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    Brethren: 
    
    
      
    
    
    
    
    
    WINTER 
    MEETING 
    SET 
    FOR 
    SATURDAY, 
    JANUARY 
    10, 7 
    P.M. 
    
      
    
    
    Let me 
    recap 
    for 
    you 
    the 
    responses 
    that I 
    have 
    received 
    to my 
    e-mail 
    about 
    holding 
    our 
    Winter 
    Meeting 
    on 
    Saturday, 
    January 
    10: 
    
     
    
    
      
    
    
    Big 
    Guy:      
    Unconditionally 
    in. 
    
    
      
    
    
    Screech:      
    Unconditionally 
    in. 
    
    
      
    
    
    Tricko:         
    Unconditionally 
    in. 
    
    
      
    
    
    Mouse:        
    Nonresponsive. 
    
    
      
    
    
    Art-FX 
    Shipping 
    Department 
    (U-Bob):          
    Unconditionally 
    in. 
    
    
      
    
    
    Itchie:         
    In on 
    the 
    condition 
    that 
    the 
    championship 
    apparel 
    include 
    a 
    Blues-monogrammed 
    jester’s 
    hat. 
    
    
      
    
    
    SloPay:        
    Irresponsible 
    and 
    unresponsive. 
    
    
      
    
    
    Shamu:       
    Unconditionally 
    in. 
    
     
    
    
      
    
    
    B.T.:            
    Conditionally 
    in 
    (the 
    condition 
    being 
    that 
    he is 
    sober 
    enough 
    after 
    the 
    NU-MU 
    hoops 
    game 
    that 
    afternoon). 
    
    
      
    
    
    Possum:      
    Conditionally 
    in 
    (conditions:  
    no 
    basketball 
    game 
    for 
    Tay 
    that 
    night; 
    that 
    Max 
    not 
    have a 
    cribbage 
    match 
    to 
    attend 
    and 
    cheer 
    on; 
    that 
    Tracy 
    not 
    force 
    him to 
    go to 
    some 
    snooty 
    neighborhood 
    holiday 
    party; 
    that 
    the 
    government 
    bailout 
    include 
    the 
    Bridges 
    Fund; 
    that 
    we 
    allow 
    him to 
    draft 
    first 
    next 
    year; 
    that 
    he has 
    had 
    time 
    to 
    take 
    down 
    the 
    Christmas 
    tree 
    and 
    box it 
    up, 
    that 
    all of 
    the 
    Christmas 
    lights 
    are 
    down 
    and 
    packed; 
    and 
    that 
    the 
    stars 
    are 
    aligned 
    and 
    the 
    moon 
    is in 
    the 
    7th 
    house) 
    
    
      
    
    
    Tirebiter:     
    Unconditionally 
    out 
    (curious 
    that 
    Patty 
    allows 
    him to 
    go on 
    a 
    two-week 
    Elmer 
    Fudd-like 
    moose 
    and 
    snipe-hunting 
    – make 
    that 
    observing 
    – trip 
    to the 
    mountains 
    of 
    Colorado 
    and 
    New 
    Mexico, 
    but he 
    can’t 
    get 
    away 
    for 
    one 
    night 
    with 
    the 
    boys). 
    
    
      
    
    
    Stretch:       
    IN 
    LIKE 
    FLINT! 
    
    
      
    
    
    So, we 
    are a 
    go for 
    Saturday, 
    January 
    10, in 
    Omaha, 
    Nebraska, 
    beginning 
    at 
    7:00 
    p.m., 
    with 
    the 
    fervent 
    hope 
    that 
    we 
    will 
    eventually 
    hear 
    from 
    Mouse 
    and 
    SloPay 
    that 
    they 
    will 
    be in 
    attendance, 
    that 
    B.T. 
    will 
    behave 
    himself 
    at the 
    BOB, 
    and 
    that 
    Possum’s 
    17-point 
    check 
    list 
    of 
    conditions 
    will 
    be 
    satisfied.  
    I will 
    undertake 
    to 
    find a 
    suitable 
    location 
    for 
    our 
    Winter 
    Meeting 
    and 
    associated 
    shenanigans, 
    more 
    than 
    likely 
    a 
    steakhouse 
    in 
    West 
    Omaha 
    or 
    Downtown 
    Omaha, 
    but 
    not 
    Colton’s, 
    which 
    has 
    closed 
    its 
    doors 
    after 
    the 
    damage 
    wreaked 
    by the 
    Hot 
    Stove 
    League 
    in 
    2008. 
    
     
    
    
      
    
    
    
    
    
    BOOK 
    REVIEW: 
    THE 
    BRONX 
    IS 
    BURNING: 
    
    
    
    1977, 
    Baseball, 
    Politics, 
    and 
    the 
    Battle 
    for 
    the 
    
    
    
    Soul 
    of a 
    City 
    
    
      
    
 
 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
 
 
 
 
  
    
 
 
    
 
If 
    you 
    want 
    to 
    read a 
    truly 
    fascinating 
    book, 
    one 
    that 
    superbly 
    covers 
    the 
    Bermuda 
    Triangle 
    of 
    Reggie 
    Jackson, 
    Billy 
    Martin 
    and 
    George 
    Steinbrenner 
    during 
    the 
    tempestuous 
    baseball 
    season 
    of 
    1977, 
    structured 
    around 
    one of 
    the 
    most 
    fascinating 
    years 
    in the 
    history 
    of New 
    York 
    City, 
    then
    The 
    Bronx 
    is 
    Burning 
    is for 
    you.  
    This 
    fantastic 
    read, 
    written 
    by 
    Jonathan 
    Mahler 
    of 
    Brooklyn, 
    was 
    the 
    framework 
    for 
    the 
    miniseries 
    of the 
    same 
    name 
    which 
    was on 
    television 
    last 
    year 
    or the 
    year 
    before.  
    I 
    bought 
    this 
    book 
    at the 
    airport 
    on my 
    way to 
    Seattle 
    the 
    week 
    before 
    last, 
    and 
    simply 
    could 
    not 
    put it 
    down, 
    finishing 
    it off 
    in two 
    days. 
    
     
    
    
      
    
    
    One of 
    the 
    reviews 
    for 
    this 
    book, 
    included 
    in the 
    book 
    jacket, 
    says 
    it 
    all: 
    
    
      
    
    
    Damon 
    Runyon, 
    where 
    are 
    you 
    now?  
    Mahler’s 
    rollicking 
    evocation 
    of New 
    York 
    in 
    1977 
    –– the 
    year 
    of Son 
    of 
    Sam, 
    the 
    year 
    of the 
    Blackout, 
    the 
    year 
    it 
    refuses 
    to 
    Drop 
    Dead, 
    the 
    year, 
    dammit, 
    the 
    Yankees 
    take 
    the 
    World 
    Series 
    –– is 
    full 
    of 
    Runyonesque 
    characterization, 
    energy, 
    and 
    biting 
    wit . 
    . . 
    .   
    The 
    bases 
    are 
    loaded 
    and 
    Mahler 
    smokes 
    it. 
    
     
    
    
              
    ~Harold 
    Evans, 
    author 
    of 
    The 
    American 
    Reader 
    
      
    
    
    This 
    book 
    includes 
    the 
    fascinating 
    account 
    of the 
    1977 
    New 
    York 
    City 
    mayoral 
    race 
    between 
    the 
    incumbent 
    Abe 
    Beame, 
    Bella 
    Abzug, 
    eventual 
    winner 
    Ed 
    Koch, 
    and 
    Mario 
    Cuomo, 
    in a 
    classic 
    battle 
    for 
    Gracie 
    Mansion.  
    It 
    covers 
    the 
    city’s 
    crippling 
    fiscal 
    crisis.  
    It 
    provides 
    a 
    fascinating 
    account 
    of the 
    blackout 
    of 
    July 
    13, 
    1977, 
    caused 
    by a 
    lightning 
    strike 
    and 
    the 
    staggering 
    incompetence 
    of the 
    management 
    team 
    at Con 
    Edison.  
    It 
    provides 
    horrifying 
    details 
    of the 
    looting 
    which 
    ravaged 
    the 
    Bushwick 
    neighborhood 
    in 
    North 
    Brooklyn, 
    and 
    chronicles 
    many 
    of the 
    3,776 
    arrests 
    which 
    were 
    made 
    in the 
    aftermath 
    of the 
    blackout. 
    
     
    
    
      
    
    
    Mahler 
    expertly 
    recounts 
    the 
    terror 
    caused 
    by 
    mass 
    murderer 
    David 
    “Son 
    of 
    Sam” 
    Berkowitz, 
    and 
    his 
    eventual 
    capture 
    and 
    arrest.  
    It 
    relates 
    how 
    Mayor 
    Beame, 
    in an 
    effort 
    to 
    boost 
    his 
    popularity 
    during 
    the 
    heated 
    mayoral 
    race, 
    erroneously 
    reached 
    to 
    shake 
    the 
    hand 
    of 
    Berkowitz 
    during 
    a 
    prearranged 
    press 
    conference, 
    mistaking 
    him 
    for 
    the 
    brave 
    officer 
    who 
    captured 
    Son of 
    Sam.  
    Mahler’s 
    tour 
    de 
    force 
    covers 
    the 
    gentrification 
    of the 
    Soho 
    District, 
    the 
    birth 
    of 
    Studio 
    54, 
    and 
    the 
    phenomenon 
    of 
    “The 
    Summer 
    of Our 
    Discotheques.” 
    
     
    
    
      
    
    
    Probably 
    my 
    favorite 
    story 
    from
    The 
    Bronx 
    is 
    Burning 
    is the 
    interviewing 
    of 
    Reggie 
    Jackson 
    after 
    Game 5 
    of the 
    American 
    League 
    Championship 
    game 
    against 
    the 
    Kansas 
    City 
    Royals 
    in 
    Kansas 
    City, 
    in 
    which 
    Reggie 
    Jackson 
    was 
    benched 
    for 
    Paul 
    Blair 
    because 
    of his 
    pathetic 
    hitting 
    performance 
    in the 
    first 
    four 
    games 
    of the 
    series, 
    and 
    the 
    prospect 
    of 
    facing 
    lefty 
    Paul 
    Splittorff 
    of the 
    Royals, 
    who 
    was 
    death 
    to 
    Jackson.  
    Before 
    the 
    game, 
    Billy 
    Martin 
    was 
    afraid 
    to 
    even 
    tell 
    Reggie 
    that 
    he was 
    benching 
    him, 
    and 
    instead 
    sent 
    Reggie’s 
    roommate 
    to 
    deliver 
    the 
    news.  
    Reggie 
    stewed 
    on the 
    bench 
    throughout 
    the 
    game 
    until 
    he was 
    called 
    to 
    pinch 
    hit in 
    the 
    top of 
    the 
    8th 
    for 
    Cliff 
    Johnson, 
    the 
    designated 
    hitter. 
    
     
    
    
      
    
    
    Coming 
    through 
    in the 
    clutch 
    as he 
    would 
    later 
    do in 
    the 
    World 
    Series 
    against 
    the 
    Dodgers, 
    Reggie 
    stroked 
    a 
    single 
    off 
    Royals 
    closer 
    Paul 
    Byrd, 
    knocking 
    in a 
    run to 
    close 
    the 
    gap to 
    one 
    run.  
    The 
    Yankees 
    eventually 
    took 
    the 
    lead 
    in the 
    top of 
    the 
    9th by 
    virtue 
    of 
    players 
    other 
    than 
    Reggie 
    Jackson, 
    and 
    held 
    on to 
    win 
    the 
    game.  
    In the 
    locker 
    room 
    after 
    the 
    game, 
    most 
    of the 
    reporters 
    surrounded 
    the 
    heroes 
    of the 
    game, 
    but a 
    couple 
    of 
    scribes 
    chose 
    to 
    talk 
    with 
    Reggie.  
    As 
    described 
    by 
    Mahler: 
    
    
      
    
    
    A few 
    lockers 
    away 
    Reggie 
    ended 
    his 
    short 
    lived 
    experiment 
    with 
    stoicism.  
    “Can I 
    explain 
    what 
    it 
    means?”, 
    referring 
    to his 
    bloop 
    single 
    in the 
    8th 
    inning 
    to a 
    few 
    writers.  
    “I 
    can’t 
    explain 
    it.  I 
    can’t 
    explain 
    it 
    because 
    I 
    don’t 
    understand 
    the 
    magnitude 
    of 
    Reggie 
    Jackson.” 
    
     
    
    
      
    
    
    Now 
    that, 
    my 
    friends, 
    is an 
    ego.  
    That 
    statement 
    summed 
    up 
    Reggie 
    as 
    well 
    as 
    anything 
    could. 
    
     
    
    
      
    
    
    Anyway, 
    if you 
    haven’t 
    already 
    read 
    it, I 
    highly 
    recommend
    The 
    Bronx 
    is 
    Burning 
    to all 
    of 
    you.  
    You 
    will 
    love 
    it. 
    
     
    
    
      
    
    
    That’s 
    it for 
    now.  
    Back 
    at you 
    in 
    December 
    or 
    early 
    January 
    with 
    more 
    details 
    about 
    our 
    Winter 
    Meeting. 
    
     
    
    
      
    
    
      
    
    
                                                                       
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