Coral Gables, Fla. (VIP-WIRE).
“A continent in which they believe that reggaeton is music is a conglomerate with a dirty culture and on the ground”… Joseph McKadew.-
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Today Tuesday and tomorrow Wednesday are Mail Days. Please, send your name and the town or city from where you write.
Buster Foxx, from Brooklyn, asks…: “How was the tragedy that occurred with Steve Sax’s son?”.
Amigo Bus…: The Captain, John J. Sax, 33, Steve’s son, was a Marine aviation pilot. And with four other airmen they were training in a desert, 150 miles from San Diego, aboard one of those war helicopters that turn into planes, an Osprey. The plane crashed and everyone died. They have been denouncing these machines as very dangerous for years. Steve Sax, as a second baseman, was part of the Dodgers that won two World Series between 1981 and 1994.
Luis Capote, from Catia La Mar, asks…: “What has been the fewest number of pitches in a nine-inning game in the Major Leagues?”
Amigo Lucho…: 58, on August 10, 1944, by Red Barrett, of the Braves, then from Boston, against the Reds. He had two hits, he didn’t give anyone a strikeout, he didn’t walk, the game lasted 1:15 hours and he won 2-0.
Clemente Pertinone, from Orlando, asks…: “Do you think the White Sox will dump Tony LaRusa?” Friend Clem…: That’s why they hire managers. Tony is a lawyer, but in this case he will not have how to defend himself.
Martín Hernández P., from Santiago Rodríguez, Dominican, asks…: “Do team owners pay these exaggerated salaries because they earn more than such multimillion?”
Friend Tino…: In some cases, yes. In others, team owners blame their losses on public relations.
Ramón del C. Véliz, from Churuguara, asks…: “The thing about “Nat King” when you write Gerrit Cole’s name, is it your invention? And if so, why?
Amigo Moncho…: Nat King Cole, or Nathan Adam Coles, was a great man, a fine friend. When he won El Guicaipuro de Oro, he agreed to travel to Caracas to receive it. He loved the city and the Caracas Hilton. He was a comfortable guest to serve and satisfy. Later, he invited me to his home in Santa Monica, California, and showered me with attention among groups of his kind friends. He spoke wonders of Venezuela. I was very saddened when in 1995, at just 45 years old, he died of lung cancer.
Thanks to life that has given me so much, even a reader like you.
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