Some help from the Big Dodger in the Sky:
Here is my story that aired last night on 790 KABC as part of the Lasorda at His Best series presented by Skechers:
When we used to go into Cincinnati to play a three-game series you knew you were facing the Big Red Machine, and you had to be ready. I thought I would go to church and get a little help. When I sat in the pew guess who I sat next to.
Johnny McNamara, the manager of the Cincinnati Reds.
I looked at him; he looked at me. I knew why he was there and he knew why I was there.
At the conclusion of the mass he and I walked out the center aisle. As we approached the front door he told to wait outside for him as he would be right out.
I wondered where he was going.
He went to the side of the church and lit a candle. Instead of leaving I went to the other side of the church, in front of the alter, and to his side of the church. When he left and I went over and blew his candle out.
I knew he wasn’t lighting that candle for a dead relative.
Throughout the game I hollered, “Hey Mac, it ain’t gonna work pal. I blew it out!” We clobbered them 13-2.
A few years ago I got a post card from Johnny and his wife Ellen from Rome, Italy, and all it read was, “Try blowing this one out.”