Over at The Blog of Funny Names, I wrote my monthly offering about the first man to manage the first sports team I ever fell in love with.
That would be Charles Dillon “Casey” Stengel, a 71-year-old who cut a quite curious and funny figure for a 4-year-old figuring out the world.
So my story there begins …
Watching the New York Mets on a bulky console black-and-white TV and hearing a curious old guy make men thrusting microphones into his face laugh by the way he mangled our language is one of my earliest and fondest memories.
The sly-as-a-fox bumpkin was one Charles Dillon Stengel. Announcers Ralph Kiner, Lindsay Nelson and Bob Murphy just called him Casey, and with great reverence. Because I was born in the cold December of 1957 and those Mets who had made a 71-year-old man their first-ever manager were christened in the cool spring breezes of 1962, that moniker was a funny name to me, bringing to mind train engineers and poetic ball-swatting players at the bat, with waxed mustaches of yesteryear. Yes, I was an imaginative little kid. What can I say? Besides letting me watch baseball past my bedtime on that shotgun apartment living room TV in Brooklyn, N.Y., my young parents read to their first child a lot, too.
Did somebody mention trains? One of Casey’s catchers on those Mets was named Clarence “Choo Choo” Coleman.
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Casey Stengel? Choo Choo Coleman? That’s hilarious! I can see why your little four and a half year old self thought of trains, my friend!
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I was on the right track to become a Mets fan for life, Rachel. 🙂
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LOL! Track, I love it!
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I like the way your parents think, Mark. Baseball and books…a great motto! Choo choo Colemen. Nice!
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I know, my parents were so cool when I was a tyke because when they they had me, my mom was 19 and my dad 20. We used to say that we grew up together, Aud. 🙂
Wasn’t Choo Choo Coleman fantastic for a little kid to learn about baseball?
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I once had a shop teacher named Harry Kirshner.
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Maybe Dave, the brains and boss behind The Blog of Funny Names, should recruit you to come aboard, Marissa. That’s a good one! Harry “Drill Press Not Rock Concert” Kirschner. 🙂
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I’ll have to try to make my presence known.
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Where in Brooklyn? You’ve packed a lot of flavor into a few short paragraphs.
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Greenpoint, Brooklyn. My first place in life was in the shadow of the Kosciuscko Bridge, Mark.
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Oh yeah…I think we’ve walked down this rabbit hole once before. It lead to a discussion of the pronunciation of your name, if I remember correctly.
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Yes, indeed it did, and your mention of your ancestry as well.
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