April 2011

Blogging About Steve Sax:

Here is my story from last night’s edition of Lasorda at His Best presented by Skechers:

We were playing in Philadelphia and the sign was if you are on first base look at Reggie Smith, the first base coach, or listen to him because if he called you by your last name it means the steal sign is on.  We give the steal sign to Steve Sax, but he doesn’t go.  I gave it again and Sax still doesn’t go.  Sax calls time out and walks over to Reggie Smith.

When they came in to the dugout I asked Reggie what in the world was going on out there, but he didn’t want to tell me.

“Why did he call timeout Reggie?” I asked.

“I don’t want to tell you,” he replied.

“What do you mean you don’t want to tell me?”

“If I tell you, you are going to be really mad and we can’t stand it when you are mad.”

“You better tell me,” I insisted.

Reggie got the first sign and said, “Take a good lead Saxy.  Take a good lead Saxy.”  But he didn’t steal.

Reggie got the second sign and said, “Let’s go Saxy, take a good lead now.  Come on Saxy!”  But he didn’t steal again.  Instead he called time out and walked over to Reggie.  Now this is what I wanted to hear.

“Hey Reggie,” said Sax, “How long have you known me?”


“I’m serious Reggie, how long have you known me?”

“What, why?”

“Don’t you think you should start calling me by my first name?”

Hey, you can’t make these up.  But Steve Sax was like a breath of fresh air.  I love him very much and enjoy every minute we are together.

Saturday Morning Blog: The Last Game at Candlestick

Here is my story from last night’s edition of Lasorda at His Best presented by Skechers:

It was the last day that baseball would be played at Candlestick Park.  The Giants asked me to recreate what I used to do when I was Manager.  I used to come out of the clubhouse, which was all the way down the line.  As I made that walk to the dugout all the fans would boo me, and when I would get to the mound I would take a bow and blow kisses to all the fans.

On this last day at Candlestick I recreated that walk, and did the same things I used to do when I managed.  But this time I stopped at home plate because they asked me to say a few words.

I talked about baseball, and I talked about the rivalry.  And then in front of 70,000 I said, “You know, I’ve got you people figured out.  You don’t hate me.  You actually hate yourselves because you love me!”

Dreams Become Realities – New blog:

Here is my story from last night’s edition of Lasorda at His Best presented by Skechers:

In 1963 I was a scout for the Dodgers making $7,000 a year.   For the World Series that year, the Dodgers sat us so far up in the stands that when I looked at the players on the field they looked like midgets.

My wife was sitting next to me at the game and I said to her, “You see that dugout down there?  One day I will be managing the Dodgers in that dugout in the World Series.”

She laughed.

Fourteen years later I was in that dugout managing the Dodgers in the World Series against the New York Yankees.

Dreams become realties, but you have to work for them.  The path to success can only come down the avenue of hard work.  Set your goals high, and go after them with every bit of drive and determination you have within.