Very Cool
The first-ever gathering of the McCovey Chronicles brethren and sisteren at the appropriately titled McCovey Chronicles' Restaurant at McCovey's Cove East was a rousing success -- at least for me. What great people and great Giants fans I was permitted to meet.
After the event, appropriately capped by a Giant win after inappropriately being temporarily thrown off track by yet another Giants arsonist, I was able to spend time conversing with DeLorean and his wife, girlfriend, could I marry her if you ever get tired of her?
And naturally we talked about ... cars. Turns out this lovely thing drives the exact same car I do. Mazda. MX 5 (aka Miata). Charcoal. Black top. I thought about telling DeLorean that he could just HAVE my car, and I would drive home with HER.
But I didn't, since I had spent the lovely evening sitting next to the delicious (offered me dessert -- no, not THAT kind, you lecherous thing, you), delightful, charming and talented Baron, sexily adorned in her finest McCovey Chronicles T-shirt. Well, yeah, she was wearing pants, too.
Oh, and I brought my friend Jim, the only guy I know who looks as goofy as I. He had never met ANYONE like the McCoven. But then, neither had I.
So as I walked to my car, cursing myself for choosing it over DeLorean's prized possession, I ran into none other than Toothpick, so nicknamed by none other than Willie McCovey himself. Toothpick, who was one of the two nice people who greeted us at the front door and helped us figure out why there was no reservation under the obvious name, "McCovey Chronicles" and under what name the actual reservation -- I was beginning to have some -- was made.
And Toothpick had the most wonderful suggestion for our next gathering, the one after they add "Chronicles" to the restaurant's name. Hopefully that gathering will be soon and become maybe a twice-a-season-or-so event, perhaps even with a hot stove league session. Toothpick suggested that we call ahead and ask if they would reserve the "McCovey Room" for us -- the one in the back where Willie himself eats when he visits, the one with the mementos under glass, right under your place mat. The private room with the two TV's! The one where we can scream our celebration of the inevitable Giants win without causing heart attacks among the startled patrons.
Toothpick said the McCovey Room has a two-hour limit, but that when we tell them that we ARE The McCovey Chronicles, they might be willing to waive it -- presumably if we promise them a Giants win!
Anyway, I just wanted to thank all involved for a WONDERFUL time. It was really cool to meet all you fabulous people and CRAZY-mad fans.
Oh, I wanted to tell Baron and she and I would make a strange and wonderful couple, since I'm strange and she's wonderful.
And DeLorean, if you ever need help ...
And, no, Jim and I are not gay.
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Not that there’s anything wrong with that!!
And Roger, as you might imagine there’s a pretty long list of people waiting around for Tracy to come to her senses and dump me, but I’ll ask her to add your name to the list.
The McCovey Room sounds amazing—we should definitely take advantage of that next time!
Billy Hayes: His job is better than yours.
As long
As long as you bring Tracy, any room will do! :)
So where do you suppose Toothpick was headed after getting off work? That’s right, to another restaurant. Stanford’s. Toothpick said he isn’t even a Giants fan, but after moving out from Florida, his dad - who knows the owners - helped him get the job. Been there for two and a half years.
And you’re right. There’s nothing wrong with being gay. I probably would have suggested it to Jim—if not for Tracy and Baron!
Oh, and there was yet another fox across the table and a couple of seats down from me—but she was with this mean-looking guy who looked as though he could turn Toothpick into a pretzel. I certainly wasn’t going to risk seeing what he could do to ME!
Oh, and congratulations to the group on just eating up all my trivia. I can’t get ANYTHING past this group—although Ron Hassey certain blew right by ME.
In fact, I’m wondering if Ron might be gay—since he obviously is the perfect receiver.
It sounds like an awesome time. The next one I will be there! Especially now that I have a BART chauffeur. The McCovey room is indeed awesome. Did anyone get the four-person burger?
Still-proud, adoptive mama of Notgardo Alfonzo, who's back from the 50-game purgatory. He promises never to do it again. I couldn't get him to promise to hit, though. We're working on that with bribes of M&Ms, kind of like potty training.
Awesome
Apparently that’s on the brain today.
Still-proud, adoptive mama of Notgardo Alfonzo, who's back from the 50-game purgatory. He promises never to do it again. I couldn't get him to promise to hit, though. We're working on that with bribes of M&Ms, kind of like potty training.
by tk on Aug 2, 2008 1:03 PM PDT up reply actions
Jim was also cool. I loved sitting around talking about old school baseball with those guys, Rog and Jim.
"While conservatives tell you 'leave things alone and no one will lose,' and liberals tell you 'interfere a lot and no one will lose,' baseball says 'someone will lose.' Not only says it - but insists upon it! ... Democracy is lovely, but baseball's more mature." BVCE supports SF Dugout and Manny Burriss.
by BaronVonCurrentEvents on Aug 2, 2008 7:00 PM PDT reply actions
Careful
Careful with that “old school” stuff, Baron. I used to know what that meant, but I just can’t remember anymore.
Well I can tell my nieces and nephews* that I saw Barry Bonds and Tim Lincecum but I need to hang on your every word for Mays and that.
I say nieces and nephews provided my brothers have kids. At the rate they’re going…I’m not so sure it’s a good idea. One got thrown out of the Navy for doing drugs, and the other is 12.
"While conservatives tell you 'leave things alone and no one will lose,' and liberals tell you 'interfere a lot and no one will lose,' baseball says 'someone will lose.' Not only says it - but insists upon it! ... Democracy is lovely, but baseball's more mature." BVCE supports SF Dugout and Manny Burriss.
by BaronVonCurrentEvents on Aug 2, 2008 11:57 PM PDT up reply actions
name dropping
Hey Sharksrog, who were the fellows I am I supposed to mention to Mr. Hammond tomorrow? Your son and that other guy who played basketball. I don’t recall their names!
"While conservatives tell you 'leave things alone and no one will lose,' and liberals tell you 'interfere a lot and no one will lose,' baseball says 'someone will lose.' Not only says it - but insists upon it! ... Democracy is lovely, but baseball's more mature." BVCE supports SF Dugout and Manny Burriss.
by BaronVonCurrentEvents on Aug 2, 2008 7:39 PM PDT reply actions
Names
If you would be so kind as to ask Steve about Mike Lawson - who was easily the school’s best athlete even over Steve - and Aaron Lett, my son who was the school’s soccer goalie. Both graduated with Steve.
Here’s a little story you can tell him that might entertain him—and one he likely doesn’t know about.
As I mentioned to you, I ref basketball. Mike Lawson, who got Cal’s last basketball scholarship that year but quickly dropped out. (He should have gone to DVC so he could become a TEAM player and not be socially and academically blown away.) Perhaps Mike’s best friend was Mike Cornwell, who played with Mike on the basketball team and played sweeper in front of my son in soccer, both in high school and in club.
I called “Corny” for a backcourt foul in a game during his senior year. It was barely a foul, but it was a push in the back that forced a travel. Corny couldn’t believe it. “That’s bullshit, Roger!” he yelled at me. Naturally I had to give him a technical foul, since he went beyond the initials and added to it by calling me by NAME. His coach immediately took him out of the game.
The following Monday I got called on an emergency basis to do a lower-level game at Alhambra. There was Corny shooting around at the side of the court. I told him I was sorry I had to give him a “T.” “I didn’t give you much choice,” was his reply.
A few months thereafter Corny was voted the Martinez Young Man of the Year, so you can see what a fine young man he was, despite this awkward incident. I love him like I love Tim—like a son.
So maybe you should ask Steve about Mike Cornwell, too. And tell him Murty has been following his career. Murty also graduated with this class - which was probably more clicky than close-knit - and is now a teacher at Alhambra.
My son was pretty much a nerd (like me) in high school, but he really grew out of his shell in college (Cal).
Anyway, I would LOVE to see Steve do well. He didn’t play basketball as a senior - at least not according to the yearbook - but I recognized him when my son showed me his picture. Ask him if he played any basketball in previous years.
Oh, and it was great to meet you—as it was great to meet EVERYONE! What an outstanding evening. And the Giants actually WON!
wow
I was at that time one of Mike Lawson closest friends, but I moved to SoCal shortly after he left Cal and am a horrible at keeping in touch well… I know “corny’ too and have sort of kept up with both of them. I was the year before them.
Mike’s issue at Cal wasn’t his lack of being a cable player or even a team player , and it wasn’t an academic issue either, as he was capable. It was far more the situation his life was in, and secondary stuff from his past than any of the above.
My sister was in the same grade as ‘Mike, Corny, and Steve and your son—though I only know ‘of’ the latter two.
Mike Lawson
Really too bad for Mike about the timing. You know Warren Bedell, the AD at Alhambra. (What was his nickname? Scratch and Claw or whatever it was, based on a particular habit he had?) I remember talking to him about Mike on a couple of different occasions.
The first was when he told me that Mike was indeed being looked at by Cal and that he was a qualifier academically. That seemed like a bit of a longshot at that time though, and in my mind I was thinking that if Mike could play a couple of years at DVC, Coach “Coach” (Steve Coccimiglio) would turn Mike into a team player, and a really, really good one.
The other time I talked to Warren about Mike, he told me that in his four seasons as a varsity starter at Alhambra, Mike NEVER missed a free throw in the final two minutes of a game. And as much as Mike handled the ball, he got to the line a LOT. That’s an AMAZING accomplishment.
As you no doubt know, Alhambra is incredible sports-wise even though the DiMaggio brothers had all moved to San Francisco long before they would have attended in that the football coaching Turner brothers went there, as did both the Van Gundies who coach basketball.
In fact, Stan Van Gundy played on a highly successful Alhambra team with my wife’s cousin. If you played baseball or basketball at Alhambra, you might even know the cousin, who went on to win a pitching scholarship to St. Mary’s and later did some assistant coaching for the Bulldogs. Vince Albanese is his name.
Speaking of names, what is your sister’s name? I’m guessing my son knows her.

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