Goldfinger

Eric Martin was a fixture in goal for the Dips until he broke his leg in an indoor game early in 1978. As noted in the 1977 media guide, his nickname was "Goldfinger," although he declined to say how he obtained it or what meaning it had. As many athletes do, Martin made the transition to coach after his unfortunate injury.

Photo from nasljerseys.com

 

 

The Diplomats: UN in Shorts

John Schulz of the Washington Star wrote an interesting piece about the 1980 Dips that rates as one of my favorites.

 

Space Limitations

Watching the Nats Steve Lombardozzi this past summer, or rather his name on the back of his jersey, brought back memories of Ane Mihailovich in the summer of 1978. So, how to go from a four syllable name into four letters? By the start of the 1979 season the Dips found the answer.

 

Highlites: Diplomats vs Fury, 1978, RFK Stadium

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xuU2jYRrnB4&list=PLEFA3EC2B1BEDCE43&index=12

The Man Who Bill Replaced

This summer Bill shared his story about becoming the Dips Man in the Stands. He replaced "Big Mike" Ayers, who is pictured.

Politics Lears It's Ugly Head

As we enter the homestretch of the 2012 election season one issue concerning many is immigration. The 1977 Diplomats suffered with this plight in the form of bureaucracy from the Feds long before there were any watch lists from DOHS (right click and select "Open link in new window" for easier reading).

The Greatest (Dips Fan's) Story Ever Told

The true magic of the NASL was that it made big time professional sports accessible on a level most other leagues had long since outgrown. I met Gary Darrell at the JC Penny's in Congressional Plaza on Rockville Pike and played penny soccer with Paul Cannell at Bloomingdale's in White Flint Mall. The thought of the Redskins or Bullets sending out players to make personal appearances such as these would have been laughable.

Perhaps the best tale of a young fan and the local heros comes from Bill Judd:
     “I was just a fan, like many, that began to follow the team at RFK when my cousin scored free tickets to the Dips-St. Louis Stars game (1977) from the Advertiser coupon publication he delivered in Silver Spring, MD. My uncle took three of us to the game, and we were all instantly hooked. I also got my first look at Big Mike Ayers, who beat his drum, and got the small crowd to cheer ''Let's Go Dips'', as he paraded around the stadium.

     I wasn't able to go to too many games (being a junior high student, I had to get lucky enough to be included for a game by my uncle, who would go to some games on the weekends). I did continue to follow the team during the seasons, and even went to some of the indoor games at the DC Armory.

     Then it happened. Big Mike Ayers disappeared. I think this was in '79, and the lack of his presence really took something away from the game day experience at RFK. So, I borrowed my cousin's tambourine that had a drum head on it, and beat it from my seat at one of the games. To my amazement, many fans around us joined right in, and I was encouraged to get up and move around (actually, I think some were hoping to get some relief from the drum beats I was pounding close to them).

     After a few games of this, I was approached by Steve Markowitz, a marketing staffer with the Dips (I loved that round soccer ball business card he gave me when he introduced himself), who asked to meet me and discuss joining the team as a cheerleader. I was floored. I told him I'd call, and I then ran right to my uncle Milton Rowland with this news, and he told me, ''You made it''. A few days later, my uncle drove me to the Dips offices at the stadium, and we met with Steve, and Diana Mergen of the Dips, and I was offered a position with the team for game day. I never drew pay, but I was given free tickets to games, and was also given a Dips shirt with a white collar. My uncle took me shopping for a Remo RotoTom drum with the best drum head - just like Big Mike had used (the Dips reimbursed my uncle for the drum).

     I enjoyed beating that drum, and made many friends during the time I led cheers for the team. My best memory was from the Dips-Cosmos game that drew 53,000 to RFK, and I did my best to get the upper and lower decks to cheer for the team.

     I would return twice more to beat that drum for Team America, and finally the second Diplomats (that moved to DC for one season from Detroit (Express). After they folded, that was the end of the NASL in DC.”

Judd was good enough to be recognized twice in the local press, once in The Washington Post. Thanks for sharing your experience, Bill!