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If I had a handful of female assistants, I bet I could throw 100 bottles at umpires also.

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This is great self-realization, Bill. Visualizing the achievement of goals is the start of every success. I bet you could throw 150 AND still avoid arrest.

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I enjoyed this one, Paul.

1) Regarding taunting a player, the calls of “Larry” reminded of when Chipper Jones would be at bat and people in the stands who were fans of the opposing team would yell “Larry” which was Chipper’s real name.

2) I went to an Orioles game in the 70’s and I had a megaphone styled container for popcorn and saved it to get autographs on.

3) I wonder if “Orange” was something like orangeade in a little carton, which they serve in New York theaters. They wouldn’t make much of a projectile. Just guessing.

Again, thanks; always interesting. Meg

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Some great stuff today, Meg!

I certainly think you are on the right track with the mysterious "orange." The word mixture is key, and from your comment, perhaps each serving came with its own container, so there would be no running out of cups for something like that.

You are right on with the popcorn megaphone--this was a thing back in the time of our story as well. I found an example from pretty close to the same period on eBay. Look familiar?

https://www.ebay.com/itm/334271112713?chn=ps&mkevt=1&mkcid=28&google_free_listing_action=view_item&srsltid=AfmBOooiUgtK7GBXwSZCZ9E9jz6aD82JxSklMW0D7SKOIe_xmt2FW_Xwiac&gQT=1

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Exactly what I remember from the Orioles game!

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One of the most interesting stories of umpire abuse involves Brick Owens.

He got his nickname because guess what was thrown at him during a game in Kansas?

He was angrily punched in the nose by Babe Ruth in the famous Ernie Shore combined no-hitter.

One afternoon he was pelted by cabbages and other miscellaneous vegetables and fruits and had to be escorted by police from the stadium.

Angry fans pursued him all the way to his hotel.

Also of note, he was the umpire in the game when Ray Caldwell was struck by lightning (who got up and finished the game, of course).

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Unless you're Kevin McCallister, a brick is a terrible choice for trying to hit anything other than a window.

I am fascinated by some of these guys, especially the brawler umpires like Tim Hurst and Beans Reardon. Who needs a report to the home office when we can settle things right here?

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Paul, as I’ve previously mentioned my wife is from Philly. She’s always claiming how the NFL referees do exactly as you stated. At the same time I’m from NY & she claims the NY fans are the worst & act like cry babies. So this will be interesting reading for her.

As a side note I saw something about robot umps but I didn’t read the article. This & Yankees allowing facial hair! As Phil Rizzuto used to say, “Holy Cow.”

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I think there's a case to be made for a lot of cities, at various points in time. In 1949, St. Louis got high marks for tough fans. There were apparently groups of criminals who enjoyed going to the games together in blue shirts to root for the Browns and Cardinals. They could be pretty hard on visiting outfielders, but no one was brave enough to put a stop to anything in their section. One guard at the park said: "They enjoy baseball during the day, but they do their business at night."

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Yeah, especially on Valentines Day

One thing I never understood was why the Red Sox that despise New Yorkers play Sweet Caroline by Neal Diamond a Brooklyn guy. Isn’t that like cutting off your nose despite your face?

I’ve spoken to Sox fans in Yankee Stadium & they were very very nice. ‘Ya can’t generalize in my opinion.

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“Malletheads” needs to make a comeback.

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Reviving mid-century slang terminology is both our goal and our hope for a legacy. If everyone reading this calls one person a "mallethead" today, we can start a movement.

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