Every
one has had them. Teachers who convince you that they’re in the business
because they hate children and have dedicated their lives to making our lives
miserable. (Of course, this is not about
the many wonderful teachers over the years who believed in me even when I
didn’t believe in myself, not to mention the many dear friends of mine who
dedicate their lives to one of the noblest of professions.) In first grade
we had a substitute teacher one day and she gave us a very curious assignment;
each of us had to write a letter to her son, telling him how great he was, how
much we wanted to meet him and any and all other compliments we could come up
with. Throughout the assignment many of us we forced to erase what we had
written and write exactly what the teacher told us to.
I think
about that day every once in a while. Was her son bedridden? Was he stricken
with a serious illness? Did he recently have a devastating experience?” She
never told us and I’ll never know but if he did, I now look back and think that
maybe something I wrote may have helped brighten his day. If that was/is the
case, I am all for it. But today, over thirty years later I cringe at the
thought of being forced to write what the teacher told us to write; to pay
tribute to this boy using someone else’s words; to go along with something
because of one person in charge regardless of what we thought about it.Since that day, I had never had a similar experience.
Until now…
Padres
fans have been forced to honor someone who in effect has had no bearing on
their existence, no lasting impact and we should not have to show the type of
gratitude and lasting tribute as we are with BS Plaza. Rather than whine about
how the 1994 MLB Strike was overseen by BS, instead of ranting about how BS was
all for contracting franchises in Montreal and Minnesota (The latter of which was curiously close to BS’s market; a matter which
brought him racketeering charges that were settled out of court…) and before I go on a venomous tangent for the
ages regarding BS’s flat-out refusal to acknowledge the existence of Tony Gwynn
during an All-Star Game less than a month after he was called home to the Big
Lineup in the Sky, I give you my top ten suggestions of who would be a much
better fit for our new “Hall of Fame” Plaza.
Some
of us may be “too young to remember” (I
am, but fortunately I am old enough to read) but it was Jack Murphy who
first brought the Padres to Major League baseball. If it were not for him, we
would still be a Triple-A team. The name itself still holds weight in the
hearts of fans who still refer to our former home as “The Murph” and nothing
else, yours truly included.
2.
John
Moores
Yeah,
I know the Natives are a little restless over Mr. Moores skipping town with 200
million dollars in cable rights money. But hey, that’s business. He didn’t do
anything illegal. Furthermore, John Moores was a 90’s version of Ray Kroc. John
doesn’t buy the team, we don’t have a 1996 or 1998. Just as important, John
hired the next guy on the list.
Need
I even explain this one? Without Larry, there is no Petco Park. And while some
of you may think this is silly or maybe even creepy, since day one every time
I’ve been to the Ballpark for San Diego, I’ve stopped at least once and quietly
whispered “Thank you, Larry.”
Yeah,
I know what you’re thinking. But hear me out. Mr. Werner did oversee the fire
sale, but after the fire sale he did
sell the team to John Moores. So while his actions may not warrant his name
being immortalized in our ballpark, his selling the team did indeed save Padres
Baseball in San Diego.
He
was after all, the first player to enter the Hall of Fame as a Padre and as far
as I see it, the popular opinion that his decision to enter the HOF as a Padre
rather than Yankee stems from his hatred for the Yankee organization rather
than his love of the Padres is just that, an opinion. Either way, naming the
Padres Hall of Fame after the first official Padres Hall of Famer makes a lot
of sense.
Winningest
manager in Padres history and a good bet to make the MLB Hall of Fame (Albeit
for his successes with the giants), I don’t think there’s a Padre fan out there
who would disagree with naming our HOF after The Skipper.
Yes,
I know he already has a local Hall of Fame named after him. But it would
provide a tie with another of our crown jewels, Balboa Park and would be
beneficial to both.
No,
it doesn’t make much sense. But at least Shamu has a San Diego connection. His
likeness is plastered on nearly every generic “San Diego” trinket I’ve ever
seen. And since PETA is already pissed off at us for naming our Ballpark after
a company that sells dog food, I wouldn’t mind pissing them off a little more.
9.
Angus
Young
If
you don’t know why this would be a more suitable selection, you’re reading the
wrong blog and probably listening to the wrong music. Log off, go to iTunes and
get turned on to real music, by real musicians.
Yes, the press area at Petco Park is named after the Colonel. And long before he became a Padres treasure, he was United States Marine; having gone to boot camp just a few miles away at MCRD San Diego. Instead of the Hall of Fame Plaza, we should push to have the left field tribute to MLB players who have also served in the armed forces dating back to the Civil War.
Honorable
Mentions
1.
Keith
Olberman
He wasn’t always the
most liked sports media personality around, but that has changed drastically in
2014 in San Diego. With his heartfelt tributes to Jerry Coleman and Tony Gwynn
earlier this year the man has paid much due respect and reverence to our fair
team; much more than most…
Except for when he’s an Angels fan or a
Red Sox fan, he’s a Padres fan. More than I can say for the name that’s been
chosen.
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