. The Giants always put on a show. Old-timers will remember the names. Y.A. Tittle. Frank Gifford. Andy Robustelli. Sam Huff.  On and on.

The games were in “black-and-white” as opposed to color, of course. But I can still hear TV play-by-play broadcaster Chris Schenkel’s voice.

“TOUCHDOWN, New York!”

I recall Tittle throwing for seven TD passes against the Washington Redskins in 1962. What fun it was to watch Alex Webster, Rosey Grier, Erich Barnes and company. The fledging Patriots weren’t taken seriously in those days. The Giants owned New England

The Giants made the NFL title game in 1961 and 1962, losing to the Packers both years. In 1963 Tittle threw for 36 touchdowns (in 14 games) but New York lost to the Chicago Bears, 14-10 in the championship game.

Those Sunday afternoon memories will never fade away.

Now the Patriots own New England, and countless New Hampshire youngsters now have their own lasting Sunday afternoon memories--watching a team that seldom disappoints.

However, there’s a difference between the Tittle-era Giants and the Tom Brady-era Patriots. Following that 1963 title game, the Giants fell upon hard times. In 1964 the team finished 2-10-2 and Tittle retired. In 1966 the Giants went 1-13. The magic was gone. Our “TV Room” was empty on Sunday afternoons.

But since Brady era began in 2001, the Patriots have had nothing but winning seasons—including five Super Bowl trips. Earlier this month they clinched yet another AFC East title. Fourteen years of unprecedented gridiron success have cemented Pats imagery into the minds of countless youngsters. A half century from now they’ll call up vivid memories of a Patriot Golden Age—just as I have my Giant memories.

So this Sunday I’ll be watching the Pats host the Buffalo Bills. At 1 p.m.. On CBS. In color. In my “TV room.” And I’ll be mentally thanking Coach Bill Belichick and Company for the memories, while pondering how sad it must be for generations of football youngsters to grow up in places like Detroit.

Go Pats!

MORE ON CHARLIE COMISKEY

I owe a “Thank you” to loyal reader Bill Lamb of Meredith, who took me to task for my comments regarding the supposedly penurious Chicago White Sox owner Charlie Comiskey (Sport-Thoughts, Dec. 11 Weirs Times). I pointed out that star ChiSox slugger Shoeless Joe Jackson made only $6000 in 1919, and the conventional wisdom was that the team threw the World Series that year because Comiskey didn’t pay them what they deserved.

Bill writes that “Comiskey was a relatively generous owner who paid his players the going salary rate, and then some.” He sent documentation that the ChiSox had the second highest player payroll in baseball for 1919. Apparently the portrayal of Comiskey as a tightwad owner was a stratagem devised by Black Sox defense lawyers at the 1921 criminal trial. Who knew?

Well, now YOU know “the rest of the story.”

Still, there remain internet accounts of Comiskey forcing his players to launder their own uniforms. And the story lingers that Comiskey’s promised bonus for winning the 1919 pennant turned out to be a case of flat champagne. But as Abe Lincoln reportedly said, “Don’t trust everything you read on the internet.”

Anyway, thanks for the info, Bill. Have a Merry Christmas!

(And if there ARE any tightwad, skinflint Scrooges out there who are not paying people what they deserve, may you be visited by the ghost of Shoeless Joe in your dreams tonight.)