About 150 feet from Babe Ruth’s grave is another Yankee who liked a beverage now and then: Alfred Manuel Martin, or, as he is known, Billy. I did not know that his real name was Alfred Manuel. So I learned something.
As with Babe’s grave, there were many, odd, “left” items there. I actually expected marshmallows or a whiskey bottle or two but I have to admit that there were none. I suppose that if I were Dan Rather or CNN I’d have just planted them and taken my pictures, but I had “journalistic integrity” [laughter]. The towel that commemorated Jack Kaiser’s Stadium Dedication was the oddest. I have NO IDEA what significance it had to Billy. Just an ordinary bar rag? Hmm… possibly.
As with the Maharishi of Mash, they left the odd baseball cards on the grave. Why Juan Pierre? Why Edwin Encarncion? And, as with Ruth, you see the rocks and religious icons left. That one looks to me like ancient Babylonian.
This one was great. This person obviously had hit both Ruth’s grave and Martin’s, because they left the same Hall of Fame induction stub on each. Ruth’s had the ball point pen inscription that he was better than Hank Aaron. Martin’s says, “…you were one of the best”. Well if that ain’t damning with faint praise. “One” of the best. And again with the baseball cards: What is with Julian Tavarez? People do funny things. Like watch and enjoy “The Bronx is Burning”. Read Sparky’s book. Skip the hokey drama. –fog
Julian Tavarez would have made more sense on Martin’s grave as Tavarez is prone to insane and counter-productive acts too.
I haven’t seen Bronx is Burning. I read the book and found as I read that I enjoyed it less and less. I wrote about it, but basically it wasn’t a book. More like two short books.
Comment by Eagle — August 28, 2007 @ 10:01 am