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No. 35: Petros Papadakis

August 27, 2025December 15, 2025 fartheroffthewall

This is the latest post for an ongoing media project — SoCal Sports History 101: The Prime Numbers from 00 to 99 that Uniformly, Uniquely and Unapologetically Reveal The Narrative of Our Region’s Athletic Heritage. Pick a number and highlight an athlete — person, place or thing — most obviously connected to it by fame and fortune, someone who isn’t so obvious, and then take a deeper dive into the most interesting story tied to it. It’s a combination of star power, achievement, longevity, notoriety, and, above all, what makes that athlete so Southern California. Quirkiness and notoriety factor in. And it should open itself to more discussion and debate — which is what sports is best at doing.

The most obvious choices for No. 35:

= Sidney Wicks, UCLA basketball
= Bob Welch, Los Angeles Dodgers
= Cody Bellinger, Los Angeles Dodgers
= Jean-Sebastien Giguere, Anaheim Mighty Ducks
= Christian Okoye, Azusa Pacific College football

The not-so-obvious choices for No. 35:

= Tank Younger, Los Angeles Rams
= Loy Vaught, Los Angeles Clippers
= Rudy LaRusso, Los Angeles Lakers
= Ron Settles, Long Beach State football

The most interesting story for No. 35:
Petros Papadakis, USC football tailback (1996 to 2000)
Southern California map pinpoints:
San Pedro, Palos Verdes, Hollywood, Los Angeles (Coliseum, Sports Arena)

Oct. 15, 1998: On USC’s third play from scrimmage in the first quarter, Trojans junior tailback Petros Papadakis finishes off a 65-yard touchdown run against Cal at the Coliseum (top, and below). Papadakis had 13 carries for 158 yards in his greatest statistical performance of his USC career in a 32-31 Week 6 loss. (Photos by Jon Soohoo/USC)

Any sort of perfunctory profile of Petros Papadakis becomes the proverbial Sisyphean pursuit. Hopefully we don’t have to Greek-splain too much here.

Sisyphus, the first king of Ephyra, found his eternal fate in Hades rolling a huge boulder endlessly up a hill, only to see it come back down at him. Every time he made progress and got on a roll, it reversed on him like a Looney Tunes cartoon. The whole thing seemed so Kafkaesque that French philosopher Albert Camus, writing “The Myth of Sisyphus” in 1942, elevated him to some absurd hero status in Greek mythology.

Something that Papadakis might find relatable.

When Papadakis gets on his own a roll, cutting it up on KLAC-AM (570)’s afternoon sports-talk drive-time “Petros and Money Show,” there is far less sports and much more drive to just being a voice for “la raza.” It’s a focus on a feeling of being in “la ciudad” with Papadakis, as familiar as he is bombastic, just the person in the passenger seat making observational conversation to it real.

He is part of USC football legacy, a linage of Cardinal and Gold athletes whose performance has been documented in Los Angeles’ grand Coliseum. Papadakis’ work ethic formed at his family’s famously iconic San Pedro Taverna, as he went from dishwasher to waiter to spending all his earnings for the night back on his guests to make sure they went home happy.

Maybe Papadakis became an accidental broadcaster, but it’s a career that likely defines him as much if not more than anything else. Once a Trojan workhorse in the USC backfield, he is the sometimes-hoarse former Trojan on the dashboard radio. A Red Bull in a china shop of hot topics. The connoisseurs of SoCal sports who enjoy conquering as much as consuming any kind of history lesson are better for it.

Fox Sports’ Petros Papadakis, left, with USC head football coach Lane Kiffin in 2011.

Back to the profile: Papadakis has provided quips along the way to make his story even more cohesive:

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No. 46: Juan Marichal (with John Roseboro)

August 22, 2025December 15, 2025 fartheroffthewall

The most obvious choices for No. 46:

= Burt Hooten: Los Angeles Dodgers
= Todd Christensen: Los Angeles Raiders

The not-so-obvious choices for No. 46:

= Don Aase: California Angels
= Dan Petry: California Angels

The most interesting story for No. 46:
Juan Marichal, Los Angeles Dodgers pitcher (1975)

Southern California map pinpoints:
Dodger Stadium

Juan Marichal’s matriarchal Hall of Fame plaque in Cooperstown seems to have one dandy of a typo.

After all he accomplished for the San Francisco Giants in a 16-year MLB life, the last line of his career ledger reads: “Los Angeles N.L., 1975”

It’s because that actually happened.

What a kicker to a spiteful spit take.

When The Associated Press posted a story prior to the 1975 season, explaining how the nastiest of the rival Giants had accepted a one-year, $60,000 contract with the intent of actually trying to help the Dodgers win games, the lede read: “Baseball, like politics, apparently makes strange bedfellows.”

The Los Angeles Times’ Jim Murray launched into a column a week later: “There’s a new game in town today. It begins, ‘Juan Marichal, playing for the Dodgers, is like …’ And you supply your own punch line.” Murray’s suggestions: “King Faisal at a bar mitzvah … like Brezhnev at a White House prayer meeting … In the view of most Dodger fans, Juan Marichal belongs in the Nuremberg trials, not in Dodger Blue.”

At the Long Beach Press-Telegram, columnist Bud Tucker lamented: “It wouldn’t matter if the guy could win 25 games. Adolph Hitler is Adolph Hitler and Juan Marichal is Juan Marichal.”

A month earlier, Herald-Examiner columnist Melvin Durslag had written: “If all the Dodger hitters that Marichal has put in the dirt were laid end-to-end, they would stretch from Chavez Ravine to Santo Domingo.”

Marichal’s decades-long existence as L.A.’s Public Enemy No. 1 all goes back to one of the most abhorrent incidents in the Dodgers-Giants historic and on-going rivalry.

A now hard-to-find book published in 1964 about the history of this series by Lee Allen called “The Giants & The Dodgers: The Fabulous Story of Baseball’s Fiercest Feud” a cover illustration shows a Brooklyn Bum going after a Giant with a baseball bat. Marichal flipped that script, and was forever linked with John Roseboro, the Dodgers’ catcher, during a game at Candlestick Park in 1965. There is far more context and social significance to what happened that day.

Somehow, Marichal and Roseboro turned it into a story of forgiveness, friendship and the foundation of what sports can do to heal all wounds.

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No. 37: Tom Seaver

August 20, 2025December 15, 2025 fartheroffthewall

The most obvious choices for No. 37:

= Donnie Moore: California Angels
= Lester Hayes: Los Angeles Raiders
= Ron Artest/Metta World Peace: Los Angeles Lakers

The not-so-obvious choices for No. 37:

= Kermit Johnson, UCLA football
= Bobby Castillo: Los Angeles Dodgers
= Ron Washington: Los Angeles Angels manager
= Tom Seaver: USC baseball

The most interesting story for No. 37:
Tom Seaver: USC baseball pitcher (1965)
Southern California map pinpoints:
Los Angeles (USC), Manhattan Beach, Twentynine Palms

Tom Seaver was a stellar bridge player.

Bridge can be a tricky game. The trick is to gather the least the number of tricks bid by the partnership at the four-person table. The rules seem simple, but mastering the strategy and complexity of it all takes time and practice. Intelligence and patience are rewarded.

During his brief time as a USC student — a pre-denistry major, because he sensed he might need a fallback career — Seaver sometimes could be found with friends hanging out at the 901 Club on Jefferson Blvd., famous for its hamburgers and beer.

And bridge building, when he was there.

In the abridged version of how Seaver went from college baseball to a pro career, there should have been a simple bridge there for him to cross from USC to the Los Angeles Dodgers’ stellar starting rotation of the 1960s.

Instead, there was a toll to pay, and the Dodgers balked.

That’s where Seaver’s poker face came into play. A fantastic 2020 book by acclaimed author and former minor leaguer Pat Jordan revealed how deep a Seaver was. But when it came to his MLB future, Seaver wasn’t bluffing on contract demands. Eventually, both the Dodges and USC lost out.

As the Vietnam War started in 1962, Seaver wasn’t keen on being drafted out of Fresno High, where he just finished his senior baseball season with a 6-5 record but made the Fresno Bee All-City team. Still, he had no pro offers, nor any college interest.

So Seaver enlisted in the U.S. Marine Corps Reserves in 1962 and ’63, with bootcamp at Twentynine Palms. He realized eventually the extra weight and strength he gained in that training allowed him to eventually throw a more effective fastball and slider.

His roadmap to the bigs started with one season at Fresno City College as a freshman, then earning a scholarship to play at USC, the perennial NCAA title team under coach Rod Dedeaux (see SoCal Sports History 101 bio for No. 1).

After Seaver posted an 11-2 mark at Fresno City, the Dodgers were interested. But not more than $2,000 interested. Maybe it was $3,000. That was their reportedly their offer in 1964, the last time MLB teams would have the freedom to sign whomever they wanted before the draft kicked in.

Seaver declined the Dodgers’ gesture and went panning for gold elsewhere.

Dedeaux, who called Seaver the “phee-nom from San Joaquin,” agreed to give him one of his five USC baseball full scholarships — if Seaver first played in Alaska summer ball in ’64. Dedeaux worked out a deal for Seaver to pitch for the Alaska Goldpanners of the Alaska Baseball League, which showcased college talent. The 19-year-old experienced his first Midnight Sun Game in Anchorage — the 10:30 p.m. start on June 21 for the summer solstice that has become part of baseball lore.

In 19 games, starting five, Seaver was 6-2 with a save and 4.70 ERA to go with 70 strike outs in 58 2/3 innings. Later that summer, playing in an National Baseball Congress World Series in Wichita, Kansas, Seaver, now with the Wichita Glassmen, hit a grand slam in a game where he had been called in as a relief pitcher. Seaver would say that was one of his career highlights.

At USC, Dedeaux slotted Seaver as the Trojans’ No. 3 starter – also on the staff was junior Bob Selleck, the 6-foot-6 older brother of eventual USC basketball, baseball and volleyball player and actor Tom Selleck.

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No. 66: Yasiel Puig

August 6, 2025December 15, 2025 fartheroffthewall

The most obvious choices for No. 66:

= Yasiel Puig, Los Angeles Dodgers
= Bruce Matthews, USC football

The not-so-obvious choices for No. 66:

= Andrew Bogut, Los Angeles Lakers
= Myron Pottios, Los Angeles Rams
= Tanner Scott, Los Angeles Dodgers
= Carl Weathers, Long Beach City College football

The most interesting story for No. 66:
Yasiel Puig, Los Angeles Dodgers outfielder (2013 to 2018)
Southern California map pinpoints:
Los Angeles (Dodger Stadium), Rancho Cucamonga

In Yasiel Puig’s 2013 rookie season, a recreation of an iconic illustration in the children’s book, “Charlotte’s Web” made its way onto social media. In the book, Charlotte the spider was trying to raise attention for her barnyard friend, Wilbur the pig, and spins a message into her web that says “SOME PIG.” Barry Goldberg, whose “Barry’s World” online store sold “wacky, surreal and wholly unique gifts,” saw that the illustration on his site was altered. “It looks like somebody took original and altered it to add an extra letter,” the New Jersey businessman told us in an email. “To be honest, I’ve never even hear of Mr. Puig.”

An immigrant’s journey seeking a place in the United States, politically motivated asylum or otherwise, can be harrowing.

Yasiel Puig had his own disturbing version.

It reads as bizarre, in some ways, as the arrival he made with the Los Angeles Dodgers in June of 2013, just one year after he survived to arrive in Southern California.

June of 2012 was said to be the fifth time Puig tried to escape from Cuba, navigate the Caribbean waters, finally set foot in Mexico, pay off coyotes, and head go north. By some reports, he may have attempted and failed this task more than a dozen times previously.

A Santeria priest started this latest trip with a blessing that included a splash of rum and a sprinkle of chicken blood. Puig and two others climbed aboard a tiny speed boat, which eventually went adrift when it ran out of gas. It forced the group to wade ashore through crocodile-infested waters, then become confused as they were held captive by a Mexican-based trafficking ring on an island off the coast of Cancun. There, they awaited a $400,000 payment from a small-time crook in Miami so they could proceed by whatever means next.

Somehow, this journey not only panned out for Puig, but just weeks later, the Los Angeles Dodgers would sign him to a $42-million, seven-year contract. It was based on really nothing more than a batting practice session to assess his talent first hand after seeing him play in the recent past.

Puig’s story became the latest example of what some were calling the MLB endorsement of a human trafficking ring. Did the rewards outweigh the risks? Depends on who you asked.

All and all, Los Angeles had itself the next big “wow” attraction.

The enigmatic 22-year-old elicited comparisons to Bo Jackson by Dodgers manager Don Mattingly. Puig’s aura, smile and personality were likened to Magic Johnson. Scouting director Logan White believed Puig could be the LeBron James of baseball.

Then something got lost in translation.

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No. 82: Greg Hopkins

July 30, 2025August 19, 2025 fartheroffthewall

The most obvious choices for No. 82:
= Mike Sherrard, UCLA football|
= Greg Hopkins, Los Angeles Avengers

The not-so-obvious choices for No. 82:
= Rommie Loudd, UCLA football
= Red Phillips, Los Angeles Rams

The most interesting story for No. 82:
Greg Hopkins, Los Angeles Avengers wide receiver/linebacker (2002 to 2006)
Southern California map pinpoints:
Los Angeles (Staples Center)

Before Robert Downey Jr. had a chance, Greg Hopkins was Hollywood’s Ironman.

And a marvelous one at that.

Versatility was a virtuous trait for anyone involved in the Arena Football League, and, as a offensive and defensive standout with the Los Angeles Avengers, Hopkins was nimble enough to add value to a kid’s meal deal.

A league and team vying for attention in an entertainment-saturated town obsessed with the latest and greatest meant Hopkins could be a marquee action figure in a Southern California area Carl’s Jr. giveaway.

The quote bubble read:

Greg Hopkins — “Hollywood” Grizzled Veteran in his 11^th AFL season is crafty on both sides of the football, comes from the small town of Nineva, Pa. (Population 88) but becomes “Hollywood” during the season … “Movie Star” good looks allow him to do modeling on the side!”

But he still picked No. 82, instead of No. 88. He was that modest.

The Avengers’ Greg Hopkins (82) celebrates with teammate Kevin Ingram (5) after a touchdown against Georgia in a 2005 game at Staples Center. (Photo by Robert Laberge/Getty Images)

It only took one season playing for the Avengers that Hopkins, a mild-mannered graduate of Slippery Rock University from deep in steel-country Pennsylvania, transformed into the 2002 AFL “Ironman of the Year” honor, a super-hero status in the realm of indoor gridiron gladiators.

The 6-foot-2, 205-pound receiver on offense, linebacker on defense, was always looking for angles on an green rug field just 50 yards long (with eight-yard end zones), and not even 30 yards wide, wedged into a hockey rink complete with sideboards, netting and extra-loud speakers. The scoreboard, however, produced numbers closer to a college basketball finish.

During that ’02 All-Arena season, Hopkins caught 102 passes for 1,185 yards (11.6 per catch) and scored 29 touchdowns as an offensive threat. He also had 38.5 tackles and five interceptions, three returned for touchdowns, six pass breakups, a forced fumble and two fumble recoveries.

By the time he finished as an Arena participant in ’06, Hopkins was part of the league’s “20 Greatest Players” list to honor its first 20 years of existence.

He was eventually inducted into the AFL Hall of Fame in 2013.

In his 11 AFL seasons, starting in 1996 with the Albany Firebirds, Hopkins career stats read: 833 receptions for 10,206 receiving yards (only five players in AFL history had gone five digits at that point), 196 touchdown catches, 24 carries for six touchdowns; 312 tackles, 42 pass deflections, 26 interceptions, 10 picks returned for touchdowns (to set an all time league mark), 17 fumble recoveries, 13 forced fumbles and 5.5 quarterback sacks.

And his No. 82 retired by the Avengers in 2007.

Two years later, the franchise quietly folded up operations along with the league, declaring bankruptcy.

The league found its kryptonite: Spreadsheets.

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