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The Men of October: How the 2017 Tucson Old Timers Embody Baseball's Ideals--and Restore our Spirit

With insincere apologies the 1975 Boston Red Sox
and Doug Hornig's book by almost the same name
Dan Price and John Mathews

Roger Beebe

Tim Boyd

Bob Daliege
Dave Byers

Mike Steele



Dennis Crowley, on his birthday

Phil Gordon

Dan Lundwall

David Byers and Bob Daliege

John Mathews

Dave Byers

Lloyd Barzell

Doc Thompson

Dave Byers and Tim Boyd

John Mathews

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  1. Photos: 1) Third baseman Pigpen Price tags the runner John Mathews, who beats the throw to third. 2) Roger Beebe 3) Tim Boyd 4) The hitter Bob Daliege takes off for first base 5) First baseman Dave Byars holds on to the ball for the out 6) Mike Steele 7) The birthday boy, Dennis Crowley 8) outfielder Phil Gordon prepares to toss the ball back to the infield 9) Dan Lundwall 10) The ball is in the glove of first baseman Dave Byars, just a step ahead of the runner Bob Daliege 11) Big John Mathews gloves an errant throw and steps on the base for the out. 12) Dave Byars takes a break and eyes the action. 13) Pitcher Lloyd Barzell unleashes a pitch as umpire Ron Petersen gets set to call the pitch. 14) Doc Thompson unleashes a fastball. 15) Runner Tim Boyd hustles to first base and beats the throw. 16) John Mathews in shades.

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