He was a Cardinal for 3 years, including his MVP year when they won the World Series. He spent 10 months in the pen over pot. Tried to pick up 170 pounds of pot at the airport. The cops were waiting for him. Seemed like a nice guy from what I knew of him as a Cardinal. In the HOF.Good morning folks. Enjoying a walk around the fields of Wilder, Kentucky. I think it was a lot wilder in the 1970s when there used to be a “haunted” country music joint near this spot called “Bobby Mackey’s.” My best friend’s much older sister somehow knew Bobby Mackey and we hung out at the place some when just teenagers. All gone now. But I did spot 3 wild turkeys walking along a creek bank. I guess in this case they are Wilder turkeys.
RIP Orlando Cepeda. A quick story I may have told here before: In 1966, on a blistering August day my 9-10 year olds Sunday School class was on our annual visit to Crosley Field -we all brought an extra nickel to the offering every week and then our teacher, Elmer Borman, would take us to a game.
It was a double header. 100 degrees easy. Between games I walked to a concession stand to get a Coke, and there, standing patiently in the beer line his St. Louis Cardinals uniform was Orlando Cepeda. He seemed massive to me —more bull than Baby Bull. I watched him order a large beer, gulp it in about five seconds and start to walk away. I had the presence of mind to ask him to sign my scorecard, which he did, and which I still own (maybe I’ll post a shot when I get back to my laptop.)
I know how improbable this story seems -he couldn’t send a clubhouse boy, or otherwise get a beer into the locker room? And drinking between games? All I know is it happened at old Crosley Field in August of 1966. Would a kid on a Sunday School outing lie?