It seems to have been happening annually since 1621. Whether it was an act of generosity as it is recorded by History or simply due to the fact that they were outnumbered two to one, the Pilgrims started our greatest American secular tradition: Having family and friends over for turkey, cranberry sauce and a Thursday afternoon of watching football on TV from the safety of an invitingly soft couch. It’s possible that the football part of the holiday may be just someone’s imagination, but the way modern marketing works, you never know.
In all seriousness, a happy and heathy Thanksgiving to us all!
It may be quite different from his childhood dreams of enshrinement in the National Baseball Hall Of Fame at Cooperstown, or even the Rock and Roll Hall Of Fame in Cleveland, but Jamie Stanco is now officially a Hall Of Famer.
In recognition of his life-long contributions to the marketing and advertising community, Jamie Stanco, the President & CEO of Progressive Marketing Group, Inc. (PMG) in Melville NY, was recently inducted into the Direct Marketing Association of Long Island’s (DMALI) Hall of Fame. The recognition couldn’t be more fitting for the creator of the SMO concept and the strategist who has spent 40 years in the marketing wars.
“Few honors have more impact than recognition by one’s peers.” Stanco commented. “While I might admit falling short of my adolescent dream of batting .300 and hitting 750 homers, this makes up for it. It’s a privilege to join the industry leaders in the DMALI Hall of Fame, and there’s still time to practice guitar for the Rock and Roll Hall.”
Today is Leroy Robert Paige’s 109th birthday. Or maybe his 110th. Satchel himself wasn’t too sure but settled on 1906. For those of you who don’t know about Satchel Paige, he was the greatest pitcher in the Negro Leagues and might have been the greatest pitcher in Major League Baseball had he been allowed to pitch in that league. Eventually he did, and at age 42 became the oldest MLB rookie ever. He was also the first player from the Negro Leagues to be inducted into the National Baseball Hall Of Fame. So whether he would be 109 or 110 today, pay attention to the great competitive and barrier-breaking legacy he left behind and also his observances on how to keep young which never seem to be out of style.
1. Avoid fried foods, which angry up the blood.
2. If your stomach disputes you, lie down and pacify it with cool thoughts.
3. Keep the juices flowing by jangling around gently as you move.
4. Go very lightly on vices such as carrying on in society. The social ramble ain’t restful.
5. Avoid running at all times.
6. Don’t look back, something may be gaining on you.
BB King was the living link to the great bluesmen of previous generations like Muddy Waters, Howlin’ Wolf and Willie Dixon. He was the teacher for another generation that included the likes of Eric Clapton, Stevie Ray Vaughan and Johnny Winter. And he will be a case history for every up and coming picker and grinner who masters single string note bending and hammer-ons for as long as The Blues is played. And that will be forever.
Thank you BB for that magical night at the Wollman Rink at the Schaefer Music Festival a million years ago in 1969. You stole the show from Led Zeppelin. It still resonates. Thank you for all the shows at your club. Thank you for That’s Why I Sing The Blues and Hummingbird and So Excited and Big Boss Man and When Love Comes To Town. And thank you for being the greatest ambassador the Blues has ever had. You will be missed by millions.
Happy birthday Yogi!
The congratulations are from all over the baseball world…and beyond. Perhaps the most unlikely candidate for greatness, all Yogi Berra did was to earn more championship rings than anyone else who every played the game. Many have said that his modesty masked a competitive drive second to none. Many have said he was the best bad ball hitter of any era. And most all agreed he was the last guy you wanted to see at the plate with a man on second and the game on the line. Yogi Berra is synonymous winning. God bless you Yogi. Keep on keeping on!
Happy Birthday to the NY Mets on their 54th birthday. On May 8, 1961 the nickname for the New York Metropolitan Baseball Club officially became the Mets. It beat out a host of other names including the Jets, The Islanders, and The Burros ( as in boroughs). No kidding. You could look it up, just ask Casey.
PMG’s own Jamie Stanco has a current article in NY Sports Day entitled “Yankees Preview: Character Assassination”.
And though he swears it isn’t an indictment of Brian Cashman, baseball and sports fans should judge for themselves, no? Here’s a sampling of the article.
This isn’t really a character assassination. I like Brian Cashman, but due to his oversight the Bronx Bombers have been reduced to a litany of news items, mostly about a 39-year old former star third baseman and his struggles to prove worthy of the remaining $60 million on the worst contract in baseball history.
Brian Cashman has character, but isn’t much of a “character,” certainly not in the fashion of the Sparky Lyles, Bobby Valentines, or Bob Ueckers. Or for you true MLB historians, the Lefty Gomezes, Jimmy Piersalls and Joe Pepitones. But he has been entrusted with the rudder of arguably the greatest sports franchise of all…and has run the once glorious Yankee ship perilously close to a reef. Unless a tidal wave frees them from their beached position, Yankees will not challenge in September for what could be a lot of years…and the team’s character, if not its persona, will be similarly challenged.
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