Or as the non-Fillpot faced Quaid brother said in Frequency...“Man, I’ll love Ron Swoboda till the day I die.”
You will read that headline, and think that we have ingested some mind-altering (make that mind-destroying) substance.
Ron Swoboda. A star? Clearly some kind of in-poor-taste joke served up by someone named Shirley. Ron Swoboda? The guy nicknamed “Rocky” (and this was well before Sly Stallone gave that name some cachet—“Rocky” was a nickname for the state of Ron’s career). He was up there, shining in the firmament?
Clearly, booby-hatch time for Ye Olde Kinge of Vitriol.
But consider this chart of the best hitters in baseball (compiled via David Pinto’s Day by Day Database). It captures about five-eighths of a season, across the time frame that spans from July 15, 1967 to May 10, 1968. It lists all the hitters in both leagues in descending order of OPS. We’ve color-coded the OPS ranges because…well, because that’s what we do here.
There, on that list, sitting in the seventeenth position, is Ron Swoboda.
...So, now, you too can remember when Ron Swoboda was a star. ‘Twas a Warholian moment, maybe an Andy-esque parsec, in fact. But there it was—a glimmer in the gloaming.
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