And with one shot into a jacuzzi, Julio Franco added to his total of hitting the four “oldest” homeruns in major league history, and 20 of the 25 oldest. Also, the shot came off 43-year old Randy Johnson, making them the oldest pitcher-hitter homerun combo in history. And, at 418-feet, it shows that the old man still has quite a bit of pop left in the bat.
Also, it’s Derby Day, and while I haven’t fared quite as well in picking winners as my brother, I’ve got a few bucks at Churchill Downs as we speak.
The pick? I think I’ll go with Hard Spun. (Curlin to place, Zanjero to show.)
Incidentally, the usually quite awesome Maureen Fulton of the Toledo Blade lost a few points this week after picking a couple up. She has a friend/co-worker/acquaintance blogging from her first Derby. Which is nice. But she spoiled it by mentioning that the friend/co-worker-acquaintance had reserved seats. I can only hope the friend/co-worker/acquaintance makes up for it with a blog from the infield next year. But I’d bet not.
Speaking of the infield, they’re talking rain and storms down there again today, which means this gets posted:
Good times!
I still got it, beeeeotch!
Your Julio Franco story reminded me of somthing:
Although I wasn’t the oldest to do it, a few years ago I also shot one into a jacuzzi. The “Big Unit” wasn’t Randy Johnson, and it acually had nothing to do with baseball… So, I guess what I am trying to say is… stay out of the hot tub at the Holiday Inn off of I-65 just north of Atlanta. I’m just sayin’
I didn’t know, Tony! next year I’ll get it done right. =)
Tony, we haven’t met. But I’m disappointed you disparaged my Derby experience because I sat in the grandstand. Did I, too, not inhale cigar/pipe/cigarette smoke for seven hours? Was I too not surrounded by drunk people with extremey silly hats and outfits? Did we not both select Curlin as our choice to place? Whichever side of the fence you’re on, the revelry is lively. Perhaps you didn’t notice the ridiculous picture of me looking hit on Maureen’s blog…but trust me, the Derby experience leaves its stamp on the faces and hearts of all, regardless of location.
Sorry, co-worker, but I still disagree, at least to an extent. Yeah, “the Derby experience” is still the Derby experience, and it is terrific, but I still liken getting to the Derby after noon and sitting in the grandstand to folks that get to their suite a baseball game in the middle of the fourth and talk about “going to the ballgame”. Just not the same to me.
It’s probably just seeing things differently “from the other side of the fence”, but I still think I win. ;)
Hope you won a few bucks on Curlin, too, though! :)