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No. 37: Tom Seaver

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. 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

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. 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.

(Photo by Justin Edmonds/Getty Images)

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

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. 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 11th 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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No. 53: Don Drysdale

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. 53:
= Don Drysdale, Los Angeles Dodgers
= Keith Erickson, UCLA basketball
= Rod Martin, Los Angeles Raiders

The not-so-obvious choices for No. 53:
= Jim Youngblood, Los Angeles Rams
= Lynn Shackleford, UCLA basketball

The most interesting story for No. 53:
Don Drysdale, Los Angeles Dodgers pitcher (1958 to 1969), California Angels broadcaster (1973 to 1981), Los Angeles Rams broadcaster (1973 to 1976), Los Angeles Dodgers broadcaster (1988 to 1993)

Southern California map pinpoints:
Van Nuys, Bakersfield, Hollywood, Los Angeles (Coliseum, Dodger Stadium), Anaheim


A mural at Dodger Stadium down the first base line for an exclusive section of field-level seats.

The dogma of Don Drysdale presents itself as an expanded truth-or-double-dog-dare discussion of the “Big D” legacy.

No question it covers Southern California culture, as well as pop culture, and the culture of a Hall of Fame athletic and broadcast career.

There are bigger-than-life discoveries about the 6-foot-6 right-handed sidewinder, a San Fernando Valley-grown kid who spent all 14 years of his big-league career with the Dodgers organization and circled back for his final six years on the planet broadcasting their games:

From the 1960 issue of Sport magazine, the self-authored story: “You’ve Got to Be Mean to Pitch”

Truth that’s been told: Don Drysdale led the league in putting the “mean” in what constituted a meaningful pitch.

Dare to discover: The dastardly stat was never kept, but if some SABR-cat researcher was compelled to go back and confirm, we’d suspect there was enough evidence to confirm he threw more brushback/purpose pitches during his 14-year career, all with the Dodgers, the last dozen in Los Angeles, than anyone else in his era.

He did hit 154 opponents, which breaks down into leading the majors for four seasons and the National League a fifth time. That can be interpreted from what Drysdale put out as his stated philosophy: You knock down/hit one of my guys, I knock down/hit two of yours.

The footnote to that: Why waste four pitches on an intentional walk with one pitch to the ribs will do? That line attributed to Drysdale may not take into the fact he did issue 123 IBB in his career.

Further research from Fangraphs on the essence of the “Two For One Special,” aka the “Drysdale Revenge Factor,’ shows of 18 times in his career where he hit two or more batters in a game. But deconstructing relative facts and figures from previous games and what else was happening is far more difficult to document. That mindset, however, leans into learning the art of intimidation by former veteran Brooklyn teammate Sal “The Barber” Maglie. Properly stated, it puts the idea in a batter’s mind that things could go south quick if you decided you owned the half of the 17-inch home plate that Drysdale decided was his for a particular at-bat.

“Batting against him is the same as making a date with the dentist,” Pittsburgh’s Dick Groat once said.

Added San Francisco’s Orlando Cepeda: “The trick against Drysdale is to hit him before he hits you.”

So, they knew the drill.

In a 1979 interview with the New York Times’ Dave Anderson, Drysdale said delivering the inside pitch was a “lost art” 10 years after his retirement.

“I just feel,” he was saying now, his right forefinger swirling the ice in his Scotch, “that when you’re pitching, part of the plate has to be yours. … The pitcher has to find out if the hitter is timid. And if the hitter is timid, he has to remind the hitter he’s timid.”

(Love that imagery).

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No. 93: Ndamukong Suh

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. 93:
= Ndamukong Suh, Los Angeles Rams
= Greg Townsend, Los Angeles Raiders

The most interesting story for No. 93:
Ndamukong Suh, Los Angeles Rams nose tackle (2018)
Southern California map pinpoints:
Inglewood (SoFi Stadium)


For all the unnecessary roughness during a 13-year NFL career — the down-low, scandalized way he treated opposing players — Ndamukong Suh never got sued.

Maybe the league’s witness protection program wasn’t all that great. Or, maybe because, deep down, he was really a super nice guy whose actions off the field spoke louder than his red-flag existence on the gridiron of employment?

In nearly 200 regular season games, including three Super Bowls, another handful of playoff appearances, five times added to a Pro Bowl squad, and a handful of exhibition games where rules still applied, the 6-foot-4, 313-pound Suh leveraged his abilities to earn about $163 million in salary. That included $14 million that the Los Angeles Rams gave him to join their organization in 2018, a strategic move to free up the often double-teamed All Pro defensive end Aaron Donald.

Now subtract more than $400,000 for all the fines and lost pay checks Suh incurred.

“Some may say (his penalty payments were) a bargain to pay in light of what he had earned — all the intimidation that came from his reputation,” USA Today columnist Mike Freeman wrote when Suh, in a rather poignant social media post, announced in July of 2025 he was officially retired from the NFL at age 38.

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