Results for tag: Ken Singleton
Posted by: Mrs. Singy on Jan 20, 2013 at 10:31:37 PM

Unpacking my suitcase Sunday morning after Ken and I returned from a cruise the night before, I imagined how Marianna Weaver must have felt aboard the cruise ship on which her husband Earl Weaver had expired early Saturday morning. I imagined her packing up his clothes and belongings, enduring one more day at sea before their ship docked again in the U.S., knowing her husband was not in their stateroom but in the ship's morgue, then disembarking the cruise liner, this time not on his arm, but perhaps walking slowly next to his body bag. 


How a ruined vacation – and his death – was not in the plan.


A person in our group on our separate baseball-related cruise had approached our breakfast table to discreetly whisper in Ken’s ear, “Earl Weaver

Posted by: Mrs. Singy on Feb 17, 2012 at 10:02:29 AM

photos courtesy of the SingletonsDeath sure has been reaching out its long pasty fingers too often lately to the baseball world. Here we are as fans and friends once again saying farewell to a legend too young to die.

I mostly remember Gary Carter and his wife, Sandy, from our days in Montreal in the 1990s, when Ken was a radio and TV broadcaster for the Expos (85-'96). Such nice, nice, nice people, those Carters, always offering smiles and kind words, in the tunnel under Olympic Stadium after the games; or in the stands with Sandy and our kids in the family section watching games together.

We have bumped into the Carters sporadically over the years in the baseball world; one of the more exciting places was in Cooperstown, N.Y. when Gary was inducted into the Hall of Fame along with Eddie Murray (2003).

"He was a fan

Posted by: Mrs. Singy on Aug 26, 2011 at 11:33:21 PM

We don’t think much about never seeing someone again when we part ways, matter-of-factly saying “See you later,” because we expect that we will.

Ken shook Mike Flanagan’s hand in that same fashion as they parted ways at New York’s Penn Station July 31 after the Orioles played the Yankees and the friends shared a car from the stadium. 

Ken said to him, “I’ll see you when we get to town.” [Baltimore]

It was no different than the way Ken parted with a baseball friend countless other times, knowing their paths will cross soon again in the baseball world.

“That was the last time I saw him,” said an upset Ken about his longtime friend and former Orioles teammate who took his life August 24 behind his house in Baltimore County.

Posted by: Mrs. Singy on Jun 30, 2011 at 11:13:15 AM

It’s always amusing when it’s a little old lady who’s a baseball fan -- Ken gets a real kick out of that. His grandmother, Quinella, was a Chicago Cubs fan until she died of old age at 101.

Rosie Apicella, 82, met Ken at the bocce courts in Little Italy, Baltimore, during my Tuesday night bocce league. Ken had tagged along to watch our team of Molino cousins -- team “CUGINI” (translates to cousins in Italian) -- but he never had the chance to watch because Rosie found him.

And when Rosie found him, she talked baseball. A lot of baseball. Mostly Yankees – Rosie is a colossal Yankees fan. And in a town that has its own baseball team, especially Baltimore fans true to their O’s, that’s sometimes surprising. 

She knew it was Derek Jeter’s

Posted by: Mrs. Singy on Apr 22, 2011 at 09:29:55 AM

I’m not sure where Pinocchio ended up after he lied in Storybook Land all those decades ago, but a gentleman nicknamed Geppetto is alive and well, not in a small Italian village, but in Geppetto’s Wood Shoppe in West Monroe, N.Y.

With wood chips flying around his workshop, it’s not a nose-growing puppet that Chuck “Geppetto” Nepage carves, rather, statuettes of NY Yankees’ pitchers and batters.

These cleverly-designed figurines are the latest of attention-grabbing items received in hubby Ken Singleton’s fan mail, graciously sent by this Yankee fan, almost enough to make a team – he sent eight – pitchers, hitters, and two golfers (to appeal to Ken’s second greatest passion).

Looking at one side of his four-inch tall statuette

Posted by: Mrs. Singy on Apr 18, 2011 at 01:03:58 PM

While watching the Jackie Robinson Day ceremony at Yankee Stadium April 15, our friend Joe commented about the current players,"These guys have no idea what black players went through back then," as the Rangers and Yankees each donned the number 42 for the night (as did all MLB players) in commemoration of the man who changed baseball.

Joe's comment inspired me to ask my husband, Ken Singleton, on the ride back to the hotel after the game: What was it like as an African-American to play baseball in the 1960's?

"I'm not comparing what I experienced to what African-Americans and Hispanic players went through before me -- because they did all the heavy lifting," said Ken, "but it wasn't great sometimes. It was obvious in some of these cities that people weren't happy that black