Paul McCartney turns 70 today.
He never wrote any songs about baseball. Maggie suggested "Blue Jay Way," but that's a George Harrison song. He did write a bunch about falling in love, that young girls like even after they become middle-aged women.
Meg 'N Peg both like him. I like him because he's left-handed, like Babe Ruth. Two southpaws, arguably the best ever at what they did.
On the day of Sir Paul's birth -- June 18 1942 -- the Tigers beat the Yankees 3-1 at Briggs Stadium. Virgil Trucks bested Spurgeon Ferdinand "Spud" Chandler. Both starters went the distance.
On the day he turns 70, they aren't playing. Another off day, for those golfers on the team who count off days like they were precious stones, and know exactly how many remain on the schedule.
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Whomever it was -- possibly a rookie reporter with Canada's The Score cable channel -- who asked nineteen year old Mormon Bryce Harper if he planned to do any legal drinking when the Nats visited Toronto learned this: you don't mess with a missionary man!
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