Here's Hoping That The Folks At @Doubleday Books Got Some Rest Because Half These Folks Are Headed To
Here's hoping that the folks at @Doubleday books got some rest because half these folks are headed to the Grisham booklet giveaway and signing. #BookMadness
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Bill Brett (@BillBrettBoston) at Flash Forward Festival (#ffb2014) taking photos of notables at the swanky party.
Best day ever? @menageriebwy matinee and then off to Midtown Comics and The Strand.
The Poets Theatre is reborn with a reading at Sanders Theater of Dylan Thomas's "Under the Milk Wood" featuring Cherry Jones, Alvin Epstein, Karen MacDonald and Tommy Derrah. Those actors were last on stage together in Robert Brustein's adaptation of "Lysistrata" @americanrep or so I'm told.
All your #addictions taken care of in one stop. Also sold gas and had a beer distributor next door. I love #Pennsylvania #fireworks #lottery #cigarettes
The Red Sox-Cardinals World Series starting tonight in Boston is the fourth time the two teams have played for Major League Baseball’s championship. The first Series, in 1946, was a low point in the otherwise stellar career of Ted Williams.
Williams did not get one extra base hit in the seven-game Series won by the Cardinals, managed just five singles and struck out five times for a .200 batting average. He did reach base five more times through walks. And a combination of good defense and the shift took away several potential extra base hits on balls that Ted hit on the nose. But that was part of Cardinals Manager Eddie Dyer’s plan.
When it was all over, Ted gave St. Louis its due, singling out pitcher Harry “The Cat’’ Brecheen as the Series hero for winning two of the games. “I think his mere presence on the field inspired the Cardinals,’’ Ted said. “I had hoped my bat would do the talking for me in the Series, but it was tongue-tied by some great Cardinal pitching.”
When the writers and photographers were allowed in the clubhouse, Williams sat woefully on the bench in front of his locker, hunched over, staring at the floor, disconsolate. Pitcher Mickey Harris sat next to him and struck a similar pose, and the two were pictured in a bleak tableau in the next day’s Boston Globe.
Ted was the last player to dress and the last to leave the clubhouse. Outside the locker room door, scores of Cardinal fans were lying in wait for him, hurling invective inside. “Where’s Williams?” they screamed. “Where’s Superman?” When he finally came out, the fans had formed two raging lines on either side of the door, forcing Ted to run the gauntlet of abuse. Police stood by, watching only to make sure he was not assaulted.
Williams took the insults impassively, yearning now only for the train, and the privacy of his own compartment for the long ride back to Boston. When the team finally reached the train, Ted made his way to his room, shut the door and wept. After a time, when he looked out the window, he saw scores of people gawking at him, a mix of glee and malice in their eyes.
(Photo: Ted Williams during the 1946 World Series. Brearley Collection.)
That's @jeremymjordan of #FindingNeverland singing the national anthem @RedSox game. w/ @americanrep #homeofthebrave
Just started this novel that was a Christmas gift. And this Version of STONER comes with a Thomas Eakins portrait.
The book is at #bea15 but @dickflavin isn't. Come July, #RedSoxRhymes will be everywhere
Just some musings and electronic gatherings of an ink-stained wretch turned social media junkie. As JADAL says: No trees were destroyed in the sending of this organic message. I do concede, however, a significant number of electrons may have been inconvenienced.
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