I want to remember the life of Paul Lindblad, who ended his eleven year baseball career with the New York Yankees in 1978, where he won his second World Series ring. Paul passed away nine years ago; today would have been his 74th birthday. The first time Paul and I were in the same game together was on July 16, 1966 against the Kansas City Athletics at Municipal Stadium. Paul and I were both rookies and both starting pitchers in that game. I left the game in the bottom of the fifth after Kansas City tied it up, 3-3, and Paul left the game in the top of the sixth when, after walking Ellie Howard, he gave up a Home Run to Tommy Tresh. That game was memorable because Whitey Ford pitched in relief, wound up blowing the save and getting the win. Paul got the win Game 3 of the 1973 World Series against the Mets, something that I recall making me very happy at the time. He spent two-third of his career in an A’s uniform. He was a good guy, and it was sad when he died of Alzheimer’s at such a young age.