A Couple More to Document: Rings of Power, more College Football (Both Kinds)

 A Couple More to Document: Rings of Power, more College Football

    My Rings of Power: Found after a Long Week

    Indiana Football: The Cignetti Era, IU's 30th Coach

    Indiana Soccer: So You're Saying they Got a Chance?

    BYU Football: Redemption Song...

 Things to Write and Discover

    I wanted to explore a little a few subjects, like "We are mostly invisible". (1)

    "Searching for and Discovering Meaning". (2)

    "Tim Raines and the On-Base Percentage." (3)

    "Many ways to Sacrifice and Leave Behind Our Trails." (4)

    "I Have Suffered a Strain of Self-Criticism, Ironic Awareness, Self-Sabotage, Auto-Failure. Could it be bad luck or fait accompli?" (5)

    "What did we dwell on as youth, and how do we recount it later and now?" (6)

    

Before Patrick Corbin, there is Tim Raines

    I am excited that Mr. Corbin (who by the way, is not my favorite player, but more an object of curiosity) got his 4th win of the season before September, and his 101st career lifetime decision in the win column. This is news worth blogging about, in my book!

    Of course, my book is quite quirky and may not be worth much. So far, I think my blog has earned around 3 and a half dollars. And all this since the beginning of 2014. And, the post that got the most hits was copied and pasted from Forbes, like the richest Chilean. Wow. Impressive.

    Speaking of impressive, my favorite baseball player of all time, the above-mentioned Tim Rock Raines, comes in tied three ways for 323rd best batting average of all time. Hmmm. Does not sound that great?

    Well, many of the top players in batting average in baseball history played before World War II. So, the pitching got better since then is one of my arguments. Specialization in throwing and getting people out has increased. More pitchers, faster throws, all that.

    Tim is likely among the top 50 in the last 45 years, and likely top 75 or at minimum 100 since the Japanese and Germans put a dent in the baseball years back then.

    Who did he tie with?

    

317.	Frank Robinson+ (21)	.2941	11744	R
318.	Joe Stripp (11)	.2940	4632	R
	Gee Walker (15)	.2940	7213	R
320.	Mike Grady (11)	.2939	3438	R
321.	Ezra Sutton (18)	.2937	5537	R
	Fred Tenney (17)	.2937	8834	L
323.	Tommy Davis (18)	.2936	7739	R
	Howie Kendrick (15)	.2936	6421	R
	Tim Raines+ (23)	.2936	10359	B
326.	Lance Berkman (15)	.2935	7814	B
	Buck Freeman (11)	.2935	4625	L
	Glenn Wright (11)	.2935	4480	R

my Jewish friend in Israel with no response (6).

 my Jewish friend in Israel with no response (6).

    I thought of her lately. I think about her individually; maybe I think about a million, or millions of others. We have to start somewhere. Might as well start with what we know. Or what we knew. Or whom we knew.

    Did I know her? Surely, I did. We sat next to each other in the innocent days of third grade. Still the 1970s. Vietnam was far from us, anyway. But the Six Day War and the Yom Kippur War not so much. Rather, these conflicts must have been close, I presume. Perhaps her parents could keep her a few more years from these statements of the reality of modern-day Israel.

    And to be clearer and more honest, in more perfect candor, it is not simply about being Jewish. It is being alive. Being human. Goy or not, we all are the same. Twisted and corrupted Darwinism could not convince us otherwise. But, they are the Chosen, are they not?

    I was raised as such as well. We have some things in common. Albeit Christian, we do not believe ourselves the Gentiles of the modern days. Latter days. We are of the Covenant of God, or rather, the covenants.

    We knew each other from the 70s to the 1980s. I saw her once in the 1990s, after visiting and studying in the Holy Land. She was married to an Austrian. Another Jewish man. It was not meant to be, I gather. Pardon my blunt assessments.

    Trying to be honest. Forthright. Real. True. Hard to arrive at, a lot of the time.

    The truth, the people of God, and the despotic rulers who hate them. All there in the annals of our history.

    What else to say? We can narrow it down to one person at a time.

    The awful fateful day of October 7th, 2023 occurred. Some twelve hundred Hamas fighters, known as terrorists to the majority of the world, went and wreaked horror in Israel. 

    Many argue around the world that the constant state of oppression across Gaza and the West Bank was its own type of terror. But not as egregious as that day.

    It has been a blood bath ever since.

    But, then again, the history of this people has been fraught with strife and suffering.

    I reached out to her almost three years ago, while I was out in the Middle East. We talked, we spoke of writing, she offered to help me. She is still a friend. Even without talking to her most of our adult lives. I think a friend for life. I hope. In the end, the religion of one can be who we are, but I know that interpersonal relationships are gifts of or from God, and we are His children.

    I sent a message to her, maybe October 8th or 9th. 

    No response. 

    A couple months later I sent another message. Nothing.

    It has been 10 months now. A 52-year-old hostage in Gaza was rescued. He looks 72. He is alive; his family ran to see him.

    Lebanon confederates have shot missiles into Israel. Israel fights back.

    They will not back down. The people of God, where He prevails, will not stop fighting.

    Unfortunately, there may not be enough room for the Arabs as well.

    I still await the response. A mutual friend has received no reply. Yet.

    We trust she is fine. But living or otherwise, it seems hard to be fine at times like these. Or maybe ever. I will speak to her once more.

my mom and selling, discovering

 my mom and selling, discovering

    dedicated to ee cummings and other artistic thinkers and original humans

    i have blogged and explicated about her in the past

    in this blog

    she could be like your mother, or a thousand others

    but no, she is one of a kind

    !

    besides the gambling, and the religious duties

    like visiting, or family history research and temple work

    her real passion and interest was finding things

    knick knacks, dohickeys

    handicrafts and artisanal works

    jewels and bobbits

    n' doodads

    n' tings

    lotta tings

    i meant doohickies and plates

    necklaces and bracelets

    ornaments and bawbles

    art works and paintings

    things she would gift me

    a cloth of the mother and child

    mary and jesus

    little statuettes

    light fixtures

    old books

    of poems 

    or the plan for german domination

    (i almost capitalized deutschland, or deuchen, as they are want to do)

    so you see

    my mom had eyes and ears for a thousand things

    all of them,

    big or small,

    the lord god made them all

    not always wise, nor wonderful

    but always caring

    searching

    looking

    at times retreating

    but curious

    lest i forget earrings, 

    and all manner of bawbles

    i mean not to diminish them and their worth

    crystals, glasses, metals, carved or engraved

    embroideries, wood carvings, polished works and 

    all things cute and ornate

    i have spoken

    i relayed most of it

    except maybe some king james bible english

    for things

    to collect

    speaking of antiques

    she would be 84 now

    eighty-four earth years

    not ancient

    nor antique

    like the gadgets and doodads of yesteryear

 

    

 Bronco: The Legend, the Woes, the Promise

    Bronco Mendenhall has done a pretty phenomenal job across the width and breadth of his career. I root for him and cheer him all the way. (Thanks AI feature: I did not originally want to say, "all the way." But it fits...)

    Bronco has been a good or sometimes semi-great college football coach, but more importantly he is a person of character and strong will, a man who leads young men and the associated older men, women, and youth who follow and love his programs in an outstanding way. With honor, class, and respect. 

    He coached some great defensive players (see Brian Urlacher) where he was Defensive Coordinator at the University of New Mexico, when my alma mater brought him to Provo, where the replacement to the legendary Lavell Edwards after decades, and BYU went on to lose, three years in a row. There was behavioral and personnel problems with the Honor Code, too. Criminal stuff, not just normal law of chastity and Word of Wisdom (drugs) issues.

    Bronco cleaned it up as head coach, and won from the start. Eleven pretty awesome years. Consistently winning and going to bowls. 

    He shocked a lot of people and went to UVA in Charlottesville. And, he did really well for the flagship school of the Commonwealth, at times outshining the vaunted Hokies of Blacksburg. What else to expect?

    Them, after maybe six years, he shocked a lot of people (hello!) and retired as a young guy, about 59. He did it for family and personal reasons. 

    

    But this last year, he surprised the world yet again, (sort of), and went back to Albuquerque, where he first got real notoriety, to resurrect the program. 

    The first game was against Football Championship Series (lower tier) school Montana State, in the Land of Enchantment, and he, they... lost. It was kind of a must-win. However, the season is long, and like at BYU, or even Virginia, his teams have recovered from early disheartening losses. Go, Coach Bronco! Rally the boys!

    Ahh, we have had some tough losses over the years with Bronco. Too many to get into now. But there have always been the sweet victories. And the consistent, calm, and glorious wins.

    Victories, triumphs, and respect.

    That is Bronco, at the end of the day, and his career, no matter the final score.

    A winner. A leader. A champion.

 College Football 2024 -Previewing and Reviewing

    Color me excited, I am hopeful for my two college teams to exceed expectations. Brigham Young and IU could and hopefully go bowling. My big BYU fan friend, let's say he shares a name with a president of the past, thinks that the Cougars will only win 5. I am more optimistic and I believe that they can win six and be bowl eligible. My Athlon sports magazine does not opine so, but we shall see. 

    Indiana is picked by some to win 7, but my magazine does not have them bowl eligible for the end of season. New coach, new blood. We shall see. I like some of the optimistic ones looking at IU's schedule, which some say is doable.

    Saturday I was able to relax a bit, and have a day off for the first time in twelve days. A couple of those days were hard, especially when I almost overheated. That does not happen too often.

    Noon opened with Florida State versus Georgia Tech, the Seminoles were ranked a hopeful #10. Yes, I was happy when the Yellowjackets won with a last-minute field goal. I thought that the refs missed a key face mask tackle violation earlier in the contest, which cost the Wramblin' Wreck, so all's well that ends well. Athlon picked FSU to only have one loss all season, and this one was not it.

    Next came New Mexico and FCS competitor  Montana State, and despite healthy leads and being up comfortably with four and half minutes to go, the Lobos under returning coach Bronco Mendenhall, get a big L. I saw some of it, but I went to a birthday party where I met a guy who talked to Donald Trump at the golf course. Among other things and people.

    Lastly, I saw a bit of Nevada almost beating SMU, but coming up short. Are the Mustangs already part of the ACC?

    There were some FCS games on TV, but nothing too big to me. Just a sampling of more entertainment and amazing developments to come. All fall long, unless Israel and Iran and Russia and Ukraine blow up into a world war... Or MPox and the West Nile Virus combine and kill half of us.

    To wit, blog on college football fans!

    Enjoy, and live.

 Patrick Corbin: Not the Pitcher of this Decade

    First of all, I empathize. I identify and sympathize with this highly paid athlete who has been a sort of goat of the Washington team the last five seasons since the miraculous 2019 World Series when he first came to D.C. , and perhaps among the greater major leagues. Meaning, I myself have shown some promise in some parts of my life, to myself and to others. And I have wound up woefully lacking or insufficient in living up to those distant hopeful, and now wistful, expectations. So, in essence, Mr. Corbin, I feel like I could be you, or you me. Therefore, in me writing, analyzing, and explicating your tantalizing abilities and career, perhaps I am only finding a vehicle to understand life, myself, and others.

    No, it is not all about me. But, it does include how I comprehend things, and how I can relate to others. Thus, I think and write. On a Sunday morning, more than most.

    Now late Sunday afternoon, almost evening. Significant things happened today, a day of blessings. And friendships and covenants.

    Back to my man, Patrick Corbin. He is the current major league leader (i.e. loser) in losses*. He has 130. Since 2020 he definitely has the most. I could and should do the math. The Nats have more or less offloaded and imploded, and so has he. In 2019 when they acquired him he was an elite pitcher, but since 2020 he has lost 69 games up till now, and has led the leagues[s] in losses every year since 2021. He was 2-7 in the lock-down shortened season, which was not good at all. But it got worse. Lots of bad seasons, with higher and higher ERAs. (Earned run averages).

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    So, like a book that I have mostly written but I am not pushing forward to final edits or publishing; I want to, but I cannot push myself to do it, yet; this is about me and life, the world as I know it and the universe.

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    Who else is pitching now with more than 100 losses? By the way, Corbin just got his 100th win. It was about time. I was/am relieved. The Nationals did not always do very well of supporting him when he had quality starts, which is usually allowing 3 or less runs. I believe that this season, anyway, he has had numerous QSs. Tough luck. But, he is getting paid royally for his original signing. Racking up the losses.

    And, we hope that that he can get a few more wins to finish the year. He is 100-130 career. Career 4.50 ERA, but normally above 5.00 the last few years.

    The Braves' Charlie Morton has 120 career losses. But he is 137-120 since 2008. Corbin has been playing since 2012 in Arizona. Next is Jonny Cueto, at 148-112, also pitching since 2008. Max Scherzer is 216-112, a sure-fire Hall of Famer, playing since 2008, too. 

    Jordan Lyles, Kyle Gibson, and Carlos Carrasco are the only other current pitchers with more than 100 losses. Clayton Kershaw is not there yet. 

    So, for now, Corbin is the man and will not be matched for a while.

    Rooting for you, Patrick. Best of luck.

*Correction. Justin Verlander currently leads (or is worst) in the majors with 144 losses. 

Justin Verlander (19, 41)

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But, he is a sure thing for the Hall of Fame, because he happens too have: 260 wins after 19 years. And, he is married to a supermodel. Not bad, Justin.

Feeling Old, and some Things to Write

    I will speak on age and feeling it. Then, "Forgetting I loved You."(1) And, ... there were a couple other things. Like, Patrick Corbin leading the majors in losses (decisions) (2), college football (3), Bronco Mendenhall (4), and maybe... The story of my mom and selling, discovering (5). And maybe, too, my Jewish friend in Israel with no response (6).

    I felt old these last eight days. A few weeks before I slept weirdly, I woke up with a crick in my neck, a pain that emanated from my right shoulder area connecting to my neck on that side, so that I had a hard time turning and it felt painful. This worked its way out after a few days, gradually diminishing. Around 1994 I had a roommate, perhaps younger than me at age 22 or so, who had done this anomaly to his body; I found it unfortunate but comical. He was not very strong nor athletic. Not always an age thing, to put a painful pull in the muscles, but in my case now, however, I felt it was related to older age; me in my almost mid 50s.

    I did the outdoors exercise with my group, Saturday at its hottest, this mid-August day--it was hot, and I carried a bit of weight beyond what I was accustomed to. I was ordered to do a bit of extra movement and work, hefting this weight on my shoulders and back; I stood to catch my breath, my heart racing and sweating profusely, when others determined that I was about to be a heat casualty. One thought that I had lost consciousness a few times, even though I had not. I did strain heavily, however. There was dense brush to trip on, a bit like a drunk, though.

    That night, sleeping on the ground, I re-aggravated that crick in the neck from a week or so before. The next days I monitored my pain and the after-effects of heating up too much from the work, or over-work.

    Age. Age? Older age? The body devolves.

    I played basketball a few nights later; the first few games my teams won and lost, maybe 2-3. I was not the best, but not the worst. But then in the last two games, where my mind and body typically has gained a rhythm and does good things, my hands felt odd: I failed routine movements or plays and I was questioning my usefulness, the utility of being a person on my team, my utility as a piece of the puzzle on the court. Not usual. I tried to excuse myself for having "hands of lead". The brain was not too sharp, either. Ugh. This could be health, and age. Older age.

    A day or so later, limping at work from soreness of playing basketball, which I know I could do for more than 15 years, when younger, I forgot the name of a girl that I had liked a lot in high school, mostly my sophomore year. Hana? Hanan? Hunada? Arab names, as I knew hers was, but not her. What was her name? I met her mother some ten years later, back in Bloomington. Shorter, but gracious and in her own way beautiful. She might have sensed my threat. Me, still menacingly single. (Save this for the "Forgetting" post.)

    It came to me later driving in my car. Her name from high school. A... Sanam. I remembered the last name too, not to be mentioned here. It starts with an "R". The two names go together, they always did, I think, most of the time.

    That was more than 35 years ago, like 37, almost the amount of time Moses divided his life: his period of exile in Moab, or his earlier time as a Prince of Egypt, or his final wanderings in the desert.

    Paging Chaim Potok. Ah, the times of Ghaleb and the Holy Land. Blessed me, for sure. Young, immortal, imperfect, but eternal.

    And this is how I can age. And feel it, and slightly fear and dread it, but most of all recognize it happens, and it is happening to me. I am embarking on good professional things, so all is not lost. I am still a beginner in vital things, too. Never too old yet; still vibrant enough to engage and vigorously take on other things of import, and things that make a difference. But I am no longer young, by any means.

    Accept it. Be at peace. With the process. 

Shogun Ends - And Begins Again

    Sometimes when you are close to your mid-fifties you read or watch something, you feel or remember something, you think or review something that brings you back to you. You as a youth, you as a hoped-for product, a result or aspiration that were parts of you going back decades. Memories and hopes from yesteryear reprise, refit, re-configure, redo, or review and re-make what was and is. Or what could have been, or would have been, or even what still may be.

    Clear? Allus clear? Or maybe "clar". As the Germans say...

    Japanese and Germans, oy ve. 

    This story became an NBC-made TV miniseries based on the James Clavell classic: a long novel, very well composed, which I would see in tables and shelves in the 1970s and 1980s. Then came the Richard Chamberlain series, which fascinated and enraptured me. Unfortunately, I was not able to watch the final Friday night episode because my parent went out of town and I stayed with another family. They did not watch it, they had no idea. I saw a brief glance of it that Friday night, but the zeitgeist and moment were gone for me. For decades. Later, perhaps in my forties, I got ahold of the copy of it. I started it, but like many books, years would go by before I tackled it again. 

    2018 I finished it. Reading.

    Then Hulu came out with another streaming series of this year.

    I finished episode 10 this morning.

    And the thoughts return and percolate.

    TO BE CONTINUED.

Joey Votto Calls it a Career - Not Bad at All

    Fighting for his career, his significance. Like a lot of us.

    The year Joey Votto splashed on the scene in 2008 was a big one for him and the Reds. It is not all the time that a catcher can hit like this guy. Perhaps not since Jonny Bench of the Big Red Machine of the 1970s. I blogged about him, in my once hopeful Foxsports.com blog (there were two) in 2008, before they were unceremoniously eliminated in 2009. I would like to see what I wrote back regarding this young, promising player. Like most of us, he tried to leave his mark. He succeeded.

    My blogs were called edclinchs'it, or papaclinchs'it.com, and each was linked to a hotmail account. Perhaps I had two or three hundred entries/posts; I had a written a few things that I consider valuable. Since the end of 2005 and strongly into 2006. Then in my military years. Trying to make record of what I cared about or what I was interested in. Significance in something that maybe I could be good in: writing, recording.

    Those came and went. I had some good interaction with some others. That was satisfying. Feedback and camaraderie. Mutual interests and pursuits. Speculations.

    I do not think that Votto or the Reds ever made it to the World Series, like great players and teams of the Reds years before them. 1990 had a great year. And of course, Rose and the others back in the 1970s.

    Some of my earlier memories in life, based on where I am from.

    Votto did a lot of great things on the field, hit a lot of homers. One of the best for a catcher of all time, for sure. He tried to push it back to the majors this late into August, in 2024. I honor and laud him for that. 

    Respect for longevity and effort.

    It is what many of us are trying to do.

    Even before 2005. Even back to the 1970s.

    Blog it and blog on.

    Way to go, Joey Votto! We were impressed by your contribution, efforts, and achievements.

    Things that most of us aspire to. 

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Year	Age	Tm	Lg	G	PA	AB	R	H	2B	3B	HR	RBI	SB	CS	BB	SO	BA	OBP	SLG	OPS	OPS+	TB	GDP	HBP	SH	SF	IBB	Pos	Awards
2007	23	CIN	NL	24	89	84	11	27	7	0	4	17	1	0	5	15	.321	.360	.548	.907	127	46	0	0	0	0	1	3/7H
2008	24	CIN	NL	151	589	526	69	156	32	3	24	84	7	5	59	102	.297	.368	.506	.874	125	266	7	2	0	2	9	*3/H	RoY-2
2009	25	CIN	NL	131	544	469	82	151	38	1	25	84	4	1	70	106	.322	.414	.567	.981	156	266	8	4	0	1	10	*3/H	MVP-22
2010	26	CIN	NL	150	648	547	106	177	36	2	37	113	16	5	91	125	.324	.424	.600	1.024	171	328	11	7	0	3	8	*3/H	AS,MVP-1
2011	27	CIN	NL	161	719	599	101	185	40	3	29	103	8	6	110	129	.309	.416	.531	.947	155	318	20	4	0	6	15	*3/H	AS,MVP-6,GG
2012	28	CIN	NL	111	475	374	59	126	44	0	14	56	5	3	94	85	.337	.474	.567	1.041	177	212	8	5	0	2	18	*3/H	AS,MVP-14
2013	29	CIN	NL	162	726	581	101	177	30	3	24	73	6	3	135	138	.305	.435	.491	.926	156	285	15	4	0	6	19	*3/H	AS,MVP-6
2014	30	CIN	NL	62	272	220	32	56	16	0	6	23	1	1	47	49	.255	.390	.409	.799	125	90	5	3	0	2	2	3/H
2015	31	CIN	NL	158	695	545	95	171	33	2	29	80	11	3	143	135	.314	.459	.541	1.000	174	295	11	5	0	2	15	*3/H	MVP-3
2016	32	CIN	NL	158	677	556	101	181	34	2	29	97	8	1	108	120	.326	.434	.550	.985	160	306	16	5	0	8	15	*3/HD	MVP-7
2017	33	CIN	NL	162	707	559	106	179	34	1	36	100	5	1	134	83	.320	.454	.578	1.032	167	323	16	8	0	6	20	*3	AS,MVP-2
2018	34	CIN	NL	145	623	503	67	143	28	2	12	67	2	0	108	101	.284	.417	.419	.837	126	211	15	9	0	3	6	*3/HD	AS
2019	35	CIN	NL	142	608	525	79	137	32	1	15	47	5	0	76	123	.261	.357	.411	.768	95	216	14	4	0	3	2	*3/HD7
2020	36	CIN	NL	54	223	186	32	42	8	0	11	22	0	0	37	43	.226	.354	.446	.800	107	83	5	0	0	0	1	*3/D
2021	37	CIN	NL	129	533	448	73	119	23	1	36	99	1	0	77	127	.266	.375	.563	.938	139	252	7	4	0	4	6	*3/DH	MVP-16
2022	38	CIN	NL	91	376	322	31	66	18	1	11	41	0	0	44	97	.205	.319	.370	.689	89	119	8	10	0	0	0	3D/H
2023	39	CIN	NL	65	242	208	26	42	6	0	14	38	0	0	27	62	.202	.314	.433	.747	98	90	2	7	0	0	0	3D/H
17 Yrs				2056	8746	7252	1171	2135	459	22	356	1144	80	29	1365	1640	.294	.409	.511	.920	144	3706	168	81	0	48	147
162 Game Avg.				162	689	571	92	168	36	2	28	90	6	2	108	129	.294	.409	.511	.920	144	292	13	6	0	4	12
				G	PA	AB	R	H	2B	3B	HR	RBI	SB	CS	BB	SO	BA	OBP	SLG	OPS	OPS+	TB	GDP	HBP	SH	SF	IBB	Pos	Awar

70.	Frank Howard (16)	382	7353	R	HR Log
	Ryan Howard (13)	382	6531	L	HR Log
	Jim Rice+ (16)	382	9058	R	HR Log
73.	Albert Belle (12)	381	6676	R	HR Log
74.	Orlando Cepeda+ (17)	379	8699	R	HR Log
	Tony Pérez+ (23)	379	10861	R	HR Log
76.	Mike Trout (14, 32)	378	6647	R	HR Log
	Matt Williams (17)	378	7595	R	HR Log
78.	Norm Cash (17)	377	7914	L	HR Log
	Jeff Kent (17)	377	9537	R	HR Log
80.	Carlton Fisk+ (24)	376	9853	R	HR Log
81.	Rocky Colavito (14)	374	7559	R	HR Log
82.	Gil Hodges+ (18)	370	8104	R	HR Log
83.	Todd Helton+ (17)	369	9453	L	HR Log
	Ralph Kiner+ (10)	369	6256	R	HR Log
85.	Lance Berkman (15)	366	7814	B	HR Log
86.	Joe DiMaggio+ (13)	361	7672	R	HR Log
87.	Gary Gaetti (20)	360	9817	R	HR Log
88.	Johnny Mize+ (15)	359	7372	L	HR Log
89.	Yogi Berra+ (19)	358	8364	L	HR Log
	Paul Goldschmidt (14, 36)	358	8140	R	HR Log
	Carlos Lee (14)	358	8787	R	HR Log
92.	Joey Votto (17, 40)	356	8746	L	HR Log
93.	Greg Vaughn (15)	355	7070	R	HR Log
94.	Luis Gonzalez (19)	354	10531	L	HR Log
	Lee May (18)	354	8219	R	HR Log
96.	Torii Hunter (19)	353	9692	R	HR Log
97.	Ryan Braun (14)	352	7340	R	HR Log
	Ellis Burks (18)	352	8177	R	HR Log
99.	Dick Allen (15)	351	7315	R	HR Log
100.	Chili Davis (19)	350	9997	B	HR Log
Rank	Player (yrs, age)	Home Runs	PA	Bats	HR Log
101.	George Foster (18)	348	7812	R	HR Lo