Who is Casey Stengel

Charles Dillon "Casey" Stengel (; July 30, 1890 ā€“ September 29, 1975) was an American Major League Baseball right fielder and manager, best known as the manager of the championship New York Yankees of the 1950s and later, the expansion New York Mets. Nicknamed "The Ol' Perfessor", he was elected to the Baseball Hall of Fame in 1966.

Stengel was born in Kansas City, Missouri, in 1890. In 1910, he began a professional baseball career that would span over half a century. After almost three seasons in the minor leagues, Stengel reached the major leagues late in 1912, as an outfielder, for the Brooklyn Dodgers. His six seasons there saw some success, among them playing for Brooklyn's 1916 National League championship team; but he also developed a reputation as a clown. After repeated...
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Kennewickmike: iā€™d like one of these mlb teams to do a city connect uniform with the vertical names like casey stengel has here
Sportsquotes_4u: finding good players is easy. getting them to play as a team is another story. ā€“ casey stengel
Wespothington: casey stengel quote of the day! why? why not? "see that fella over there? he's 20 years old. in 10 years, he's got a chance to be a star. now that fella over there, he's 20 years old, too. in 10 years he's got a chance to be 30."
Gregbellmedia: destination freedom ballad of satchel paige 05/15/49 lux radio theatre- stratton story 02/13/50 bill stern sports newsreel- guest: casey stengel 02/18/49
Senderowiczj: his orioles teams also had reasonable claims to the title of best defensive teams ever. like casey stengel with the yankees, he understood defensive value in a manner decades ahead of his time.
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Spleen I
 by Charles Baudelaire

Pluviôse, irrité contre la ville entière,
De son urne à grands flots verse un froid ténébreux
Aux pâles habitants du voisin cimetière
Et la mortalité sur les faubourgs brumeux.

Mon chat sur le carreau cherchant une litière
Agite sans repos son corps maigre et galeux;
L'âme d'un vieux poète erre dans la gouttière
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