Bob Gibson Gets Me a Car

Viet Nam Military Payment Certificate (MPC), 1967

I got “in-country” Viet Nam in very late September 1967. That’s the way we described Viet Nam. When you were there, you were “in-country.” Everywhere else was “the world.” I recognize the built in bias of that statement, but that’s the way we looked at it then.  When you talked about going anywhere else, you talked about going back to “the world.” R and R (Rest and Recreation, a five day break from the war in some nearby place–in my case Bangkok) was in “the world.” Going home was back to “the world.” But even when you were “in-country” who were never far away from American sports (which were happening back in “the world”). October was the World Series and I was “in-country” with a bunch of other baseball fans.

This was the year of the Boston “Impossible Dream” Red Sox. For the first time since 1946, the BoSox were pennant winners and had home field in the World Series against the St. Louis Cardinals. For some reason that I never quite understood, most of the guys I knew were Red Sox supporters. That’s to say they were rooting for the Sox, not that they were lifelong fans. Only one guy was from New England and a  lifelong fan. The rest were from all over the country and were fans of various teams. But for some reason most of them were pulling for Boston.

Now I grew up in  a home where Stan Musial was something just short of God himself (and the order of precedence got kind of fuzzy sometimes), so I was inclined to root for the Cardinals, and might have been read out of the family if I hadn’t. I’m  a Dodgers fan, but the Cards were my  second choice (as, apparently, Boston was most everyone else’s second choice). So I found myself in a minority around a bunch of  Boston rooters.

I kept telling them Bob Gibson wasn’t going to let Boston win. Their response was that Carl Yastrzemski would crush Gibson and that Boston would win in five. It was almost always five because everyone accepted that Gibson would probably win one. I kept disagreeing, which led finally to that classic American sports rejoiner, “Wanna bet?” Well, it was Viet Nam, there weren’t a lot of places to spend your money  and the money looked funny (MPC replaced dollars “in-country”), and I had some that I’d brought with me, so the answer was “sure.” I ended up putting up about $100 at 2-1 with a number of guys, then went out and agonized every time Boston won a game. I was wrong about Yaz, he hit Gibson and everybody else well. But I was right about Gibson. He won three games, including game 7 (hitting a home run in the process) and the Cards won the World Series. It seems Boston’s “Impossible Dream” really was impossible.

We met the next day at the enlisted club. Being basically honest types, everybody paid up, so I bought a round for all the losers. I sent almost all the rest of the money home and it made a nice start on the purchase of a used car when I got back to “the world.” For years I called the car “Gibby.” Damned thing ran pretty well.

Advertisements

Tags: , , , , , ,

9 Responses to “Bob Gibson Gets Me a Car”

  1. keithosaunders Says:

    What a great post. I’ve got a book somewhere aroudn here on the 1967 Series — maybe this will give me the impetus to read it. Was Musial still playing in 1967? If not, how recently had he retired?

  2. verdun2 Says:

    Musial retired at the end of the 1963 season. The next year the Cards won the World Series. Go figure.
    Glad you like the post.
    v

  3. keithosaunders Says:

    Did Musial get to play on any Series winners? I know they played the Brown in 1944 but he could have been serving overseas at that time.

  4. verdun2 Says:

    Musial played in the 42, 43, 44, and 46 Series’, going 22 for 86 for a .256 average with 9 runs, 8 RBIs, 7 doubles, and a single home run (game 4 of 44). The Cards won in 42, 44, and 46. FYI
    v
    BTW, noted the scewed up comment on your site. Acknowledged it.

  5. keithosaunders Says:

    My Dad, who grew up in Brooklyn and lived in New York until 1956 told me that Musial was a Dodger-killer and was the hitter they feared most. Imagine if there had been playoffs in those days what great Dodgers-Cardinals matchups there might have been.

  6. Ron Says:

    I was in Germany, Turkey, Iraq, Angola, Lativa, Saudi Arabia and more places than I can remember in the Army. It’s still ‘in-country’ and ‘the world’.

    As long as soldiers travel, it will probably be like that. The only break from being ‘in-country’ was being ‘up-country’ or ‘down-country’. The sweetest thing in the world is the Freedom Bird.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s


%d bloggers like this: