Ouch. Thinking about the Pilots is like having a scab ripped off. One season of pro ball and then our hearts were broken! 40 years later, I can't stand the thought of setting foot in Milwaukee. Even though I have a cousin there.
I saw a Pilots game, against soon-to-be champions Brooks and Frank Robinson and the Baltimore Orioles. Got a pennant, too, which was one of my prize possessions from my childhood until some motherfucker stole it from my cubicle at work a couple of years ago. Don Mincher! Ray Oyler! Tommy Harper! Gene Brabender! Diego Segui (who was later a Mariner too).
My dad took me to a Pilots game. Still think I have the pennant somewhere. Don't remember all that much about it. I was 8. Isn't the stadium site a Lowes now?
Every time I see pictures of Randy Johnson these days, I too wonder what the hell happened to him. He looks like the picture of some mulleted Dorian Gray.
Baseball became irrelevant when the rich schmucks who own the teams became successful in shaking down their cities for hundreds of millions of dollars for unnecessary stadiums. While schools, libraries, et al. are shut down. Thanks for nothing, assholes.
@11, yes, it's a Lowe's, the one on Rainier. They have a plate outside the entrance that's supposedly where home plate was, though I'm pretty sure it's in the wrong spot and facing the wrong direction.
@14, I'm just three months younger than God. You do the math, I don't want to think about it: 10 in 1969.
@18 - we must have been born near the same time. I was 10 in 1969 - well, I was 9 during that summer, when the Pilots played - but I turned 10 that year.
Randy Johnson later became a seagull exterminator.
(and fuck Bud Selig)
@14, I'm just three months younger than God. You do the math, I don't want to think about it: 10 in 1969.