– Bob Feller
While many were getting ready for golf over the weekend, some of us were enjoying the season’s opening games of the Augusta GreenJackets.
The highlight of Friday night’s first game? I would say Nate Mercer’s fourth-inning proposal to Suzanne Tropea atop the first base dugout. (Our online page views would agree.)
In fact, considering the team’s shutout victory over Lexington, perhaps they should invite someone to propose marriage every night.
I think the rule book states that umpires are allowed to arbitrate vows if the game is in progress.
And if they are not newlyweds, perhaps older fans could just renew their vows.
Anything for a win.
It was also good to see Martha and Ernie and Bob and Dot and Jerry and Pastor Dave’s Diamond Darlings.
I also spent a few moments at the corner of the steps on the first-base side where my good friend the late Lloyd Creech and I spent so many nights talking about old Augusta baseball. I trust he now watches all the games from the ultimate skybox.
SPEAKING OF OLD BASEBALL: Bob Smith, of Aiken, passed away last week. Smith, who will be buried in his native New Hampshire, pitched for the Boston Red Sox, Pittsburgh Pirates and Detroit Tigers back in the late 1950s.
Although his major league record was not extensive, he often shows up in old stories talking about his Pittsburgh roommate Harvey Haddix, who pitched a perfect game into the 13th inning against the Milwaukee Braves on May 26, 1959. But he lost 1-0 on a home run.
HAPPY RETIREMENT: Kenneth Cook, longtime president and CEO of Jefferson Energy Cooperative, officially retired March 31. I am told he will be able to spend more time on his farm in Telfair County, which sounds like more work to me.
TODAY’S GOLF JOKE: Police were called to an apartment and found a woman holding a 3-iron standing over her philandering husband. The detective looked at the unconscious man on the floor and asked, “Ma’am, is that your husband?”
“Yes” said the woman.
“Did you hit him with that golf club?” the cop asked.
“Yes, yes, I did,” she answered.
The woman then began to cry, dropped the club, and put her hands on her face.
“How many times did you hit him?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” the woman said between sobs. “Put me down for a five.”