TCBA Yearbook

1956

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Seasons
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1905  1906  1907 1908  1909  1910

1911  1912  1913
1914  1915  1916 1917  1918  1919

1920

1921  1922  1923
1924  1925  1926 1927  1928  1929

1930  1931  1932
1933  1934  1935 1936  1937  1938
1939

1940  1941  1942
1943  1944  1945 1946  1947  1948
1949

1950  1951  1952
1953  1954  1955 1956  1957  1958
1959

1960  1961  1962
1963  1964  1965 1966  1967  1968
1969

1970  1971  1972
1973  1974  1975 1976  1977  1978
1979

1980  1981  1982
1983  1984  1985 1986  1987  1988
1989 

1990  1991  1992
1993  1994  1995 1996  1997  1998
1999

2000  2001  2002
2003  2004  2005 2006  2007  2008
2009 

2010  2011  2012
2013  2014  2015 2016  2017  2018
2019  

Miscellaneous
Foreword 1
Foreword II
Introduction
The Ad
The Letter
The Test
First Newsletter
Yesterday
Gold
Origins

TCBA Almanac

 

Hackbart Division

 

Shiloh Division

Hyde Park

114

40

...

Portsmouth

78

75

...

Bergen

93

61

21

Mimosa

67

87

12

Long Island

72

81

42

Cleveland

64

89

14

South Starrucca

72

81

42

Wilderness

61

92

17

 

Gorney Division

 

Brown Division

Siouxland

84

70

...

Kilkenny

84

70

...

Mexicali

78

75

5.5

Sacramento

80

72

3

Bradenton

74

79

9.5

Norfolk

79

75

5

Waukesha

53

94

28

Fortney

70

82

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Comments - A TCBA first-time-ever Three-peat for the VitaMen.

Gerry Hobbs - So anyway, yesterday (1/25/2009) I was sitting in the Palm Springs Airport and a guy sat down behind me. I didn't really notice him until someone came up to talk to him and asked him if he remembered Joe Schmoe. The conversation was clearly about baseball (Gary Geiger's name came up). Later, somebody else came up and I heard, "Oh, I am your biggest fan ever", and then I heard, "What an honor it is to meet you" and then, "My husband just idolizes you".

By this time I was pretty sure that all of this must be meant for me and that the guy behind me must be my clone or that talking to the back of a famous celebrity's head had come into vogue without my noticing it. By now my wife was nudging me and asking, "who IS that man", so I turned around to see who the impostor was and it turned out to be Yogi Berra. I guess I recognized some combination of the back of his head and the back of his ears - not sure which is bigger. I suppressed the impulse to congratulate him on the honor being chosen to share the catching duties on my TCBA Yesterday team with Jim Fanning. It seemed he was getting enough attention without me. Yogi and I were on the same flight to Phoenix, along with 50 of our closest friends. He was in row 7. I was in row 5, so I didn't see him after we got to Phoenix. There is a strict hierarchy in airline seating, you know. I must say Yogi was most gracious to all the people who came up, ostensibly just to bother him. At least a half-dozen of them got pictures of him (and the back of my head). He has got to be 80- something and I can report that he walked smartly up the regional jet ramp by himself although his wife used a wheelchair. The important lesson I took home from all of this is that even New York Yankees can be nice people, after they've turned 80 or gotten traded.

 

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