Sunday, June 26, 2005


The Toy Cannon in 1972.

There was a jersey retirement ceremony yesterday at Minute Maid Park for Jimmy Wynn, who has been one of my very favorite Astros from the time I sat in the shiny new Dome as a six-year-old (in the center field bleachers, with my glove, anticipating -- in that excitedly hopeful way that kids have -- a home run hit to me).

Wynn was, and still is, one of the humblest stars I ever watched. Even when he was told this past winter during a luncheon with owner Drayton McLane that his number would go into the rafters, he was speechless.

Congratulations to one of the true good guys.

Update: Tom Kirkendall, and via him John Brattain, each discuss in greater detail the Toy Cannon's career.

3 comments:

Traveller said...

There's something Pythonesque about "Minute Maid Park"!

What outsiders don't seem to know about Texas is the huge sense of humor which prevails in this state. That said, I don't know how that name has gone over...

PDiddie said...

How weird would you consider it to be if I told you that I proudly wear my cap and shirt that say "Enron Field" on them around town?

Traveller said...

I just knew you were a covert capitalist! Now that's the kind of outfit which could net you millions on EBay.