Today was one of those days where my aching “Frankenfoot” was just too painful for me to bear weight so as I rested I decided to read Dallas Green’s book, “The Mouth That Roared.”
After his passing this week, I feel doubly lucky that when I bought the book, I bought it directly from him. Two years ago, he had a book signing at then Brighthouse Field. I bought a ticket specifically to see Dallas.
This is what I wrote at the time:
Dallas Green is now a member of the Phillies front office, but is most recognized as the manager of the 1980 World Series winning Phillies team. He’s often around the Carpenter Complex and he too, often says hello to me in passing. He recently had a book signing of his book, “The Mouth That Roared-My Six Outspoken Decades in Baseball.”
I purchased a book and when I got to the table to have it signed, I recounted to Green that as a young child I was *cough, cough* “sick” the day of the World Series parade so that I could stay home and watch it on television. I asked him to “not tell my mother I faked illness to see the parade” and he had a hearty laugh.
He even left a nice inscription in my book.
When I read that inscription today, it really hit me, it felt like while he is gone, that big personality will go on, carried on in his book and in the memories of us who loved seeing him at Spring Training and at games.
RIP Dallas Green, Rest In Peace.