Twenty-seven years ago today, Jim Traber made his major-league debut for the Orioles. And he sang the national anthem before the game! Heroic.
When I think about Jim Traber I think about the three weeks in 1986 when he looked like the next great Oriole slugger. He came up in the middle of July, age 24 with 10 previous games on his major-league resume, and hit .373 with 8 home runs in his first 20 games. He seemed unstoppable. At the time I had no understanding of the concept of “sample size.” I remember being in Seattle, where my parents had a conference, and buying a Post-Intelligencer so I could see the previous day’s box score and find out what Jim Traber had done. I sat under the Space Needle reading about Jim Traber and then I went to see the Laurie Anderson concert movie Home of the Brave. The Post-Intelligencer doesn’t exist anymore. Neither do Orioles sluggers. Box scores and Laurie Anderson are still around, but seem less relevant all the time.
“I think it’s a pain cry.”
“Que es mas macho? Pineapple o knife?”