Hey everyone, Chris here. Story time. During the heyday of this website, some people got upset with, I guess, the collective group of people who wrote here. As far as I remember nobody said anything to me directly, and I never figured out exactly what the issue was. In any case, some people didn’t like us.

David Dodd, who covered the Padres for the San Diego Reader, wrote a piece summarizing the situation. It was well-written, reading it you could tell that David has a lot of experience writing and is great at it.

We wanted to publish it. Not just because David defended us, but because we felt honored he would share his gift of writing for something we were dealing with. We discussed the issue internally, but came to the conclusion that we wanted Padres Public to be about the Padres, not ourselves. It wasn’t the solution we wanted, but we felt not publishing this piece was the right thing to (not) do.

…Until now. I just finished my powerlifting meet and I’ve been drinking a little, but who really cares at this point? So here it is, completely unedited from the archives of my email account.

Chris Bauer



Who could ever imagine that a professional sports franchise would appreciate their fan base? A bunch of long-time fans who have spent countless sums of money attending games and gracing the concessions at Petco Park (not to mention those who go back to the Qualcomm, and perhaps even the Jack Murphy Stadium days) and then decide to write copious commentary on the internet are suddenly rewarded once the San Diego Padres notice that not only have those particular fans who have opted to blog about the club have also accumulated a fan base. And they are actually smart and intuitive. They have, after all, endured. All Padres fans have endured. Read More…

By: Andrew Crawford

I didn’t get to grow up in San Diego, like many of the tributes start out. I was born there, and we moved to Orlando due to my dad’s job when I was two.  Both branches of the family were there though, and back in the day my mom’s parents bought season tickets in 1970.  My great uncle bought season tickets in 1969, so I guess my grandpa was playing catch up with his older brother.
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Originally published on Thursday, August 12, 1999 in the Toledo Blade.  Re-published with the permission of the author.

by Jeff Cohan


San Diego native Jeff Cohan has some very good reasons for being a fan of the Padres’ Tony Gwynn

In any given season, I go to dozens of baseball games.

But this season, I told friends I would be happy to go to the ballpark just once.  As a transplanted San Diegan, I just wanted to be there in person when Tony Gwynn got his 3,000th major league hit.

No way I was going to miss it.  I vowed years ago that I would travel to the ends of the earth — or even to Montreal, if absolutely necessary — to see my all-time favorite player reach that milestone.

So I bought a plane ticket on short notice and flew to St. Louis last Wednesday.  With two games remaining in a series with the Cardinals, Tony was sitting on 2,995.  Five hits in two games — very doable for the greatest pure hitter of our generation.

But the pressure was on.  Not on Tony.  On me.

After St. Louis, the Padres were going to Montreal, 900 miles away as the plane flies.  And I couldn’t afford the $1,300 plane ticket.

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brandonclineBy Brandon Cline

This past Memorial Day weekend, the Padres hosted the Cubs and brought back the 1984 uniforms in remembrance of that glorious season in which the Padres got to their first World Series.  The Padres went full bore this weekend.  Thursday, Friday, and Saturday they wore 1984 uniforms, changed the colors of the various displays on the scoreboards and ribbons to brown.  Players like Garry Templeton, Goose Gossage, a very young Tony Gwynn, and yes, even Steve Garvey flooded the thoughts and memories of those cognizant enough to remember.

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By Derek Togersontogerson

Whenever the Super Bowl comes around, I get excited.  But, it’s not because we’re about to watch the biggest American football game of the year.

It’s because the Super Bowl means baseball season is almost here.

The four words that give me goose bumps are not, “TOUCHDOWN, San Diego Chargers!”  They’re, “Pitchers and catchers report.”

The Padres report to Peoria and the world seems to be in better balance.  There’s just something romantic about baseball.

A few years back I saw Tony Gywnn in the dugout before a game at Petco Park.  He was alone, just gazing out upon the impossibly green grass and impeccably manicured baselines, and a question came to me.

Little did I know it was a stupid question.

I interrupted Mr. Padre’s reverie by asking, “What do those eyes see?”

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David Simon

I grew up in La Jolla atop Mt Soledad. Jerry lived a few blocks away. We knew where and we always made a point to go by his house on Halloween though we never asked for autographs or anything. It’s widely known that Jerry walked his German Shepherds every single day. His route took him right by my house where he would turn right from one street to another. The intersection was a “T” and my house was at the top of the “T.”

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The year was 1984.

The Padres were in the midst of their first run to respectability and their first World Series.  However, during the 1984 season, fans did not know this yet.  We knew this was a good Padres team, and we also knew the LA Dodgers were the “big boys” in Southern California baseball.

This is the backdrop to my favorite Jerry Coleman story – My favorite story because it is one I was lucky enough to witness personally.

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Eric Sunderland

As a native of San Diego, my entire life is filled with memories of Jerry.

My family is filled with baseball fans, especially the women. My great grandmother loved baseball. She got my grandparents into baseball in Chicago and followed the cubs until  she moved to Del Mar with them in 1973. GG, as we called her, always had the radio on. She would listen to Bob Chandler, Jerry Coleman, Ted Leitner, etc, as they used words to paint pictures of (mostly bad) baseball. Even when we would tell her that the game was on TV, she only wanted to hear it described on the radio. I remember sitting with her when I was four years old in 1983 listening to Jerry call games. After she passed away, we continued to shun the TV in favor of Jerry’s voice to listen to the Padres.

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Phillip Gaughen

Through all the joy and celebrating of two big wins in San Diego with the Chargers victory over the Bengals and the impressive win by San Diego State over Kansas came the heartbreaking news of Jerry Coleman’s death. For me growing up as a Padres fan, hearing Jerry every year coming from Yuma for the start of spring training always meant optimism for what I would hope was a great season to come. He was the voice of my beloved Padres and all was right in Padre Land when Jerry was on the air. As I became involved in covering the Padres for AP Radio and Metro Networks, I got to interact with Jerry on a regular basis at Petco Park as he would sit either next to me or just across the aisle and we would share stories of everything from current Padres to those of the past and even from memories of Jerry’s Yankees days. It’s those times I will remember forever. Jerry’s life speaks for itself: war hero, Padres icon etc but it was the man behind all of those accomplishments that outweighs everything else. He was truly one of the most amazing persons I have ever met and I thank him for all he did for this country and for the Padres and its fans – RIP Jerry, you will be missed. You touched many people’s lives and was admired by even more. As I sit here, remembering Jerry I am thinking of him being greeted in Heaven by his former Yankee teammates and then by former Padres owner Ray Kroc who asks Jerry about the last 30 years of “his team” – The thought of Jerry telling Ray what has happened to the Padres and that the O’Malley family owns them and that the brown was replaced with blue makes me laugh at how Ray would take that news. But the trusting voice of Jerry calms Ray by reassuring him that the Padres are in good hands!