Comments on: The Banter Gold Standard: The Barber and the Dim-Time Guy http://www.bronxbanterblog.com/2012/12/05/the-banter-gold-standard-the-barber-and-the-dim-time-guy/ Development site for Bronx Banter Blog's upcoming look and feel Thu, 23 May 2013 16:46:33 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.4.2 By: RagingTartabull http://www.bronxbanterblog.com/2012/12/05/the-banter-gold-standard-the-barber-and-the-dim-time-guy/#comment-300545 RagingTartabull Fri, 07 Dec 2012 22:32:58 +0000 http://www.bronxbanterblog.com/?p=94089#comment-300545 The opening of the Cannon story is so good I wanna cry The opening of the Cannon story is so good I wanna cry

]]> By: Alex Belth http://www.bronxbanterblog.com/2012/12/05/the-banter-gold-standard-the-barber-and-the-dim-time-guy/#comment-300494 Alex Belth Wed, 05 Dec 2012 21:01:20 +0000 http://www.bronxbanterblog.com/?p=94089#comment-300494 1) No, thank YOU for sharing that story, man. Beautiful . 1) No, thank YOU for sharing that story, man. Beautiful .

]]> By: garydsimms http://www.bronxbanterblog.com/2012/12/05/the-banter-gold-standard-the-barber-and-the-dim-time-guy/#comment-300493 garydsimms Wed, 05 Dec 2012 20:30:25 +0000 http://www.bronxbanterblog.com/?p=94089#comment-300493 Wonderfully well written stories. My baseball memories begin with this game. I was watching it on TV (afternoon game) after my kindergarten class (lucky me, it met in the morning). I remember Mom shushing me when I said (maybe in 7th?) that Larsen was pitching a no-hitter. "You NEVER say that out loud" she insisted. I shut my mouth (properly) and rolled around on my little blue hassock in front of the TV. When the game ended, I imitated Yogi, jumping up on Mom. Mom passed away some years ago, but whenever I see a picture or read a story about the game, I can't help but think of her. Thanks, Alex. Wonderfully well written stories. My baseball memories begin with this game. I was watching it on TV (afternoon game) after my kindergarten class (lucky me, it met in the morning). I remember Mom shushing me when I said (maybe in 7th?) that Larsen was pitching a no-hitter. “You NEVER say that out loud” she insisted. I shut my mouth (properly) and rolled around on my little blue hassock in front of the TV. When the game ended, I imitated Yogi, jumping up on Mom.

Mom passed away some years ago, but whenever I see a picture or read a story about the game, I can’t help but think of her. Thanks, Alex.

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