
In
1978 the Red Sox' young and formerly promising third baseman, Butch
Hobson, began maiming fans with his attempts to throw out runners at
first base. The Red Sox stuck with him in 1979, but not before
installing a backup plan along the lines of buying a moped at a tag
sale in case the fraying brakes on the El Camino went out completely.
According to the two-item star-bulleted list below the tepid,
diminishing statistics on the back of this baseball card, the tag sale
moped, Larry Wolfe, had just three short years earlier absolutely
terrorized the Southern League by leading it in Sacrifice Flies.
Incredibly, just two years before that, this same Larry Wolfe had
topped all Midwest League third basemen in Double Plays. (The card does
not specify if he participated in the Double Plays as a fielder or a
hitter, however.) Other information to be gleaned about Larry Wolfe
from the back of this card includes that he was acquired via trade
(though it does not say that the trade was for Dave Coleman, two years
removed from getting no hits in 12 at-bats in the only major league
experience he would ever have), he's my birthday neighbor (his special
moment one thin day from my own), and he was born in the
legitimate-sounding Melbourne, Florida, but now supposedly lived in a
place in California called "Rancho Cordova."
Rancho Cordova?
My only theories about this preposterous place-name are as follows:
1.
Larry Wolfe was living in a van at the time the baseball card people
surveyed him. As his profound chinlessness precluded him from
enlivening his van-bound nights with female accompaniment, Larry Wolfe
had ample time to absorb the lessons embedded in the babble from his
portable television, lessons which perhaps reached their most
concentrated distillate in the car advertisement phrase "fine
Corinthian leather," a notion invented by ad executives to avoid using
just the definable but syllabically-challenged word "leather."
Fantasy Island's
Ricardo Montalban spoke these words when describing a Buick, and
perhaps the mellifluous, exotic lilt of the voice of Montalban, the man
who every week taught the likes of Tom Bosley and Shelley Winters
important lessons by spiking their deepest fantasy with setbacks that
peaked at twenty and forty minutes past the hour, drifted deep into
Larry Wolfe's being, and when he was asked where he lived by a Topps
functionary perhaps Larry Wolfe responded in the emptily inventive
voice of Tatoo's overlord, Larry Wolfe a man of his times, mimicking
the invention of glamour to wallpaper grim reality.
2. Upon reaching the big leagues, a hopeful Larry Wolfe was immediately victimized by a
Glengarry Glen Ross type of real estate scam. In this theory, there is a Rancho Cordova, but it is a desolate expanse of sand and scorpions.
P.S.
The brakes soon went out completely on the El Camino. The moped hit
.244 in 1979 and .130 in 1980 and by 1981 was one way or another living
year-round in Rancho Cordova.
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