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Never underestimate desire:

Preston Gomez

Here is my story that aired last night on 790 KABC as part of the Lasorda at His Best series presented by Skechers:

One year during spring training they formed a team with a bunch of players that didn’t really fit on any other of our minor league teams.  They had me manage this tam, and I got them fired up, and we started to beat the other teams we would play in camp.

Now we were going to play the triple-A team, Spokane, and Preston Gomez was their manager.  I got my players together and gave them a little talk.

“You guys have been outstanding!  We have won eight in a row!  Nobody can beat us!”

Gomez went around saying this game was a joke and that they are making a joke out of the Spokane team by having to play us.

I told my players that Gomez was saying these things about them like they’re a bunch of bums!

Gomez’s team was already on the field, and we all ran out together.  As my players past Gomez they were screaming at him and calling him names.

“What’s the matter?” asked Gomez.  “Your team is cussing me and screaming.”

“I don’t know,” I said.  “Maybe they don’t like you.”

You know something; we beat them.  We beat the triple-A team with a bunch of ragamuffins.  We walked off that field and my players were still screaming at Gomez.  I had them hating him so much they wanted to destroy him, and they did.

Just remember, it’s not always the strongest man who wins the fight, or the fastest man who wins the race.  It’s the one who want it badder than the other!

Another one of my favorite stories about Billy Buckner:

Here is my story that aired the other day on 790 KABC as part of the Lasorda at His Best series presented by Skechers:

Bill Buckner, who was leading the league in hitting, hated Lloyd Allen.  They must have had problems in high school because Buckner hated this guy, and he hated Buckner.

The visiting team’s bullpen was right behind our bench on first base.  Buckner, who played first base, would tell our infielders to throw the ball really high with the hopes that he couldn’t catch it and it would hit Lloyd Allen sitting in the bullpen.

Now we graduate from the rookie league and we are in triple-A.  Allen is set to pitch the game.  I am on the line for the National Anthem with Bobby Valentine as the leadoff hitter and Buckner hitting second.  Valentine was on my left and Buckner was on my right, and Allen was on the mound.

Buckner looked at me and said, “I’m going to hit him the head and kill him.”

I thought he was goofy.

God be my judge when I tell you this.  Allen threw him a fastball and where do you think Buckner hit it?  He hit a line drive that hit Allen right on the top of his head.

Allen was down on the ground, and as Buckner was running down to first base I could hear him hollering at Allen, “Die, die, die.”

That’s Buckner.  That’s how he played the game.



How I met Al Michaels:

Here is my story that aired the other night on 790 KABC as part of the Lasorda at His Best series presented by Skechers:

We were playing in Hawaii, and in those days you would go there and play seven games.  Every day I would talk to Al Campanis, our GM, and tell him what our team did.  I told him that if he was ever looking for an announcer that the guy doing the games was outstanding.

“What’s his name?” asked Al.

“Al Michaels.”

“How do you know he’s a good announcer?”

“Because I’ve been thrown out of the last five games and have been listening to him in the clubhouse!”

That’s when Mr. Campanis got mad………

Remembering my friend Sparky:

Here is my story that aired last night on 790 KABC as part of the Lasorda at His Best series presented by Skechers:

I managed the Dodgers for 20 seasons and faced a lot of great managers.  But the one I hated to face was Sparky Anderson.  It was tough because I loved Sparky.  We were great friends and I played with him for about four years. 

He was one of the greatest managers in the history of baseball.  I admired him.  I respected him.  Our friendship lasted until the day he died.

I have to say to all the baseball fans all over America and maybe all over the world, Sparky Anderson was one of the greatest managers in all of baseball and he was my friend.

I wish I had a picture for this story:

Here is my story that aired last night on 790 KABC as part of the Lasorda at His Best series presented by Skechers:

I was on a cruise was assigned a table.  I had that table for the entire cruise with others who join you.  There was an elderly man with his daughter and her two kids who were at my table too.  I always try to make kids feel good and pas along some wisdom, which I did in this case too. 

When the cruise was over I got a call from the elderly gentleman and he asked me for my address.  I asked him why and he told me that he raised Arabian horses.

“I want to send you a horse,” he told me.

At that time I was living in an apartment, so what was I going to do with a horse?  I told him to send it to my farm in Pennsylvania (although I didn’t have a farm). 

Up pulls a trailer to Vince Piazza’s house in Pennsylvania with a beautiful Arabian horse.  Vince thought it was beautiful and named it Dodger.

Mike Piazza used to ride the horse all the time as a kid.

Here’s another Mike Scioscia story for you:

Yesterday was an off-day for the team so 790 KABC didn’t air one of my stories, but here is one that aired a few days ago as part of the Lasorda at His Best series presented by Skechers:

In conversations with Mike Scioscia every once in a while he brings up what I did to him.  The story goes that we drafted him, so I called him on the phone since he grew up in a town in Pennsylvania just a few miles from my home town. 

He wasn’t going to sign with the Dodgers though because he was getting ready to go to Clemson.  I went to his house to pick him up.  My brother Eddie was driving.  We drove to the ballpark in Philadelphia because we were in town to play the Phillies.

He couldn’t believe that I went to his house and that I was taking him to the game.

I took him to our clubhouse in Philadelphia, put a Dodger uniform on him and had him take batting practice on the field.

Now he claims that I lost him $10,000 from his bonus because during BP I was throwing him curveballs that he couldn’t hit. 

But instead of heading for Clemson, the next day he was headed to one of our farm clubs to begin his career as a Dodger. 

Mike went on to be an outstanding Dodger and is now one of the best managers in Major League Baseball.

Mike Scioscia the cyclist:

Here is my story that aired yesterday on 790 KABC as part of the Lasorda at His Best series presented by Skechers:

Mike Scioscia had a habit of gaining weight.  He liked to eat.  One winter he was playing the in Dominican and Al Campanis told Ralph Avila to get a stationary bicycle with an odometer, and to check it every Monday and see how many miles he was riding.

Mickey Hatcher told me he was walking by Scioscia’s apartment and he heard the wheels of the bike pumping.

“Man, Mike is really pedaling hard,” said Mickey.

He opened the door, and when he walked in he saw Scioscia lying on the couch with a pizza on his chest, and a Dominican kid was pedaling the bike!

My first lesson in preventing errors:

Here is my story that aired yesterday on 790 KABC as part of the Lasorda at His Best series presented by Skechers:

My father, may his soul rest in peace, was a great man.  I learned more from him about the philosophy of life than anyone I have ever met.  He had a piece of ground, and he loved to farm.  We would eat all winter long on the vegetables he dug out of that ground. 

One hot day after working at the Bethlehem quarry we went over to the land.  I was 12 or 13 years old, and loved going there with my father to work with him.

“See that empty milk bottle over there?” he asked.  “About a quarter of a mile straight from here there is a spring.  I want you to fill it up with water.”

“That’s the only bottle I have,” he said, and he hit me upside the head. 


“What are you hitting me for, Pop?”

“If you break that bottle it’s too late to hit you.”

I carried that bottle so tightly that nobody could have gotten that bottle out of my hands.  I thought that if he hit me for not breaking it I couldn’t even imagine how bad it would have been if I had broken it. 

I used that philosophy with my players.  If they make an error, it’s too late to holler at them, but if I got on them before they had a better chance of not making the error.

Another story that aired on 790 KABC:

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 were kids we took names of big leaguers as our own.  That’s how much we idolized the major league players.  There was a pitcher for the Brooklyn Dodgers named Van Lingle Mungo (1931-41).  What a name!

So I took that name even though I didn’t know he was right-hander and I’m a left-hander.  Even today when I go home to Norristown, PA  my friends sill call me Mungo.

When Peter O’Malley brought back every living Dodger who played in an All-Star game Mungo was part of that group.  I got to talk to him and I told him about me taking his name.  By golly he thought that was something special. 

He was a great pitcher, and got into some fights too.

República Dominicana:

Here is my story that aired last night on 790 KABC as part of the Lasorda at His Best series presented by Skechers:

I managed Winter Ball in the Dominican Republic for many years, and I loved it.  The people there love baseball and treated us so well.  One night Ralph Avila and I were at dinner at a doctor’s house way up in the mountains.  Somehow we got in a conversation about me and Ralph said that since we are up in the mountains nobody would recognize me.

As we were backing out of the driveway after dinner there was an old man pushing a cart through the road.  He looks in the car and sees me.

“Lasorda!” he said.  “Como estas mi amigo?”