Baseball fan shares his '66 World Series treasure

This Just In. . .

April 26, 1996|By DAN RODRICKS

Thirty years ago, Fred Mueller's Uncle Milford gave him a ticket to the fourth game of the World Series. Mueller went with his Aunt Helen to Memorial Stadium and sat in the left field bleachers where -- the most lucky fella -- he managed to grab a home run ball. It wasn't just any home run ball, either. It was F. Robinson's fourth-inning homer, the only one in the game. The final score was 1-0, Orioles over the Dodgers, and a sweep of the series.

So what Fred Mueller took home that day in 1966 was a world championship-winning home run ball.

A nice piece, as the collectors say.

At the time, Mueller was a student at St. Bonaventure, back home in Baltimore for the series. "I had to get back to school after the game," Mueller says. "So my mother, Coraline, found out where Frank Robinson lived and took the ball to his house. He autographed it. He didn't ask to keep it."

So it's been in Fred Mueller's possession all this time.

But starting Sunday, look for the ball in the Babe Ruth Museum's 1966 exhibit, on loan from the kid who caught it.


Letters, we get letters, we get lots and lots of letters. And this week almost all pertain to the same subject: Maryland's official state question. New Mexico has one -- "Green or red?" (referring to the choice in salsas) -- so the other day, just for the taste of it, I asked readers of This Just In to suggest one here. Taste? I got the whole enchilada. (And, before we go any further, let me just say how very grateful I am for all the responses. And let me apologize for not publishing the names of the too-many-to-count readers who thought, "How 'bout dem O's?" should be the official state question. Don't think I don't love ya, 'cause I do. It's that we gotta leave room for Police Blotter in this section.)

Anyway, here are a few more that came in:

"Ain't the beer cold?" (Vintage Chuck Thompson, but more a statement than a question.)

"Are you saving the claws for soup?" (Standard at family crab feasts; submitted by Mary Hull, Baltimore. Might be the best of the bunch so far.)

Someone trading as S. Woolridge, also of Baltimore, submitted a few more related to crabs, crab meat and crab cakes:

"Males or females?" (I'm not touching that one!)

"Want that fried or broiled?" (Laura Miller of Columbia submitted a simpler variation: "Broiled or fried?"

"Do you eat the mustard?"

Rolling in roles

If you see a guy in a beard playing cards in a Molson Golden commercial, that's Larry "No Relation to William" Holden, Glen Burnie boy making good in Hollywood. Larry also played the part of the happy diner in a Denny's commercial, the one who exclaimed, "Now this is prime rib!" How do I know this? Holden's effervescent cousin Connee Sheckler called me from Marriottsville. She reports that Holden is at work on a new Fox series (is there any other kind?) with Daniel Baldwin and is in line for a movie called "Buffalo Cowboys" with another Baldwin, Stephen. Way to go, cuz.

From critics to clients

I like this quote from Ronald Kuby, ponytailed protege of the late William Kunstler and a criminal attorney criticized for defending society's undesirables: "A lot of the people who shake their fist and say, 'That Ron Kuby is a SOB! How can he represent that scum!' have become clients. You know that saying, 'A conservative is a liberal who's been mugged?' Well, my position is that a liberal is a conservative who's been indicted."

Just call her Chiquita

The item about the peculiar supermarket shopper who selected her half-dozen bananas one at a time, by tearing single ones out of a bunch, prompted this response from Lou Weinstein, who's been in wholesale fruits and vegetables for 58 years (and he smells great!). Lou, it's your turn:

"The lady is correct. I acknowledge her desire to select her half-dozen by looking at the bottom side of the bunch and only taking those that show no bruising, no black markings. . . . One should only buy what is the best."

Several callers to TJI said they like to single-pick bananas because it results in "staggered ripeness." As reader Rikki Hillman put it: "That way, all the bananas won't ripen on the same day." To which I say: Oh.

Wanted: Theater critics

I like Tom "No Relation to Nick" Nolte's spirit. He's a local actor and writer who's producing a new play at the Vagabond in Fells Point this weekend, thereby submitting himself to the opinion of the masses. "Caught Between X's & O's" is about neighbors in an apartment building in Baltimore; the setting is a rear fire escape in Mount Vernon. Nolte wants an audience -- admission is free -- so he can decide whether to devote more time and energy to this play. "I can't go any further," Nolte says, "until I hear it out loud and receive outside objective criticism." If you're interested in playing the part of theater critic, call 528-0984.

If you knew Susie . . .

Once upon time -- when Jackie was ordering new drapes for the White House -- Sans Souci (sahn sue-see) was a chic restaurant in Washington, site of the original power lunch. It's gone now. But wait. Look what's in Cockeysville: San Sushi!

Pub Date: 4/26/96

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