Word: seavers
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Most high quality players such as Fred Lynn, Joe Morgan, and Tom Seaver have signed multiyear contracts providing between $175,000 to $275,000 in actual annual salary. Given the tremendous revenues available to baseball franchises, these salaries are not unreasonable. Of course, other players of far less proficiency receive in excess of $100,000 per year. These men are cashing in on the owners' paranoia that all their players will desert for greener wallets. The wave they are riding will soon break when management realizes that .250 hitters are a dime a dozen, certainly not worth...
...George Foster, Johnny Bench and Tom Seaver...
...Seaver's introduction sketches Beckett's biography as clearly and completely, if melodramatically, as any around. The melodrama consists in Seaver's role as one of Beckett's first advocates in the publishing world, where Beckett was accustomed to little success in the early 50s. Seaver's struggling literary magazine, Merlin, encumbered itself (in the market) by publishing sections of Beckett's anti-novel, Watt. Recounting the trials and small victories of this and subsequent publishing ventures, Seaver recalls his impressions of this awesomely enigmatic man. After refusing to reply to Seaver's entreaties for a manuscript, Beckett first appears...
Unfortunately, Seaver is given to almost tearful assertions of the author's worth. During their collaboration, in a moment of Beckett's despair for the fate of his efforts, Seaver blurts, "But Mr. Beckett. You're crazy! Don't you realize who you are? Why...you're a thousand times more important than...Albert Camus, for example!" We can chalk this up to youthful enthusiasm, but upon mature consideration Seaver begins his quasihagiographical introduction: "Samuel Beckett is, in my opinion, one of the two or three most important writers of the twentieth century." Isn't there enough of this...
...Seaver can be forgiven these slight excesses, however, since his purpose is to impart an enthusiasm of discovery like his own to the unfamiliar reader, not to confront him with the airy abstractions like "The Cartesian Centaur," "The Metaphysics of Choiceless Awareness," and of course, "Waiting for Beckett," so favored by critics. Seaver shunts critics aside: "The point to remember is that, with or without exegesis, Beckett is great fun." As usual, Beckett says it better: "If people have headaches among the overtones, let them. And provide their own aspirin...