The lights went on again at 7:40 p.m., on Dec. 10, 1975, when I stepped out of the elevator at the Diplomat Hotel in Hollywood, Fla., surrounded by Lee MacPhail, the president of the American League; James Garner, the league attorney; and a group of my own lawyers and associates. At the end of the long corridor the photographers were waiting, and, as we proceeded down the even longer corridor that led to the conference room where the flower of the American League had gathered to welcome me, halfheartedly, back into the most exclusive men’s club in America, we were suddenly moving in a pool of light. Which only proves once again, kids, that if you set your eyes upon a distant star and keep plugging away, every once in a while you can buy the Chicago White Sox.
- Bill Veeck (Sports Illustrated, March 15, 1976)
Read the rest: "Back Where I Belong"
Cover photo by Stephen Green-Armytage/SI, via The Jumping Frog
If any of you mooks are in LA and want to come hang out while I spin some awesome country shit, come on by.
TONIGHT! 6-11 PM @ Footsie’s Bar. Come on down and say “Howdy!” I’ll be the guy with the mop top and raggedy ass beard spinning boss songs.
Are you in and/or around the LA Metropolitan region? C’mon down to Footsie’s Bar on Sunday to hang out and drink drinks while the Midnight Rider herself, Mitra, and I spin country music for hours and hours.
Dance group Pans People, 1976
Fans line up at Comiskey to attend Auto Polo, “America’s Newest Craze” in 1915, Chicago.
If your love life is less than ideal, don’t worry — your hat is awesome.
Further reading: Dr. Lewis’ A General Theory of Love
A little comic I made for UC Research.
1985/86 Rockitz Flyer courtesy Bobby Hufnell of Unseen Force.
Played the Damned on Les Temps last week.
Always slept on, always fantastic.