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. 51:

= Lauren Betts: UCLA women’s basketball
= Randy Cross: UCLA football
= Chip Banks: USC football
= Alex Vesia: Los Angeles Dodgers
The not-so obvious choices for No. 51:
= Randy Johnson: USC baseball
= Jonathan Broxton: Los Angeles Dodgers
= Terry Forster: Los Angeles Dodgers
= Larry Sherry: Los Angeles Dodgers
The most interesting story for No. 51:
Randy Johnson: USC baseball pitcher (1983 to 1985)
Southern California map pinpoints:
= Downtown L.A. (USC, Dodger Stadium)

Randy Johnson’s 2015 National Baseball Hall of Fame induction came with 97.3 percent of the 549 electorate in agreement, in his first year of eligibility.

It had everything to do with acquiring five Cy Young Awards (including four in a row at the turn of the century), second all-time in strikeouts with 4,875 (behind Nolan Ryan’s 5,714), four ERA titles, 100 complete games, a no-hitter (1990) and a perfect game (2004), 10 All-Star teams, and the fifth left-hander in MLB history to exceed 300 wins. In all caps, the bronze plaque describes his “crackling” fastball and “devastating” slider that provided assistance to six teams over 22 seasons.
The honor has nothing to do with the three years he spent at USC some 40 years earlier, throwing a baseball in the general vicinity of opposing hitter lucky enough to wear a helmet.
“The Big Unit” didn’t have a big-man-on-campus status. He was just in the process of trying to figure how to make his 6-foot-10 collapsible body work as a one unit, to create a body of work.
“The Human Tripod,” a name that could have been pinned on him when he was representing the Daily Trojan newspaper as a photographer, had bigger things to focus on.
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