Knox The Hatter
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Some might remember the Montreal Expos for their "Glory Days" of the late '70s and early '80s, the days of Andre Dawson and Gary Carter and Warren Cromartie. Not me.
I remember watching the Mets on the road, playing Les Candystripers at Parc Jarry, a small makeshift stadium utilized in lieu of the demolished Delormier Downs, the home of the legendary triple-A Montreal Royals, as well as of Jackie Robinson in his lone minor league season. Parc Jarry is best remembered for the big swimming pool on the other side of the outfield wall...not an affectation, but reportedly a utility in use before and after Parc Jarry. The Expos wore these ridiculous, overly colorful uniforms, with a rather foppish tri-colored 'M' logo and caps with red, white and blue panels. They didn't look like ballplayers so much as they resembled decorative lawn jockeys.
The star of the team was a hard hitter named Rusty Staub. He had a head of thick, curly red hair, and the fans at Parc Jarry nicknamed him Le Grande Orange (I imagine this would make Tickledorange a very happy woman, lol). The Expos had other colorful players too. They had a catcher, John Boccabella. The PA announcer in Parc Jarry used to draw out his name..."Bohhhhca-u-beh-llllllaaaaaa!" They also had two guys who were drafted out of the Dodgers farm system. One of them was Bob Fairly, a guy with a hilarious name, and some major league experience behind him. If that wasn't enough, though, right at the same time, they had Jim Fairey. You think I'm making this up? I assure you, I'm not.
The Expos got good gates there at Parc Jarry, until a disastrous '76 when they lost a hundred or so games. The next year, they moved into the horrible Olympic Stadium. You see, this franchise was always screwed. Montreal got the club because they agreed to have a proper major league ballpark for them by the mid 70s at the latest, but it never happened, and how could anyone argue that the Big O was a major league park?
Eventually, they got good, but they never were able to get there. Their only post season was the strike year, '81, and the Dodgers tossed them overboard. They continued to bring up some great talent (Randy Johnson and Pedro Martinez and Vladimir Guerrero come to mind), but the franchise was, to me, a joke. They played fourth fiddle most of the time in a city with three professional teams, one of them in another sport being a national icon for greatness, no less. It figured that their best shot came in '94, when the strike blew the season sky high. Now, the Expos are history, and I'm certainly not going to miss them. Washington now gets a third chance, and I hope it works. No more candy striper uniforms and miles of empty seats in a huge dungeon, and no more stars that always wind up on other clubs. Hasta!
I remember watching the Mets on the road, playing Les Candystripers at Parc Jarry, a small makeshift stadium utilized in lieu of the demolished Delormier Downs, the home of the legendary triple-A Montreal Royals, as well as of Jackie Robinson in his lone minor league season. Parc Jarry is best remembered for the big swimming pool on the other side of the outfield wall...not an affectation, but reportedly a utility in use before and after Parc Jarry. The Expos wore these ridiculous, overly colorful uniforms, with a rather foppish tri-colored 'M' logo and caps with red, white and blue panels. They didn't look like ballplayers so much as they resembled decorative lawn jockeys.
The star of the team was a hard hitter named Rusty Staub. He had a head of thick, curly red hair, and the fans at Parc Jarry nicknamed him Le Grande Orange (I imagine this would make Tickledorange a very happy woman, lol). The Expos had other colorful players too. They had a catcher, John Boccabella. The PA announcer in Parc Jarry used to draw out his name..."Bohhhhca-u-beh-llllllaaaaaa!" They also had two guys who were drafted out of the Dodgers farm system. One of them was Bob Fairly, a guy with a hilarious name, and some major league experience behind him. If that wasn't enough, though, right at the same time, they had Jim Fairey. You think I'm making this up? I assure you, I'm not.
The Expos got good gates there at Parc Jarry, until a disastrous '76 when they lost a hundred or so games. The next year, they moved into the horrible Olympic Stadium. You see, this franchise was always screwed. Montreal got the club because they agreed to have a proper major league ballpark for them by the mid 70s at the latest, but it never happened, and how could anyone argue that the Big O was a major league park?
Eventually, they got good, but they never were able to get there. Their only post season was the strike year, '81, and the Dodgers tossed them overboard. They continued to bring up some great talent (Randy Johnson and Pedro Martinez and Vladimir Guerrero come to mind), but the franchise was, to me, a joke. They played fourth fiddle most of the time in a city with three professional teams, one of them in another sport being a national icon for greatness, no less. It figured that their best shot came in '94, when the strike blew the season sky high. Now, the Expos are history, and I'm certainly not going to miss them. Washington now gets a third chance, and I hope it works. No more candy striper uniforms and miles of empty seats in a huge dungeon, and no more stars that always wind up on other clubs. Hasta!
They're fair weather fans, even with their hockey team. But its hard to believe, even when the Expos were leading their division, they could hardly average 9000 fans in attendance.... I say give the team to a place who will appreciate them 


