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Monday, November 28, 2011

1978 Gay World Series debacle/Too Many Straights By Jerry Pritikin


Jack "Irene"McGowan, Jerry Pritikin, and Commissioner Mark Brown


3 Oil Can Harry's Non-Gay Players


Pitcher Jerry Pritikin


1978 Community Softball League Champs Oil Can Harry's Oiler's


Citation from San Francisco's Mayor George Moscone

On the Associated News wires today Nov.28,2011 there was a story that a settlement was made in a discrimination suit brought on by 3 softball players who were kicked out of the 2008 Gay World Series

news.yahoo.com/banned-players-settle-gay-softball-group-183040349.html

At the time it was news, I decided to write a story about a team I played On in the San Francisco Community Softball League in 1978, that was similar, except our team truly was years ahead of its time. I think you'll enjoy reading GAY SPORTS HISTORY 101. PLEASE TAKE THE TIME TO LEAVE A COMMENT, I WOULD APPRECIATE HEARING YOUR THOUGHTS...
THANKS,
JERRY


The more things change, the more they seem the same... There was an article in todays Seattle Times about 3 Bi Sexual men who are suing the promoters of the 2008 Gay WorldSeries http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2011657770_lawsuit21m.htm
because they were kicked out of Tournament because they were bi-sexual.


Back in 1978, I played on the Championship Oil Can Harry's softball team, that won the right to represent San Francisco and the S.F. Community Softball League( Originally called the Gay Community Softball League) in the 2nd ever Gay World Series in New York. and the first gay organized sports league in the country. The name was changed because many of the gay players worked for Fortune 500 companies, And feared if their employers found OUT, they could be fired. .. OUR TEAM WAS ALSO KICKED OUT FOR HAVING TOO MANY NON-GAYS The following is a story I wrote . I also gave the story to the Associated Press, and it was picked up by Walter Cronkit's CBS Evening News and Paul Harvey's ABC Radio Commentary...
and appeared on the www. including my blog before, ( jerrypritikin.blogspot.com and BeyondChron.com

Gay Sports History 101
by Jerry Pritkin‚ Sep. 12‚ 2007


IN THE BEGINNING... I joined the Round-Up softball team in the San Francisco's (Gay) Community Softball League in 1975. It was the 3rd season of the C.S.L. that was the nation's first gay sports association. Many of our players did not know where right field was, and that included the right fielder! I was a 38 year old rookie and 12" softball virgin...

Manager Jay "Golda" Platt roamed S.F. city leagues "recruiting" new players to bolster our team. We picked up some quality players, as did some of the other teams, and the league became competitive. There were new rivalries as more teams joined. The managers were as colorful as the new uniforms and players came in all shapes and sizes. Some teams added cheerleaders...

The pennant races provided fans and fun that were as entertaining as the players. Going to the winning team's bars after the game became a ritual. I became a pitcher and learned to throw knuckle balls that danced in the bay winds.

When the Round-Up's owner discovered his lover making a "squeeze" play on our shortstop, he dropped sponsoring the team. Platt found us a new sponsor for the '77 season, Oil Can Harry's. OCH was the best gay disco bar in the city. The owners supported us with great cheerleaders, loyal fans and post-game parties.

Sports sections began to show up in gay newspapers. I wrote a few columns for the Sentinel, and they printed some of my images. The Badland's Bar on 18th Street wound-up winning the coveted Championship trophy,but not without controversy.

Like many teams including ours, their roster had many non-gay players. When they failed to appear at a banquet in their honor, several teams quit the C.S.L. and formed a league of their own...The S.F. Gay Softball League.

THAT WAS THE SEASON THAT WAS...

In January 1978, I celebrated my 41st birthday. The C.S.L. received an invitation to send their '78 Champs to the 2nd Gay World Series at New York in September. I gave a pre-season party for our returning teammates, and to welcome new players at my apartment.

Tim Sullivan, a good-looking 21-year old rookie asked me if he could try on my uniform...just to see
what it looked like to be an Oiler. When he came out, the guys gave him a standing ovation. I commented "THE SEASON HAS NOT EVEN STARTED AND HE'S ALREADY IN MY PANTS!"

In February, I was named the sports editor for a new gay paper... The Gazette. Our first edition was to coincide with the Opening of the C.S.L. season. Mayor Moscone wrote a welcoming letter for the Gazette and agreed to throw out the first pitch of the season. As luck would have it, OCH was picked to play against a new team, Dave's Baths, in the season's Opener.

THE ROAD TO THE BIG APPLE....

My teammates were a microcosm of the City of San Francisco. We had several Vietnam Vets, 27 year old Tony Suchon, a 4-year Navy vet who served in the Gulf of Tonkin, and George "Hot-Dog" Hill and his roommate Sammy Barnachia, who won a Silver medal in wrestling at the Pan-Am Games, and Dependable Dan Wexler, my neighbor and best friend.

Also City fireman Rich Loos, Banker Gus "Bazooka" Torres, 37-year-old Doctor Allan Chernoff, Veteran gay pitcher, Rennis Woods, 30-year-old House painter "Skip" Schafer, and infielder Scott Kendrick. The last to be added to the roster was "Big" John Stout, another City fireman and long-ball hitter. Bar
manager Ralph Deming replaced "Golda" as the skipper of the club. I was named the team's player representative...plus our amazing cheerleading squad.

Opening day was spectacular... There were over 2,000 fans at Lang Field for the Opener. Mayor Moscone threw batting practice for the Oilers, using my mitt. The opening ceremonies started with Commissioner Mark Brown (a former Arthur Murray dance instructor) reading the CSL preamble, that
stated both gay and straight players were welcome, as long as they respected each other's lifestyles.

League cofounder, Jack "Irene" McGowan, introduced players from Dave's Baths and the Oilers, always adding "one of our own kind" whenever the player was gay. Then, the 17 other teams marched on the field with their players and banners. After the singing of the Star Spangled Banner, Mayor Moscone threw out the first pitch, and Oil Can Harry's took the field.

THE SEASON STARTED WITH A BANG!

Dave's leadoff hitter smashed a homer, and my earn-run average was higher than a Goodyear Blimp! I walked the next 2 batters and settled down. The Oiler wound-up winning a lopsided victory 16-1. I quoted Dave's H.R. slugger in the Gazettes premiere edition, "that he almost vomited running around the bases!"

I predicted problems in my column if another mostly non-gay team won the Pennant. I also recommended that the GSL merge with the CSL and have a separated division with the best teams playing each other at the end of the season, and the winner represent S.F. in the Gay World Series... it never happened.

There were many bar fund raisers, collecting over $25,000 to send the CSL's pennant winners to New York. The non-gay players brought their wives, kids and friends to watch and enjoyed going to the gay bars after the games.

During the mid-season break, Comm. Mark Brown flew to Toronto to meet with the commissioners of the other 4 cities taking part in the Gay World Series. They voted to put a 20-80% rule in effect, limiting each team to only 20% non-gay players. Brown abstained in the voting.

When he returned to S.F. the league had an emergency meeting, voting that they were going to send the Championship club to N.Y. no matter what the team's "makeup"! By the season's end, OCH wound up as the Wild-card entry in the play-offs.

The first weekend, many of the team favorites were eliminated and OCH came from behind to beat the Ambush team in the last inning, when slugger Tony Suchon was intentionally walked, loading the bases and pitched to me. I tripled to right field, driving in what turned out to be the tying and winning runs. The oilers were to play the Sutters' Mill Golddiggers for the title the following weekend in
the best out of 3-game series.

FOR ALL THE MARBLES...

It was a hot sunny August afternoon, There was a large crowd and most of them, rooting for the Golddiggers. They were one of the original CSL teams and perennial bridesmaid in the standings, and the majority of their players were gay... Our loyal fans were there, too. For the series opener, OCH's Mgr. Deming chose to start Rennis Woods. He was knocked out early, giving up 12-runs in the first few innings. OCH fought back, but lost 22-17.

After the game, I gave the Oilers a "Win one for the Gipper" speech on the grassy knoll behind 3rd base. I said I was hanging up my spikes after the season and I wanted to go out a winner and go to the Big Apple! To do that, we had to win a double-header on Sunday at Carolina Field.

I pitched the first game on Sunday. My knuckle ball was working and we won 11-0. It was decided I would start the 2nd game, and go as far as I could. We shut the "Diggers" out for the first 4 innings, and Sutter's Mill had the tying runs on base when the game ended 7 to 5 in our favor.

After the final out, I was lifted on to the shoulders of my teammates. The celebration started! First we went to the Castro Street Fair, and then we all went to Oil Can's bar and danced together for hours.

We were going to the Big Apple... but not before playing in the annual charity, Peach-Fuzz (gays-Cops) game, the following week. There were 8,000 fans and, again, my knuckle-ball was working. I gave up only 2 singles and retired 9 in a row, and 7 on 7 pitches in 5 innings, and we won 17-0!

It was my 6th post season win without a loss. Mayor Moscone gave the Oilers a Citation to take to N.Y., that praised the team on its diversity...

OUCH...

After we arrived in New York the Oilers were kicked out of the Gay World Series, for having too many "non-gays" on their roster. I called the Associated Press and they ran the story. It made Walter Cronkite's CBS Evening News and Paul Harvey's ABC Radio Commentary.

After spending a week as tourists, we returned home to a large crowd of well-wishers that greeted us at the S.F. airport. The following morning, a few players were interviewed on Channel 7's A.M. San Francisco...

A few weeks later S.F. was rocked by the Rev. Jim Jones' mass suicides in Jonestown, Guyana. In late
November, the assassinations of Mayor Moscone and Supervisor Harvey Milk... Like Chuck Dickens stated...It was the best of times, it was the worst of times almost 30 years ago.

WHERE ARE MY TEAMMATES NOW?

Gus "Bazooka" Torres was voted the CSL's '78 MVP. He is an Investment Broker and 4-time Grandfather. Dan Wexler and his wife adopted a couple of Russian kids. He is a Real Estate Broker in the Bay area. Allen "Doc" Chernoff lives in Irving, Texas and recently won $32,000 on "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire.

The 56-year old Tony Suchon lives in Santa Rosa, Ca. and played many more years in the CSL. The 59-year-old "Skip" Schafer is a property manager in Concord, Ca. and has continuously played and managed for 30 years, and spent 8 years on the Board of the S.F.GSL. He was elected to their Hall of Fame.

Last year, "Skip" and I were united when we played on Bubbies Kosher Pickle Team (A legend in its own brine) in the Annual Chicago Metropolitan Sports Association's Senior Cup Tournament. I won the Award for being the oldest active player.

Jay "Golda" Platt, the person who introduced me to gay sports, died of AIDS in 1990.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Gay Sports History 101 By Jerry Pritikin






The more things change, the more they seem the same... There was an article in todays Seattle Times about 3 Bi Sexual men who are suing the promoters of the 2008 Gay WorldSeries http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2011657770_lawsuit21m.htm
because they were kicked out of Tournament because they were bi-sexual.


Back in 1978, I played on the Championship Oil Can Harry's softball team, that won the right to represent San Francisco and the S.F. Community Softball League( Originally called the Gay Community Softball League) in the 2nd ever Gay World Series in New York. and the first gay organized sports league in the country. The name was changed because many of the gay players worked for Fortune 500 companies, And feared if their employers found OUT, they could be fired. .. OUR TEAM WAS ALSO KICKED OUT FOR HAVING TOO MANY NON-GAYS The following is a story I wrote . I also gave the story to the Associated Press, and it was picked up by Walter Cronkit's CBS Evening News and Paul Harvey's ABC Radio Commentary...
and appeared on the www. including my blog before, ( jerrypritikin.blogspot.com and BeyondChron.com

Gay Sports History 101
by Jerry Pritkin‚ Sep. 12‚ 2007


IN THE BEGINNING... I joined the Round-Up softball team in the San Francisco's (Gay) Community Softball League in 1975. It was the 3rd season of the C.S.L. that was the nation's first gay sports association. Many of our players did not know where right field was, and that included the right fielder! I was a 38 year old rookie and 12" softball virgin...

Manager Jay "Golda" Platt roamed S.F. city leagues "recruiting" new players to bolster our team. We picked up some quality players, as did some of the other teams, and the league became competitive. There were new rivalries as more teams joined. The managers were as colorful as the new uniforms and players came in all shapes and sizes. Some teams added cheerleaders...

The pennant races provided fans and fun that were as entertaining as the players. Going to the winning team's bars after the game became a ritual. I became a pitcher and learned to throw knuckle balls that danced in the bay winds.

When the Round-Up's owner discovered his lover making a "squeeze" play on our shortstop, he dropped sponsoring the team. Platt found us a new sponsor for the '77 season, Oil Can Harry's. OCH was the best gay disco bar in the city. The owners supported us with great cheerleaders, loyal fans and post-game parties.

Sports sections began to show up in gay newspapers. I wrote a few columns for the Sentinel, and they printed some of my images. The Badland's Bar on 18th Street wound-up winning the coveted Championship trophy,but not without controversy.

Like many teams including ours, their roster had many non-gay players. When they failed to appear at a banquet in their honor, several teams quit the C.S.L. and formed a league of their own...The S.F. Gay Softball League.

THAT WAS THE SEASON THAT WAS...

In January 1978, I celebrated my 41st birthday. The C.S.L. received an invitation to send their '78 Champs to the 2nd Gay World Series at New York in September. I gave a pre-season party for our returning teammates, and to welcome new players at my apartment.

Tim Sullivan, a good-looking 21-year old rookie asked me if he could try on my uniform...just to see
what it looked like to be an Oiler. When he came out, the guys gave him a standing ovation. I commented "THE SEASON HAS NOT EVEN STARTED AND HE'S ALREADY IN MY PANTS!"

In February, I was named the sports editor for a new gay paper... The Gazette. Our first edition was to coincide with the Opening of the C.S.L. season. Mayor Moscone wrote a welcoming letter for the Gazette and agreed to throw out the first pitch of the season. As luck would have it, OCH was picked to play against a new team, Dave's Baths, in the season's Opener.

THE ROAD TO THE BIG APPLE....

My teammates were a microcosm of the City of San Francisco. We had several Vietnam Vets, 27 year old Tony Suchon, a 4-year Navy vet who served in the Gulf of Tonkin, and George "Hot-Dog" Hill and his roommate Sammy Barnachia, who won a Silver medal in wrestling at the Pan-Am Games, and Dependable Dan Wexler, my neighbor and best friend.

Also City fireman Rich Loos, Banker Gus "Bazooka" Torres, 37-year-old Doctor Allan Chernoff, Veteran gay pitcher, Rennis Woods, 30-year-old House painter "Skip" Schafer, and infielder Scott Kendrick. The last to be added to the roster was "Big" John Stout, another City fireman and long-ball hitter. Bar
manager Ralph Deming replaced "Golda" as the skipper of the club. I was named the team's player representative...plus our amazing cheerleading squad.

Opening day was spectacular... There were over 2,000 fans at Lang Field for the Opener. Mayor Moscone threw batting practice for the Oilers, using my mitt. The opening ceremonies started with Commissioner Mark Brown (a former Arthur Murray dance instructor) reading the CSL preamble, that
stated both gay and straight players were welcome, as long as they respected each other's lifestyles.

League cofounder, Jack "Irene" McGowan, introduced players from Dave's Baths and the Oilers, always adding "one of our own kind" whenever the player was gay. Then, the 17 other teams marched on the field with their players and banners. After the singing of the Star Spangled Banner, Mayor Moscone threw out the first pitch, and Oil Can Harry's took the field.

THE SEASON STARTED WITH A BANG!

Dave's leadoff hitter smashed a homer, and my earn-run average was higher than a Goodyear Blimp! I walked the next 2 batters and settled down. The Oiler wound-up winning a lopsided victory 16-1. I quoted Dave's H.R. slugger in the Gazettes premiere edition, "that he almost vomited running around the bases!"

I predicted problems in my column if another mostly non-gay team won the Pennant. I also recommended that the GSL merge with the CSL and have a separated division with the best teams playing each other at the end of the season, and the winner represent S.F. in the Gay World Series... it never happened.

There were many bar fund raisers, collecting over $25,000 to send the CSL's pennant winners to New York. The non-gay players brought their wives, kids and friends to watch and enjoyed going to the gay bars after the games.

During the mid-season break, Comm. Mark Brown flew to Toronto to meet with the commissioners of the other 4 cities taking part in the Gay World Series. They voted to put a 20-80% rule in effect, limiting each team to only 20% non-gay players. Brown abstained in the voting.

When he returned to S.F. the league had an emergency meeting, voting that they were going to send the Championship club to N.Y. no matter what the team's "makeup"! By the season's end, OCH wound up as the Wild-card entry in the play-offs.

The first weekend, many of the team favorites were eliminated and OCH came from behind to beat the Ambush team in the last inning, when slugger Tony Suchon was intentionally walked, loading the bases and pitched to me. I tripled to right field, driving in what turned out to be the tying and winning runs. The oilers were to play the Sutters' Mill Golddiggers for the title the following weekend in
the best out of 3-game series.

FOR ALL THE MARBLES...

It was a hot sunny August afternoon, There was a large crowd and most of them, rooting for the Golddiggers. They were one of the original CSL teams and perennial bridesmaid in the standings, and the majority of their players were gay... Our loyal fans were there, too. For the series opener, OCH's Mgr. Deming chose to start Rennis Woods. He was knocked out early, giving up 12-runs in the first few innings. OCH fought back, but lost 22-17.

After the game, I gave the Oilers a "Win one for the Gipper" speech on the grassy knoll behind 3rd base. I said I was hanging up my spikes after the season and I wanted to go out a winner and go to the Big Apple! To do that, we had to win a double-header on Sunday at Carolina Field.

I pitched the first game on Sunday. My knuckle ball was working and we won 11-0. It was decided I would start the 2nd game, and go as far as I could. We shut the "Diggers" out for the first 4 innings, and Sutter's Mill had the tying runs on base when the game ended 7 to 5 in our favor.

After the final out, I was lifted on to the shoulders of my teammates. The celebration started! First we went to the Castro Street Fair, and then we all went to Oil Can's bar and danced together for hours.

We were going to the Big Apple... but not before playing in the annual charity, Peach-Fuzz (gays-Cops) game, the following week. There were 8,000 fans and, again, my knuckle-ball was working. I gave up only 2 singles and retired 9 in a row, and 7 on 7 pitches in 5 innings, and we won 17-0!

It was my 6th post season win without a loss. Mayor Moscone gave the Oilers a Citation to take to N.Y., that praised the team on its diversity...

OUCH...

After we arrived in New York the Oilers were kicked out of the Gay World Series, for having too many "non-gays" on their roster. I called the Associated Press and they ran the story. It made Walter Cronkite's CBS Evening News and Paul Harvey's ABC Radio Commentary.

After spending a week as tourists, we returned home to a large crowd of well-wishers that greeted us at the S.F. airport. The following morning, a few players were interviewed on Channel 7's A.M. San Francisco...

A few weeks later S.F. was rocked by the Rev. Jim Jones' mass suicides in Jonestown, Guyana. In late
November, the assassinations of Mayor Moscone and Supervisor Harvey Milk... Like Chuck Dickens stated...It was the best of times, it was the worst of times almost 30 years ago.

WHERE ARE MY TEAMMATES NOW?

Gus "Bazooka" Torres was voted the CSL's '78 MVP. He is an Investment Broker and 4-time Grandfather. Dan Wexler and his wife adopted a couple of Russian kids. He is a Real Estate Broker in the Bay area. Allen "Doc" Chernoff lives in Irving, Texas and recently won $32,000 on "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire.

The 56-year old Tony Suchon lives in Santa Rosa, Ca. and played many more years in the CSL. The 59-year-old "Skip" Schafer is a property manager in Concord, Ca. and has continuously played and managed for 30 years, and spent 8 years on the Board of the S.F.GSL. He was elected to their Hall of Fame.

Last year, "Skip" and I were united when we played on Bubbies Kosher Pickle Team (A legend in its own brine) in the Annual Chicago Metropolitan Sports Association's Senior Cup Tournament. I won the Award for being the oldest active player.

Jay "Golda" Platt, the person who introduced me to gay sports, died of AIDS in 1990.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Welcome to WHEN THEN WAS NOW...


Years ago, there were so few places to find gay news. Few communities had gay newspapers, and if you read anything during the 1950s and 60s, chances are, it was about a local gay bar being raided. Seldom, did the wire services carry gay news. This was a time before the www. and instant news was transcribed via United Press International, and the Associated Press. There is a new play on Broadway called "PRIDE" taking place in England in 1958, about 2 guys discovering their introduction into a love that dare not speak its name. It was reviewed in the N.Y. Times, and I could not help thinking about myself at the same period in time, except for me it was taking place in Chicago. I posted my comments that follows...
February 17th, 2010 5:34 am
Gay, Then and Now-"PRIDE"

I lived "Pride" at the same time this play takes place... and at the time I called it Love! I was 21, and for the first time felt the slings and arrows, except, for us it took place in Chicago. I remember, thinking to myself, as we walked along Chicago's lakefront... Why can't we hold each others hand? Who are we hurting? There were so few pockets of friends... but I felt liberated, and thankfully recall my move to San Francisco in 1960, and discovering all the segments of gay life... "When then was Now!" Today, I see openly gay couples hold hands, march in Parades, and want the same rights that non-gays have, and hope that today's gay communities realize how far we have come, to be ourselves... one day at a time.

– jerry pritikin, chicago

This is my blog... and admit, that I do not keep up with it as often as most blogers. At 73... I have a habit of thinking a lot about the my choices that I made, and I have no regrets. This blog, in a way is similar to a short story I read in the late 1950's by Gore Vidal. It was called "Pages of a Abandon Journal". About someone who also made choices, that were unpredictable at the time they were made. I never thought much about the future more than 5 minutes in advance. I was lucky, even when I was unlucky... to be at the right time and place at the same time. I am not a story teller... however I have been blessed with great recall. I guess I was aided with the help of my camera as a companion. I managed to shoot at interesting times, that record where I been, and the changes taking place before my eyes and camera.

This coming June (For Pride Month) and July, I will be having my first gallery showing ever at Roosevelt University's Gage Gallery in Chicago. There will be over 40 photographs of the streets of San Francisco in the 1970's. Many have never been published, or seen since they first appeared in the window of Georgeanna's Bakery at 420 Castro Street... just a few yards away from today's Harvey Milk Plaza. As I get ready for my exhibit... I will start to reuse this blog as a journal... and share it with you. I would appreciate your comments.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

THE CHAMPIONSHIP SEASON:1978

I expect failure, based on my past history... but having fun doing so... most of the time. Years ago, a reporter friend of mine... always finished his story /30/ . Like the copy he sent in to his editor. Now, when I see /30/... I don't think it is an end of a story, but just the beginning of over 30 years of memories... I was learning something new about gay rights, like an eager kindergarten kid, just waiting to be pointed in the right direction.
Harvey Milk made "time" his direction, and he provided a newness of "GAY" Pride. I remember a hot Sunday August Afternoon in the summer of 1978. I was walking home from Lang softball Field, still in my uniform and bumped into Harvey...

My Oil Can Harry's team had lost the first of the best of 3 to the Sutter's Mill "Gold-diggers" for the Championship of the Community Softball League, and the right to represent San Francisco in the 1978 Gay World New York Series. I had just given a "win one for the Gipper" speech from the grassy knoll to my teammates... just behind 3rd base. I even said... "it may be my only chance", because I was in my 40's, and and thought of that age as old.

On Sunday, we had to take both games to win the Championship. I decided to walk home and take a shower, then go to the Castro... and I bumped into Harvey Milk, and I invited him to come out to Sunday's games... because a San Francisco Championship team was going to represent the city in the Big Apple's gay World Series. He said that The Castro Street Fair was on... and he couldn't make it , saying "THE FAIR WAS HIS BABY !" and under my breath... "and the gay softball league was mine."


Link up to both web-sites below for a trip down memory lane...THE CHAMPIONSHIP SEASON-1978

The crowds were always large. The late Jack "Irene" McGowan, would always add "One of OUR OWN KIND" ,when ever a gay player was introduced on the PA. He was the Jack McGraw of our league and by no means a saint. We were arch enemies from the time I was appointed our team's representative... and wrote sports for the latest gay newspaper, The "Gazette". I predicted the OUTcome ...

Link up FOR THE REST OF THE STORY... FROM MAYOR MOSCONE'S FIRST PITCH OF THE SEASON TO WINDING UP NATIONALLY ON THE ASSOCIATED PRESS WIRES, AND WALTER CRONKITE'S CBS EVENING NEWS.

http://www.beyondchron.org/news/index.php?itemid=4903e

http://www.thediamondangle.com/archive/june03/oilcan.html



In the Head of the Statue of Liberty-1978 (c) J Pritikin


(LEFT) Poster from gay softball game
(RIGHT) Citation given to Oil Can Harry's for being so diversified, like the City of S.F. by Mayor Moscone-1978


(LEFT) 3 S.F. GAY HALL of FAME members... Jack Irene McGowan, Myself in the middle and Sitting Down...
Mark Brown Would you believe... we never got along! @25,000 ft on way to N.Y.City.-1978
(RIGHT) The Last Round Up-Photo by: Emory Reiff


(LEFT) With Mayor Moscone, I WAS THE OPENING DAY PITCHER-1978
photo credit: Patt Wexler

(RIGHT) Mayor Moscone, commenting on the first edition of the "Gazette".
On the front page... my photo of him throwing out the first pitch of the 1978
C.S. League at City Hall-1978. and inside his welcoming letter... that I set up.
(c) Jerry Pritikin-1978



(LEFT) Sunday Gay Bleacher Bums - Lang Field-1978 (c) J Pritikin
(RIGHT) Taking my cut and taking it to Right Field-1978 Photo credit Emory Reiff


(LEFT) On my teammates shoulder's-1978 -photo Efrem
(RIGHT) Original CSL fans They celebrated 37 years together,
and feared being outed to their family and workplace at Southern Pacific Railway
1978 CSL Fans (c) J Pritikin
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