1990 - Bill Lee, Boston Red Sox

[@crazyconcertdude]

Bill is one of the most interesting people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. The stories are endless. Love the guy.

[@rocknroller3674]

I love Bill Lee ♡

[@gerrieburke9693]

Been friends with him for YEARS. Helluva guy...

[@cfrac22]

I love Bill Lee. He is what makes baseball great!!

[@joeburns6379]

His book 'The Wrong Stuff' is an excellent read if you like humor and great stories.

[@eerievibes6854]

Oh no, I hate humor and great stories.

[@timothy4664]

Loved me some spaceman

[@wiedep]

Had a chance to hit against him in a local 'senior' league, he tried to make me chase his breaking pitches but I eeked out a walk and was almost picked off first - his move to first even at 60 was sharp.

[@samcatalano9854]

where is he playing

[@MrBill2719]

Bill Lee on Letterman, and nothing about the Warren Zevon song. Surprised.

[@r.edward5701]

Explain please

[@psychkosys]

​@@r.edward5701 Letterman is a huge Warren Zevon fan, and Warren write a song paraphrasing Bill Lee titled "Bill Lee" if you can believe it. Here's some lyrics from the song:. "You're supposed to sit on you ass and nod at stupid things Man that's hard to do But if you don't they'll screw you And if you do they'll screw you too And I'm standing in the middle of the diamond all alone I always play to win when it comes to skin and bone"

[@MegaSammy70]

Spaceman

[@SunglassSensei]

I wonder what HIS opinion is about Kingman and his performance... 🤣🤣

[@daveyboy_]

The man knows so much and has so many stories ... kinds dissapointing interview

[@FormerlyNYVulgarian]

Didn’t know they allowed pets in the audience. Awesome pitcher though.

[@onedirections1172]

100% baseball guy! I have a baseball poem. It's written in the character of Casey Stangel. He spoke Stangelezzz, to players and sports reporters. His articulations of baseball plays were easily understood by players. However, at times, his words may have required explanations. If you seek out more Intel from Yogi Berra you got more of the same language, only a variation on phrases known as yogiisms. Casey was known to say, "I never play a game without my man." Not many realized it was Yogi, the short, stocky, non Yankee looking guy. As a catcher, it's harder to play everyday, and Casey put him in other positions, to rest his body. The Yankees and Dodgers met again, for the twelfth record time. The Dodgers win puts the head to head record at 8 wins for Yankees and 4 wins for Dodgers. A universal baseball poem. "Me, My Man, Dodgers and Yankees!" Carl Sagan called, he said, 'Now the Old Professor speaks, no aliens, no demons, just a baseball World Series of freaks." Casey, "I love our game, this baseball today! We know the Intel, in regard to primitive man is exciting. I wouldn't want to be a dentist, too boring. I saw the Prince of Central Park in a tree, he had a Met's Helmut on in 73'. I heard someone say, "I see a Neanderthal, he stole the ball from the right fielder." Now I know baseball, NY too! They got places and we keep studying. Seems everyday, it's something new, and they found it yesterday. I ask My Man, he got a frown, "Its over, Skip!" There you have it. Congratulations to the Dodgers! We got the measurements, and we don't change them, but we have plenty of space between each player. It's universal. Growing around the diamond, it's perfect, a bang bang play. It's sixty and six, and it's still 90 feet away. Gargantuan players, Little League Bears in stands, even higher, they can't catch? We send them to Newark. In spring, when we feel July, we go over it a thousand times. We can't rest our morals, that's not the way we do it, and we catch the ball. We throw it there, and hit it everywhere. In the end we hear her singing, "Take me out to the ball game"! Amazing Amazing Amazing, this beautiful baseball game! It's Halloween and next year, My Man says, "I don't know? Skip, I thinks it's going to be deja vu, all over again!" It might be my man, and we'll always be there, we got to get back to the spirits of baseball past. It's a field of dreams. Peace, I tell you, where a grown man can have a catch with his son. See you in spring, and you can bet, we will be back for summer, and of course fall. 13, I believe, is a Yankee lucky number!" By One Author, Directions to Mercy Street & Edward Campagonla Directions to the Dumpster Respectfully, Eddie Campagnola

[@freddyfurrah3789]

Spaceman