Baseball BeatSeptember 25, 2008
All in the Family
By Rich Lederer

Sports columnist Bob Keisser of the Long Beach Press-Telegram called me last week to arrange an interview to discuss the thread between my Dad and Baseball Analysts. We met on Monday afternoon and his article appeared in yesterday's newspaper.

I took a screen shot of the online edition and embedded it below for your reading pleasure. You might say I wanted to make "Lederer following in dad's footsteps" a Keisser Permanente part of this site.


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The baseball blogosphere, including sites such as the Baseball Think Factory and Dodger Thoughts, have been very instrumental in making Baseball Analysts what it is today. My friends Darren Viola (aka Repoz) at BTF and Jon Weisman of DT pointed their readers to yesterday's article by linking to it. Thanks guys! [Update: Hat tip also to Rob McMillin of 6-4-2.]

Bob Keisser's fellow columnist at the Press-Telegram, Doug Krikorian, wrote a column last Sunday in response to reaching a milestone birthday and mentioned my father when "reflecting on those many people who made a lasting impression on me since I came to Southern California in 1966 who are no longer on the scene."

I can't believe how many sportswriters I knew around the vicinity who are now gone, people like Bud Furillo, Allan Malamud, Jim Murray, Bob Hunter, Bud Tucker, Jim Mitchell, Bob Tongue, Frank Finch, Bob McGraw, George Lederer, Dan Hafner, Mal Florence, James Melroy, Bill Miller, Don Merry, Hank Hollingworth, Allen Wolfe, Maxwell Stiles and countless others.

Furillo, along with Melvin Durslag, who just celebrated his 87th birthday and resides in Manhattan Beach, was my journalistic mentor, while Malamud was my closest friend in the business, as we had phone conversations almost every morning till his Sept. 15, 1996 death, which happened to be the same date as the death of my beloved wife Gillian five years later.

I forever will be grateful to Lederer, who solicitously shepherded me around on a one-week, three-city Dodger road trip to New York, Pittsburgh and Houston in August of 1968, making sure a wide-eyed, young sportswriter making his first major trip outside California wasn't overwhelmed by the circumstances, which he nearly was.

Although Dad was "only" 6-foot-1, he wore a size 14 shoe. His footsteps, both literally and figuratively, are too big for me to fill. I never set out to compete with him. Instead, I have only tried to uphold his values and work ethic while living the life that I have chosen. I have enjoyed turning his vocation into my avocation and know that he wouldn't want it any other way.

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Additional comments and retorts at the Baseball Think Factory.


Awesome, Rich. Congratulations.

Thanks, Sully. You and Marc, as well as Bryan, Joe, Jeff, Al, Myron, the guest columnists and contributors, and, of course, our loyal readers have made all of this possible. We've had a nice run to date. I hope the next five years are as enjoyable as the past five.


I never tire of reading about "the early years" and your Dad. I learn something new each time.
A dollar for a hot dog, soda AND a malt. Wow, times have changed. Thanks for the post.

I don't comment here often, but I check the site daily and enjoy the hard work so many of you put into it. Thanks a lot.

Thanks, Big E and David. Thanks for checking the site daily and your comments. We truly appreciate both.

It never gets old hearing about what a great person your father was, does it? I hear much the same about my dad in our old neighborhood, but many of the older folks have passed, and the stories die with them. You are lucky to be able to have the whole world see his impact in print. And thanks for all of the work you do here, as some have said above, we learn something new from every article about your dad. And we learn from you too. Best of luck in the future.

It's always a joy to see a son describe how wonderful his dad was. In Rich's case, I'm sure the praise is justified.