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Later that night I'm playing with the Road Kings (my old rockabilly band) at the Pig and Whistle Live on Richmond Avenue and Lew walks into the club with Ken Caminiti and Casey Candaele. Candaele walks up to the stage in between songs, hands me a baseball with most all the Astros names on it and says, "Lew says you think I wanna kick your ass. I don't, so here's a little something from the team. Just had a hard day." I'm speechless.
After my show, me and Lew, Ken Caminiti (God rest his soul) and Casey Candaele proceeded to drink every drop of bourbon in the bar and leave the club about 5 a.m. Next day, Caminiti and Candaele both hit homers and win the game against the Braves. Maybe I helped Candaele with his slump, maybe not. Either way, it's one of my most cherished memories.
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I remember it like it was yesterday. The year was 1979, and my favorite player in the world was Cesar Cedeno.
Cedeno was one of the most talented young Astros in years, but he was also a few years removed from an involuntary manslaughter charge which didn't exactly make him a fan favorite with some Astro fans like my dad.
Anyway, I was actually staying at home and my dad was headed to the Astro game with some friends. I was so upset that my dad was going to get to see Cedeno live while I would be taking my 9-year-old ass to bed.
As I lay in my bed fast asleep, my dad — who hated my favorite player, Cedeno — was headed home. Dad was nice enough to wake me up when he got home just to say, "The Astros lost and Cedeno struck out three times and everyone was booing him. Goodnight."