My Ralph Garr story.

Since baseball season is winding down I thought I'd tell the story of how 4 guys took a Major League baseball player out of a game.

Towards the end of the school year we were looking for something to do, kind of a last fling before summer vacation.

We decided to go to a Dodger game.....

We picked up some tickets for the left field pavillion and settled in for the game. The Atlanta Braves were in town and we thought it would be fun to rag on the guy in center field...Ralph Garr.

Bottom of the first......

RALPH! One guy yelling..

Ralph was a slang term for throwing up at the time, example?? He ralphed all over his jeans

Bottom 2,

RRRaalph! Two guys yelling. While he trotted out to his position.

Bottom 3,

RRRRAAAAAAALLLLLPPPPPPPPHHHHH! All four of us....


Bottom 4

RRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHH.

All four of us, every other pitch.

Poor dude would turn around and look toward the area where we were sitting. We'd stop when he looked....and start right up again when he'd turn back around.

As we warmed up for the last few inninngs we looked for Ralph and he wasn't there......

We spent the last part of the game ragging on the new center fielder, but no one was as special as Ralph Garr.

I don't know if he took himself out of the game or if the manager did....

The next season he went to play for the Chicago White Sox.

I have often wondered if he asked to go to Chicago, knowing he'd never have to come back to Lost Angeles again!!!