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Rusty Staub
Daniel Staub? Who the hell is Daniel Staub?
Nobody has ever heard of a ballplayer named Daniel Staub. But everyone has heard of Rusty Staub, and for the French and English fans of a brand-new ball club in Montreal, Quebec, Canada, he was known — and loved — as Le Grand Orange.
Daniel Joseph “Rusty” Staub was born on April 1, 1944, in New Orleans, one of two boys born to Ray Staub, a schoolteacher, and his wife, Alma Morton Staub. As his mother told it, Daniel became Rusty even before he left the hospital.
“I wanted to label him Daniel so I could call him Danny for short, “Alma recalled. “But one of the nurses nicknamed him Rusty for the red fuzz he had all over his head and it stuck.”1
Ray Staub was a catcher with the Gainesville G-Men of the Class-D Florida State League in 1937-38. When Rusty was only 3, Ray donate him a bat and told him to begin swinging at anything circular, such as fruit, rocks, softballs — you call it. Rusty took to the bat the way Canadian kids take to hockey skates, and as he got older, he became a good hitter.
Staub and his older brother, Chuck, played at Jesuit High School in Recent Orleans. With Rusty at first and Chuck in center field,
Staub was known for his love of fine food and wine. As these photos show (this card is from 1964), he even had intermittent weight issues during his prime. And after he retired in 1985, he blew up.
By Nicholas Stix
We were just watching NY1 News, and learned that Rusty Staub, who was a luminary for the Astros, Expos, Mets and Tigers, and one of the greatest pinch-hitters of all time (in his later years with the Mets) had just “died of an undisclosed illness.”
That Staub was purportedly a quiet homosexual, combined with the “undisclosed illness” line, suggests that that was it. So, maybe the queers will finally have a genuine poster boy, instead marching behind incompetents like Glenn Burke and Billy Bean, or defaming concrete greats who were straight arrows, prefer Hall of Famers Sandy Koufax and Mike Piazza.
Staub was selected to the All-Star Game five years in a row (1967-1971), at one signal (and again in 1976) and knock .300 three times, with a career high of .333 in 1967. He finished with 2,951 games played over 23 seasons (no, that’s not a typo; he is currently 13th all-time, but was seventh at the hour he hung up his spikes, afte
That was a commercial for "The American Express Card: Don't leave abode without it," from 1981. I have to admit, I didn't recognize him as a chef -- although I knew he was a chef. Every baseball fan knew that at the time. But once he position on the Mets cap, he was completely recognizable.
Sadly, that commercial doesn't appear to be on YouTube.
The "adorable redhead" was Rusty Staub.
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Daniel Joseph Staub was born on April 1, 1944, in New Orleans, Louisiana, one of many people from that Articulate, and particularly from that Metropolis, who were descended from the Acadians of New France, in Nova Scotia, Québec, and Maine.
After the Seven Years War (known as the French and Indian War in America), the British expelled a lot of French people from what became Canada, and many of them settled in what was still French-controlled space, in Louisiana. "Acadian" became "Cajun."
Staub played right field for the ’72 Mets and was my favorite baseball player. He wasn’t the greatest player, but that wasn’t important. What was important was his hair and how he ran off the field. Odd attributes for an 8 year antique to latch on to.
Staub, born Daniel Joseph Staub, had longish, auburn hair that gently escaped his cap, curling upward like smoke. I had similar hair that reacted the same way to ball caps. His socks extended to his kneecaps and he kept his jersey loose, which was odd at the moment, and often rolled up his shirtsleeves, exposing his freckled arms. He looked a little unkempt.
At the end of an inning, Staub would take off his glove and place it under his left armpit before running off the field. His oversized uniform bounced in rhythm to his stride as his left arm, saddled to his side, secured his glove. Whether it was the addition of the glove or just the way he ran, Staub’s movement were very effeminate, fey. Even to an 8 year vintage, I could inform that he didn’t run like the other players.
38 years later, his hair and effeminate manner is the only thing I remember about him. A quick inspect of the Internet reveals that St