Eight hundred is not as sexy a number as one thousand, but I’m not a sexy guy. One expression I say often is that it wouldn’t have been fair if I had been made ugly and brain-dead. Needless to say, my wonderful wife is not a fan of that saying.
This is the 800th post on Disaffected Musings. I was going to include a link to the first post, but a) it’s embarrassingly short and awful, and b) the epidemic of broken picture links has claimed that post as another victim. Please use this to let me know if you see any posts where reference is made to a picture, but the picture doesn’t display.
Hey, I might not make it to 1,000 posts for a variety of reasons although I have no intention of ending the blog. Of course, I could easily pad the post total with short supplementary pieces, but that’s not me.
Thanks for making it to 800 posts with me. I think some of you have been reading from almost the very beginning.
Let’s see…converting 800 into months into years yields 66 years and 8 months. What was happening in October, 1953 besides the New York Yankees winning their fifth consecutive World Series, a feat unmatched in baseball history? On October 7, 1953, St. Louis Browns’ owner Bill Veeck told the team’s stockholders that the team would declare bankruptcy unless they dropped their lawsuit blocking the sale of the Browns and its move to Baltimore. The stockholders acquiesced and the modern Baltimore Orioles were born. That is the account given by On This Day, a historical website. The Wikipedia article about the St. Louis Browns tells this story:
“After the  season, Veeck cut a deal with [Baltimore attorney Clarence] Miles to move the Browns to Baltimore. Under the plan, Veeck would have remained as principal owner, but he would have sold half of his 80 percent stake to a group of Baltimore investors headed by Miles. Despite assurances from American League president Will Harridge that approval would be a formality, only four owners voted in favor – two short of passage. Reportedly, Yankees co-owner Del Webb was drumming up support to move the Browns to Los Angeles (where Webb held extensive construction interests). The Los Angeles proposal may have been a bluff – many owners believed that travel and schedule considerations would make moving only one franchise to the West Coast insurmountable for the league.”
“However, Veeck, Miles and [Baltimore mayor Thomas] D’Alesandro realized that the other AL owners were merely looking for a way to push Veeck out. Over the next 48 hours, Miles lined up enough support from his group of investors to buy out Veeck’s entire stake for $2.5 million. Facing threats of having the franchise canceled and having sold his only leverage–the renamed Busch Stadium [formerly called Sportsman’s Park]–Veeck had little choice but to agree. The other owners duly approved the sale. While Baltimore brewer Jerold Hoffberger became the largest shareholder, Miles was named president and chairman of the board. His first act was to request permission to move the team to Baltimore, which was swiftly approved–ending the Browns’ 52-year stay in St. Louis.”
I was not alive in October, 1953, but I was alive and present in March, 1984 when the Baltimore Colts sneaked out of town under cover of darkness. Of course, I was alive in November, 1995 when the announcement was made that the Cleveland Browns would move to Baltimore for the 1996 season. By the way, I’m sure this has been noted elsewhere, but both of Baltimore’s current major sports franchises moved there from another city where they were called the Browns.
I, like many Colts’ fans, had been turned off by the antics of Bob The Red-Faced Owner and was not as upset as I might have been when the team moved. I was very happy at the announcement that Baltimore would rejoin the NFL and even though I was living in California at the time, I bought Ravens’ season tickets and would fly back as often as I could to watch their games in person.
When I was still an avid baseball fan and worked in the sport, I bought St. Louis Browns caps and even a uniform top. I no longer remember exactly which years they were–or even know if I still have them–but I thought that one of the Browns’ caps from the late 1940s was one of the best looking caps ever.
In a much more important event, on October 30, 1953 George Marshall was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. I am of the very strong opinion that once the award was given to
Yasser Arafat (in 1994), one of the world’s worst terrorists and murderers, the award became meaningless, another exercise in political dogma. However, Marshall’s award, given to him for “a plan aimed at the economic recovery of Western Europe after World War II” speaks volumes about the magnitude of Marshall’s plan and its impact.
Whadda ‘ya know? A post with no cars and no pictures, I hope you enjoyed it.
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