{"id":58,"date":"2011-12-24T01:17:00","date_gmt":"2011-12-24T01:17:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ethanlewis.org\/icarus\/2011\/12\/24\/mark-lazarus-1953-2012\/"},"modified":"2019-04-01T09:47:10","modified_gmt":"2019-04-01T13:47:10","slug":"mark-lazarus-1953-2012","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.ethanlewis.org\/icarus\/2011\/12\/24\/mark-lazarus-1953-2012\/","title":{"rendered":"Mark Lazarus 1953-2012"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"clear: both; display: none; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\"><a style=\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; color: #808080;\" href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-hdbl3kbGARI\/T1BS29yc-wI\/AAAAAAAAAFA\/C1IiEOJhHYY\/s1600\/273_mlaz.jpg\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-hdbl3kbGARI\/T1BS29yc-wI\/AAAAAAAAAFA\/C1IiEOJhHYY\/s320\/273_mlaz.jpg\" width=\"234\" height=\"320\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/span><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\"><a style=\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; color: #808080;\" href=\"http:\/\/ethanlewis.org\/Anniversary_Project\/images\/AJL-ARL-1990%27s.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/ethanlewis.org\/Anniversary_Project\/images\/AJL-ARL-1990%27s.jpg\" width=\"200\" height=\"128\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\">Sometimes I lay awake at night thinking about how I became the person I am. \u00a0We are all the sum of \u00a0our experiences, and all of the people we meet in our lives play a role in shaping us. \u00a0Having said that, however, some people stand out above all the rest. First of all, it is undeniable that my parents influenced me heavily, especially for my first 18 years. \u00a0As a young boy they taught me morals, shaped my outlook on the world, and are largely responsible for the goals that I have set in my life.<\/span><\/p>\n<div style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\"><a style=\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; color: #808080;\" href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-IyJdFjXxGyY\/TvtRHPdZ_6I\/AAAAAAAAAE4\/b3sZFR0liDo\/s1600\/379404_10151068833930360_534070359_21921365_226518690_n.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-IyJdFjXxGyY\/TvtRHPdZ_6I\/AAAAAAAAAE4\/b3sZFR0liDo\/s200\/379404_10151068833930360_534070359_21921365_226518690_n.jpg\" width=\"200\" height=\"135\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/span><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\">For the last two decades it is my wife, Courtney, who has played the biggest role in shaping my personality and character. \u00a0I have lived with her since I was 22, and I consider her to be the lodestar of my life. \u00a0Her goodness and generosity of spirit have been an inspiration, and give me a lot to live up to.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\"><a style=\"clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; color: #808080;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.laztechconsultants.com\/images\/273_mlaz.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.laztechconsultants.com\/images\/273_mlaz.jpg\" width=\"146\" height=\"200\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>But to quote Yoda, &#8220;<a style=\"color: #808080;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.imdb.com\/title\/tt0080684\/quotes?qt=qt0358514\">there is another<\/a>&#8220;. My uncle, <a style=\"color: #808080;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.laztechconsultants.com\/history.html\">Mark Lazarus<\/a>, has shaped my life in so many ways that, when I tried to count them all, I was amazed. \u00a0Just a brief sampling of the things that I do because of him will show the impact he has had on me. \u00a0Without Mark, I would not:<\/span><\/p>\n<ul>\n<li><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\">watch sports<\/span><\/li>\n<li><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\">play sports<\/span><\/li>\n<li><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\">research sports history and stats<\/span><\/li>\n<li><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\">play guitar<\/span><\/li>\n<li><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\">love classic rock music<\/span><\/li>\n<li><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\">love Star Trek<\/span><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\">there are more, but that should do for going on with. \u00a0Mark entered my life when I was very young, and even before marrying my Aunt Lisa he was a fixture (they were college sweethearts who got married in 1977, as soon as Lisa graduated school). \u00a0For many years we saw Lisa and Mark nearly every week, even after they moved to\u00a0Philadelphia and Mark began an arduous commute to Manhattan every day.<\/span><\/p>\n<div><span style=\"color: #808080;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0He had season tickets in section <\/span><a style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.ethanlewis.org\/mark-vet.jpg\">525 behind home plate at Veterans Stadium<\/a><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"> from the early 1970&#8217;s until it closed in 2003. \u00a0Mark attended virtually every home game every year, and he made a point of bringing me to several games each season as I got older. \u00a0Mark kept score at a ballgame using his own, highly detailed system (<\/span><a style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\" href=\"https:\/\/fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net\/hphotos-ak-ash2\/29396_10150174778690360_534070359_12330836_3473392_n.jpg\">one that I have tried to teach to others in my turn<\/a><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">). \u00a0But as much as he hated to miss a single play, he never quibbled about getting up to buy me pizza, hot dogs, and sodas, or to take me to the rest room. \u00a0All the while he made a point of teaching me fine points about the game, such as the communication between middle infielders, the positioning of the players, and pitch selection.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<p><BR><\/p>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>\n<div>\n<div><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\">Mark took me to my first game when I was four, in what was literally a formative moment for me. \u00a0Neither my mother nor my father really cared much for sports, but Mark could tell that I did, and encouraged it all the time. \u00a0And since he was my hero, it didn&#8217;t take much encouragement for me to follow along. \u00a0Mark kindly took me to out-of-town parks, including a visit to now-vanished fields such as Baltimore&#8217;s <a style=\"color: #808080;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.baseball-reference.com\/boxes\/BAL\/BAL197909150.shtml\">Memorial Stadium in 1979<\/a>, <a style=\"color: #808080;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.baseball-reference.com\/boxes\/NYA\/NYA198009200.shtml\">Yankee Stadium in 1980<\/a>, Shea Stadium for the <a style=\"color: #808080;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.baseball-reference.com\/boxes\/NYN\/NYN198208151.shtml\">sign day<\/a> double header <a style=\"color: #808080;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.baseball-reference.com\/boxes\/NYN\/NYN198208152.shtml\">in 1982 <\/a>and Tiger Stadium for my 17th birthday in 1987. \u00a0He also took me on overnight trips to Cooperstown during the 1981 strike and to Boston&#8217;s Fenway Park in 1983, shortly before the birth of his son. \u00a0At Boston that weekend, Hall-of-Famer Carl Yastrzemski was having the final good series of his career, <a style=\"color: #808080;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.baseball-reference.com\/boxes\/BOS\/BOS198307090.shtml\">including a 5-RBI game on Saturday<\/a>. \u00a0 As Yaz came to the plate in the fifth, Mark said that if the legend hit a homer, he would name his child &#8220;Yaz Lazarus&#8221;. \u00a0Well, #8 hit one to the deepest part of Fenway, missing a homer off the wall of the triangle, and settling for a double.\u00a0 And that is why my cousin is named Dan.<\/span><\/div>\n<p><BR>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\"><a style=\"clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; color: #808080;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.ethanlewis.org\/mjl-eml-vet.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.ethanlewis.org\/mjl-eml-vet.jpg\" width=\"320\" height=\"193\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>In 2003, Mark invited me to the final two games at Veterans Stadium. \u00a0<a style=\"color: #808080;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.ethanlewis.org\/vet.html\">I have written about this experience elsewhere<\/a>, but it is safe to say that it was one of the most thrilling and emotional weekends (sports-wise) I&#8217;ve ever experienced. \u00a0I am glad that we were able to get some photos to commemorate the experience.\u00a0 In the picture at right, Mark is wearing his uniform from when he did Phillies &#8220;Dream Week&#8221;, and I am wearing my late father&#8217;s Phillies cap.\u00a0 It later got soaked in the rain that fell in buckets that day, and the red color ran all over the P.\u00a0 So that was the last time that cap was worn.\u00a0 But I still have it today.<\/span><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\">On long drives to ballgames, Mark would often have music playing. \u00a0In fact, Mark was the first person I knew with a Sony Walkman (&#8220;Take It Easy&#8221; by the Eagles was the first song I heard on headphones). \u00a0He was a fount of information about progressive rock acts like Yes and Chicago, and of classic rock like Elton John, Billy Joel and most significantly, the Beatles. \u00a0I remember being impressed that both Mark AND Lisa had first pressings of the White Album (with the embossed serial number on the front). \u00a0I borrowed dozens of his old LP&#8217;s and they became the cornerstone of my musical appreciation.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\">As a good child of the late 1960&#8217;s, Mark had tried to learn how to play guitar, and he gladly loaned me his old instrument when I expressed interest in it in 8th grade. \u00a0I played that guitar (with only four strings) for a year before graduating to Lisa&#8217;s much nicer classical guitar (and lessons) and then to my <a style=\"color: #808080;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.ethanlewis.org\/gtr00\">first real guitar<\/a>. \u00a0And music and guitar are the main hobbies and diversions of my life to this day. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\">Mark is one of the smartest people I&#8217;ve ever met, and he often turned his intellect to baseball. \u00a0He joined the <a style=\"color: #808080;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.sabr.org\/\">Society for American Baseball Research<\/a> (SABR), early on, and was published in their journal <i>The National Pastime<\/i>\u00a0, as well as in Bill James&#8217; <i>Baseball Analyst<\/i>\u00a0during the 1980&#8217;s. \u00a0I loved watching Mark do his research (which in that pre-database, pre-computer age, meant reading old issues of <i>The Sporting News <\/i>and combing the <i>Baseball Encyclopedia<\/i>), and he could tell. \u00a0Mark bought me a book called <i>The Illustrated Book of Baseball Folklore <\/i>\u00a0when I was eight. He inscribed it:<\/span><\/div>\n<p><BR><\/p>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\"><i>&#8220;To Ethan: The best nephew in the world&#8211;This is yours to read and enjoy and learn about baseball. \u00a0Love Uncle Mark&#8221;<\/i><\/span><\/div>\n<p><BR>\n<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\">Needless to say, I read the book over and over (including once more this past summer). \u00a0When Mark&#8217;s article about HIS boyhood hero, slugger <a style=\"color: #808080;\" href=\"http:\/\/cdn.bleacherreport.net\/images_root\/slides\/photos\/000\/393\/723\/DickAllen_display_image.jpg?1284439530\">Dick Allen<\/a> was published in a compilation book by SABR, Mark gave me a copy autographed by himself and Allen. \u00a0Mark&#8217;s inscription read:<\/span><\/div>\n<p><BR><\/p>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\"><i>&#8220;Ethan&#8211;To a true baseball historian&#8211; Happy Reading!&#8212;Uncle Mark&#8221;<\/i><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p><BR><\/p>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\">By then my path was set. \u00a0Mark had given me a membership to SABR when I was 15, and I have maintained it for 27 years.\u00a0 My first project was to comb the <i>Baseball Encyclopedia<\/i> for every player born on August 30th (my cousin&#8217;s birthday).\u00a0 I went on to write my senior thesis in college, as well as my <a style=\"color: #808080;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.ethanlewis.org\/pl\/ch1.html\">Master&#8217;s thesis<\/a> on baseball related topics. \u00a0My favorite moment, however, was \u00a0when <a style=\"color: #808080;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.ethanlewis.org\/aljohnson.htm\">SABR published an article of mine in <i>The National Pastime<\/i>\u00a0<\/a>and I was able to return to favor and give Mark a copy of the work that he had most certainly inspired. \u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<p><BR><\/p>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color: #808080;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When I was young, Mark played in basketball and softball leagues after work. \u00a0For reasons not wholly clear to me, the games were played closer to where I lived in Warminster, PA, than they were to his home. \u00a0Anyway, I used to love watching Mark get dressed for his games. \u00a0There was a ritualistic aspect to his preparations that hinted at a &#8220;right way&#8221; to do things, and to respect the game. \u00a0<\/span><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Once, when I was 12, I went to one of Mark&#8217;s softball games. \u00a0His team was short players, and faced a\u00a0forfeit. \u00a0I told Mark that I could play, and he trusted me enough to run it past the coach. \u00a0The coach, umpire and other team were reluctant to agree, but they relented and I played right field. \u00a0I also reached on a walk and a fielder&#8217;s choice. \u00a0After the game, Mark took me to dinner and told me how proud he was when I took the first pitch, stepped out of the box, and got back in for the next pitch. \u00a0He said I &#8220;looked like a real ballplayer&#8221;, which meant the world to me. \u00a0For years I used to imagine telling this story to <i>Baseball Digest<\/i>\u00a0as &#8220;The Game I&#8217;ll Never Forget&#8221;.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\">Mark had played baseball for the Philadelphia College of Textiles &amp; Science (now <a style=\"color: #808080;\" href=\"http:\/\/philadelphiauniversity.edu\/\">Philadelphia University<\/a>), and regaled me of tales of his hippie teammates, running the bases with long flowing locks coming out of their caps. \u00a0Years later, when I helped found the <a style=\"color: #808080;\" href=\"https:\/\/fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net\/hphotos-ak-ash4\/p480x480\/393180_10151065519290360_534070359_21908464_1071937609_n.jpg\">Hampshire College Baseball Collective<\/a>, I took similar pride in my team of hirsute, unconventional-looking men (and women) who respected the game and tried to play it right. \u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<p><BR><\/p>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\">My family is not very big, and Mark has always been a key part of it. <a style=\"color: #808080;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.ethanlewis.org\/eulogy.html\">\u00a0My father was sick for most of my life<\/a>, and Mark definitely bridged the gap between uncle\/older brother and father figure. \u00a0And after my father died, Mark has been the last &#8220;older man&#8221; left in my life. \u00a0 I remember when my father had his lung removed when I was in college, Mark had to be out of town on business. \u00a0Mark called the hospital for an update, telling the Intensive Care nurse that he was asking about his &#8220;brother&#8221;. \u00a0For my whole life my father was estranged from his actual brother, and when he heard about this act of Mark&#8217;s, my father was moved deeply. \u00a0I&#8217;ll never forget this. \u00a0And while Mark is &#8220;only&#8221; a relative by marriage, I can&#8217;t imagine my life without him.\u00a0Even as I have moved into my 40&#8217;s, I still look up to him.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<p><BR><\/p>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\">When I think about how eagerly I soaked up everything Mark had to give, whether it was baseball (real or Strat-o-Matic), music, or what have you, I sometimes get embarrassed. \u00a0It must have felt strange for Mark to see the hero-worship&#8211;I know it would for me. \u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<p><BR><\/p>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\">But he never made me feel odd or uncomfortable. \u00a0I never knew the Mark Lazarus who \u00a0was &#8220;the only white would-be Black Panther&#8221; at a &#8220;Free Bobby Seale&#8221; rally. \u00a0I never knew the 18-year old who made the trip to Chicago to stalk Dick Allen during his 1972 MVP season, while wearing his homemade &#8220;Dick Allen Superstar&#8221; t-shirt. \u00a0And the Mark Lazarus who for two decades was on the cutting edge of performance fabric technology and marketing was only a rumor to me. But the Mark Lazarus I have known, the Mark Lazarus who was the best man at my wedding, who taught me a lot about patience, love and devotion, the person who can send me text messages about the Phillies and Eagles while suffering from a particularly awful cancer will always be a huge part of who I am. \u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<div>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\">Happy birthday, Uncle Mark!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #808080;\"><b><u>UPDATE:<\/u><\/b>\u00a0 On March 28, 2012, Mark Lazarus finally lost his 15-month long battle with cancer.\u00a0 He was the model of courage and optimism during the entire time.\u00a0 When I last saw him 10 days before he died, the disease had almost completely taken hold.\u00a0 But Mark&#8217;s sense of humor was still there, he still wanted to talk about the Iggles and Phillies, and most of all his concern and love for his family was still front and foremost with him.\u00a0 58 years was not nearly enough, but Mark made sure to make the most of his time on Earth. I will never stop missing him.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p>Views: 237<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sometimes I lay awake at night thinking about how I became the person I am. \u00a0We are all the sum of \u00a0our experiences, and all of the people we meet in our lives play a role in shaping us. \u00a0Having said that, however, some people stand out above all the rest. 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