Damn. Just got back from a good trip and I get the news that Bob uecker has passed. This is a very sad day for the brewers family and brewers fans everywhere. I send my sincere condolences to the uecker family during this painful time. Little fact. I share the same birthday as Bob uecker my birthday is January 26th. So is this brilliant broadcaster/ baseball player.

Hit him again Nolan!💪🏻

Love ya, Uke. You will be missed.

His book Catcher In The Wry, one the funniest you'll ever read !!! 🤣😂

My All time Starting 5. Bob Feller. Bert Blyleven. Bob Gibson,. Nolan Ryan, Randy Johnson. In that starting order. Now that starting 5 is dominant.

Such a gift to baseball. R.I.P

Bingo...he got moved to the front rowww. 🙏 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Tremendous loss. One of the funniest men in sports.

R.i.p man so many legends ,😢gonna play ball up there what a great game it eill be with all those legennds up there u will be missed

No way 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

R.I.P., Uke. Thanks for the memories. 🙏🏾⚾📻

May his beautiful soul rest in peace🙏🕊

The man the myth the legend greatest American pitcher since bob feller or Walter Johnson hard to say but it’s easier to say there will never be another pitcher quite like Nolan

Only baseball player who ever won a fight!

One of the greatest deliveries in history

And the Babe said, "What'chu talkin' 'bout, Tyrus?!"

Great interview, i´ve been hooked on posnanski books since The Machine

i miss The Man....He was somethin' special & i loved watching him play

HOF is a joke as long as Joe Jackson and Pete Rose are not in.

I remember walking down Main Street talking with Mickey Mantle. Someone pointed at us and said, "Say... who's that with The Batugan?" 😮

Cy Young straddled the turn of the century, that's why he had to wait a year. Cy went 286-169 (1890-1900)... And 225-146 (1901-1911). Je should have gotten TWO PLAQUES!

4 guys didn't vote for Cobb. 😮

Truly, that man, is a class act.

I grew up watching Joe… All of us kids wanted to play the way he did… He was our hero… Still is….

Great speaker

GOAT

When the Giants left NY I began listening to Phillie games which came in over the radio 90 miles away. I think Robin Roberts was pitching when Willie broke in with 4-4 two triples and two singles.

Tiffany or tif

The spirit of 24

You're uncle ted left these here for you; holidays

Mockingbird program; litterateur family;

One of the 10 best Cardinal ballplayers of all time

Eddie could hit ! I was a Yankee Fan I always admired his great play and manner

Back when baseball was still the number 1 sport in America.

Class act!!!

Al only got to the World Series once and he got the big hit in the Series in game 5. My favorite player ever and he stood for what the game used to be.

Great ball player and great man. got to meet him in 1972 after a game because my dad grew up on the same street as Al. very gracious. I was so starstruck forgot to ask for an autograph.

RIP Rickey Henderson

Let Pete Rose in! You already messed up by waiting to long til he died. Don’t make yourselves look more like fools now

RIP

Babe Ruth made 50 thousand. In those days was a lot of money. But now he would get. 50 million. This is what's destroying baseball now. Money!!!😊

But now it's the hall of good not great players. It .used to be great players .now it's he was good but not great 😢

Stoic, unexcited...Good man...many Americans could learn a lot from a guy like Harold Baines. May God bless you...cheers from javier

Casey at the Bat The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day; The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play, And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same, A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game. A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast; They thought, "If only Casey could but get a whack at that- We'd put up even money now, with Casey at the bat." But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake, And the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake; So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat, For there seemed but little chance of Casey getting to the bat. But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all, And Blake, the much despisèd, tore the cover off the ball; And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred, There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third. Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell; It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell; It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat, For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat. There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place; There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile lit Casey's face. And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat, No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat. Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt; Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt; Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip, Defiance flashed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip. And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air, And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there. Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped- "That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one!" the umpire said. From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar, Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore; "Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted some one on the stand; And it's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey raised his hand. With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone; He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on; He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun sphere flew; But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, "Strike two!" "Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered "Fraud!" But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed. They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain, And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again. The sneer has fled from Casey's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate; He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate. And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go. And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow. Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright; The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light, And somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout; But there is no joy in Mudville-great Casey has struck out. Composition date - 1888 -

That last year he played, pitching for the White Sox, he led the American league with nine complete games.

Eddie's last hit was in Game 4 of the 1968 against the nearly invincible Bob Gibson.

Wow😮😮

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