EPISODE 570 B -SEQUEL TO BLUEJAY STORY…PICTURE FROM SPORTS ILLUSTRATED…”SIT DOWN…SIT DOWN”

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On Apr 21, 2022, at 11:01 PM, Scott Bartle <scott@sbartle.com> wrote:

Thanks Alan, that was very good !

Some have said that the team couldn’t have won without our help 😄

EPISODE 670 A —     BLUE JAYS WoN WORLD SERIES 1992 AND 1993 — WE SOLD BLUE J’s 

alan skeoch

april 21, 2022

THE BLUE “J” CA[PER 1993 (PARKDALE ROTARY CLUB)

SCOTT BARTLE sent this picture today (April 21,2022)a.  Impossible to forget those halcyon days of

1992 and 1993 when our Bluejys won back to back Baseball World Series championships.

Back then I was a member of the tiny Parkdale Rotary Club … a club that made up for

its size in spirit a lot of which was generated by Scott Bartle although he would insist

that was not the case.   

“Rotarians, I have a plan whereby we can make a little money and have a good time doing it.”

“You have a plan?”

“We can sell Blue J’s at the stadium…got clearance to do so.:

“What is a Blue J ?”

“Exactly what it says it is…a Blue J, made of foam rubber, about 2 feet long and 2 inches thick…soft as a baby’s bottom.”

“Who would buy them?”

“Fans…we are in the World Series for the second time…some would want a souvenir…others would want something soft

to put their bums on…either way they will sell and we’l get a percentage for community work.”

“When?;’”

“Final game …need everybody out selling.”

“Can Marjorie come as well?”

“Need all the help we can get.”

Recent picture of Scott Bartle with a Paul Harris Rotary award.

PARKDALE ROTARY CLUB — SMALL GROUP WITH BIG INTENTIONS

(NOTE: Scott Bartle, and friends Frank and Bruce,  invented the Blue J concept and then

produced them.  The market was never big enough so the Blue J moment in history 

was short but a lot of fun.)

And so the adventure began.  Our principal, Bob Putnam, had joined the Parkdale Rotary Club as part of his

community outreach.  Then the Board of Education shuffled him off to Western Tech.  And I took

his place with the Rotarians.  This was not easy.  Teaching full time does not leave much time for

community work.  But it was important.  Parkdale was a needy community.  Still is today.  Needed

the Rotarians.  I felt strongly that the community that paid my salary should get something back…same

feeling as the example set by Bob Putnam.  But how to get the time?  

And now expected to sell Blue J’s at our baseball stadium.  Like selling popcorn and peanuts.  Rather

demeaning.  Lessons to prepare, papers to mark…where will I find the time? Time was found. Good time.

So glad we made time for this adventure.

I will never forget the  game.  Nice warm sunny day with thousands of people streaming into

the place.  We…our whole club with wives and others…intercepted the crowd inside.  “Get your Blue J…only $5”

“GET A BLUE J…TO SIT ON”  “GET a Blue J to wave the team on to victory.”  “Better than popcorn.” (and other assorted yells)

Scott had a truckload of the Blue J’s ready.  

I am writing this note on April 21, 2022. Someevents are fuzzy.  but I remember much that day back in 1993 as

if it was yesterday.  “Get your Blue J…now…Before we are sold out.” (a huckster’s lie). 

Two incidents come to mind in particular.

1): “Alan, look over there.  That’s Mike Harris from North Bay.  I’m going over to say

hello…knew his mom and dad well, Hope and Dean were raised near Parkdale before moving to North Bay

…I even had a date with his older brother Sid…back

then Mike was just a little boy but he might remember.”’’

“Well, how did it go?”

“Failed…he would not even look at me.”

Marjorie tried…failed.

“Alan, he would not even look at me.”

“Must have been the Blue J’s you were holding…maybe he did not have five bucks.”

…maybe he thought you wanted his signature on the Blue J?

“He just lost my vote.”

2)  “Alan,” said Scott, “You take the centre aisle that runs from the bleachers right down to home plate.”

“Just me?”

“Marjorie and you.”

So I nabbed the prize aisle.  From the people with no money in the gods to the

the moneybag bunch behind home plate. “Get Your Blue J … Five Bucks”

I sold a bunch but was surprised at the response from some of the front

line fans.  “Get out of the way!” “For God’s sake sit down!” “I paid to see the goddman name…not to see a huckster like you”

“Do you have a permit?””You son of a bitch, I missed that pitch.” “Prick!”  Kind remarks like that…lots of them.  What was I to do?”

The answer was obvious.  Answer given by the fans.  “Sit Down!”  So I sat down on the cement steps

just above the catcher…direct line from the pitcher.  Comfortable on my pile of Blue Js.  Marjorie was selling at the top and

doing well.  I was not needed.  Hoped that Scott did not see me.”

Strange.  I have searched through many pictures of the fans in 1993.  Lots of

pictures of Joe Carter and Pau Molitor but no picture of fans waving a Blue J.

Why is that?  Maybe Blue Jay management expected a cut of our small community

budget.

POST SCRIPT:  I Write this in memory of Tommy MacTaggart, Rotarian, whose memorial will be celebrated in Aliston on May 15.

POST SCRPT:  IF you can find an old 1993 copy of Sports Illustrated you will find us waving and selling our Blue J’s…even

a pic of me sitting down behind home plate.  

POST SCRIPT:  AT one point I was treasurer of our Rotary Club.  That was an eye opener.  Up until

then I thought Rotarians were all well healed business people.  Nor so.  Most were just people of modest means

who wanted to help other people.   Much of the money raised went to help support the Redwood shelter for women

fleeing abusive relationships.

alan skeoch

april 21,2022