HHH Gets the Nod

HHH Gets the Nod

Attendance Quiz: No, I”m not checking up on how many times

you”ve logged in. As of games played through 7/28, what team

led the major leagues in ”road” attendance? Answer below.

The ”68 Democratic Convention…Finis

We pick up the story late on Wednesday, Aug. 28. After all of

the chaotic action earlier in the evening, Hubert Humphrey

formally received the nomination with 1761 votes to 601 for

Eugene McCarthy. [George McGovern tallied 146 and 67 went

to Reverend Channing Phillips of the District of Columbia, the

first black ever placed in presidential nomination in a major

party.]

Edmund Muskie was then nominated to be vice president.

Humphrey himself didn”t select Muskie until Thursday morning.

LBJ had wanted Hubert to pick former North Carolina governor

Terry Sanford. But HHH chose Muskie over Oklahoma Senator

Fred Harris.

[In the nominating procedure, Julian Bond was the only other

candidate nominated, a symbolic choice as he wasn”t even old

enough to qualify.]

Meanwhile, Eugene McCarthy was running around saying he

might support a 4th party. [George Wallace was the 3rd party

candidate in ”68.] The next day, 500 dissidents formed the New

Party, which ended up obtaining ballot positions in 29 states.

Comedian Dick Gregory became their presidential nominee.

Yes, McCarthy was no John McCain. He told his supporters he

would endorse neither Humphrey nor Richard Nixon.

Tom Hayden continued to whip his fellow scuzzballs into a

frenzy. 2,000 assembled in Grant Park as Hayden spoke of a new

time, “(The) era of peaceful and orderly demonstrations is coming

to an end.other methods will be needed.”

On the final night of the convention, Thursday, Teddy Kennedy

introduced another film of a fallen brother (in ”64 Bobby had

introduced a film of JFK). Teddy said:

“If my brother”s life, and death, had one meaning above all others,

it was this: that we should not hate but love one another, that our

strength should not be used to create the conditions of oppression

that lead to violence, but the conditions of justice that lead to

peace.”

LBJ had insisted the memorial film be shown after Humphrey had

clinched the nomination. Smart move, because otherwise the

convention could have moved to Teddy for president. The film,

and the memories, riled them up.

In his acceptance speech, Hubert Humphrey, ever gracious,

honored Democratic nominees from the past, including, at the

end, LBJ, which led to a chorus of boos. Humphrey had refused

to distance himself from an unpopular president out of a sense of

loyalty. [I always liked HHH. A good person, if a little

misguided.]

There was one final tragedy of the convention. Some of

McCarthy”s campaign workers were drowning their sorrows back

at the Hilton. After 5 in the morning, police raided the room

where they were partying and began pounding on the kids. The

police said they were being pelted from the 15th floor suite. This

was highly debatable. Some of the workers were severely beaten.

As the conventioneers finally made their way from Chicago,

Mayor Daley held a news conference, denouncing the

demonstrators as “terrorists.” Later, when told that 650 had been

arrested during the week, Daley added, “I think you newsmen

missed the point. No one was killed.” Daley had conveniently

forgotten the 17-year-old, Jerome Johnson, who had been shot 4

days before the convention began. A report on the convention,

commissioned by LBJ, later labeled the whole week as a “police

riot.”

By the time Hubert Humphrey received the nomination, the party

was in a shambles. The election was essentially over.

In their book, “The Century,” authors Peter Jennings and Todd

Brewster comment.

“Played out on a national scale, Chicago was the moment of

confrontation every dysfunctional family dreads, the ritual dinner

when son finally challenges father and the long-suppressed

oedipal rage breaks free across the table, sending the potatoes

flying and the rest of the family running for cover. Only the ritual

here was a national ritual, a political convention, as old a national

ritual as the nation itself, and the family watching the blood

flowing was the family of America, at home in front of its

television set.”

Regardless of which side you supported, the whole bloody scene

was shameful. And, in case you”re wondering why I decided to

run a story on a Democratic Convention while the Republican one

was taking place, well, it”s because I have a sense that Los

Angeles could have some echoes of Chicago. Philly was tame.

But the protesters you see in L.A. starting on August 14 could be

loaded for bear.

[Additional Source: “1968: The Year the Dream Died,” Jules

Witcover.]

Bigfoot Tale

I hope you”ll excuse your editor as I take a break from writing

about political conventions. In my effort to relax the

other day, I came across the following story in The Weekly World

News. I”ll let you be the judge as to its authenticity.

[Actually, if you have never picked up this paper, it”s fun to

peruse about twice a year.]

So it seems that one Dr. Frank Chavis was doing some research

on my favorite topic, black bears. He sprained his ankle walking

through some trails and fell through a clump of bushes. On the

other side were “Bigfoot cubs,” each about 3-feet tall. Chavis

was led to a cave where the 9-foot parents were. The good

doctor said that the parents faces were expressive and human!

I”m thinkin” Jim Carrey or John Belushi, personally. Dr. Frank

tells us:

“Not having TV or radio, they entertained themselves by taking a

rock or twig and passing it around, seeming to admire the natural

beauty in it. The most important thing I learned from living with

a Bigfoot family is that it”s possible to be happy and peaceful

without the hectic complications of cars, TV, and the other

trappings of modern society.”

That is a truly remarkable and beautiful tale, Dr. Frank. Yes, we

really need to just slow down sometimes. Admire that rock or

twig…but away from your family. You could find yourself

sleeping elsewhere.

A Real Fish Tale

Tired of my bear stories? Now this one is totally true. It seems a

giant swordfish hooked off the Mexican coast jumped into the

fisherman”s boat and speared the man through his abdomen.

A spokesman for Acapulco General Hospital, David Millan, said

Jose Rojas Mayarita, 39, was reeling in the 10-foot marlin last

Saturday when the fish leaped from the waves and landed on him.

The marlin”s spear pierced the fisherman”s abdomen and came out

the other side. Rojas drifted for two days in his boat, unable to

get up, until another vessel rescued him. He was treated Tuesday

and was under observation in the hospital. [Source: AP]

I”m assuming the swordfish was grilled with a touch of lemon.

I”m also fairly certain that Mr. Mayarita will have some wicked

nightmares the rest of his life. We wish him the best. Want a

Corona?!

Update…GTS Katie

So here I”ve been running some stories on the cargo ship, GTS

Katie, that has been sitting up in the North Atlantic with 10% of

the Canadian Forces tanks and other equipment once used in the

Balkans. The U.S.-based (but Caribbean registered) ship”s

owners were afraid that if they brought the vessel into port, they

wouldn”t be paid.

Well, as of this writing, the captain of the ship told CBC that they

were “under attack” as Canadian troops are in the process of

boarding, and guiding, it into Canadian waters.

Top 3 songs for the week of 8/7/65: 31 “I”m Henry VIII, I AM”

(Herman”s Hermits) #2 “(I Can”t Get No) Satisfaction” (The

Rolling Stones) #3 “What”s New Pussycat” (Tom Jones…which

reminds me, it”s about time to profile Tom…maybe Wednesday).

More No-Hit Trivia

Johnny Mac wanted to pass along his favorite pitchers who threw

no-hitters. We both love the more obscure players.

J Mac”s personal favorite is Bobo Holloman, who in 1953 was in

his first season as a long relief man with the St. Louis Browns

when he was given the opportunity to start a game. The

date.May 6. Holloman throws a No-No. He finished up the

season 3-7 with a 5.26 ERA. That was also his career record.

But he”s in the record book.

And then there is Virgil “Fire” Trucks. Yes, a hideous nickname.

But this was a pretty darn good pitcher who compiled a 177-135

record in the majors, mostly with the Tigers in the 40s and 50s.

Trucks had one real off season, 1952, when he went 5-19 for a

horrible Tigers ball club (50-104). Horrible, except for two

things. He threw two No-No”s. Both 1-0 masterpieces.

And now you can wow your friends and win an ale or two.

Attendance Quiz: Did you say Yankees? WRONG!

The correct answer is the Cincinnati Reds with a 39,550 avg.

attendance at road games. The Yankees are second at 36,500

with the Cardinals third, 35,900.

Next Bar Chat, Monday…The Roseboro / Marichal basebrawl.

And some scary nature stuff.