We must also note that P+J were quite displeased to see Patinkin claim that he coined the nickname "Muffy" Farmer. He is so full of shit it is unbelievable.
Phillipe has also pursued to his best degree a plagiarizing suit against Pinky, based upon his book with the wonderful local artist about how Vo Dilunduhs speak. It was totally lifted from an article Phillipe did in the New Paper years before.
But the highlight of the weekend was the state's Number 1 Mob lawyer saying he didn't want people to think about Federal Hill as being just "mobsters and lobsters." Wonder where he got that line?
JUST DOING HIS JOB
During the 11 seasons that he played major league baseball, Dominic DiMaggio did not seem extraordinary. His brother Joe and his teammate Ted Williams were near-mythic figures, blessed with outsized talent and so, perhaps, it was easy to overlook the Little Professor.
But the record shows that he was incredibly consistent and very, very good — offense, defense, the whole package. He still holds the 60-year-and-counting record for the longest hitting streak in Red Sox history (34 games). When interviewed by Alan Schwarz about that streak for the book Once Upon a Game: Baseball's Greatest Memories, he told the author, "I was only doing my job."
Thinking about the attitude, commitment, integrity, and all-around character of today's athletes, you start to get a sense of what is lost when a Dominic DiMaggio passes away at the age of 92. Like many players of his era, he lost three (arguably peak) years in the middle of his career for service in the Second World War.
He was one of those guys who never seemed to blow his own horn nor complain about not being selected for the Hall of Fame. His feeling seems to have been that he might have been a Hall of Famer if he had about a dozen more hits and ended with a career batting average of .300 rather than .298.
Vo Dilunduhs can feel a certain amount of second-hand pride in knowing that an incredible act like Dom DiMaggio enjoyed hanging out at McCoy Stadium to watch the PawSox and kibbitz with his pal, Ben Mondor.
So long, Dom, you were everything one could hope for in a sports hero.
MEANWHILE, BACK IN THE BUCKET
Speaking of the Pawtucket Red Sox, one of the finest outfits in all of American sports, they're bringing back Bob Dylan this summer, and upping the ante with Willie Nelson and John Mellencamp. The last time Bob came around he was terrific but, of course, we're a little biased here since (Jorge, at least) thinks that he is the most important artist of the past half-century. That's any art form and anywhere in the world. We encourage you to go, as the "supporting acts" are pretty damned special too.
The show is being marketed as the "PawSox Pre-Festival Concert Event," the Festival in question being Pawtucket's annual arts festival, which seems to get bigger and better every year. That won't be happening until late August/September but they have the Dragon Boats, they have got the film festival, they have got the Stone Soup Folk Festival and the Labor & Ethnic Heritage Festival and the always-fab Taste of Pawtucket taking over Roosevelt Avenue hard by Slater Mill with music from zydeco legend, C.J. Chenier.