Musings about, um... well, the Seattle Mariners as well as a love affair with this game baseball. By Peter J. White
On this subject, do you ever reflect on what kind of player you'd be if you were gifted enough to make the Show? I bet you do. I do it all the time. And I don't mean so much imagining what kind of player you'd be physically or technically but rather how would your demeanor, attitude, quotes to the beat reporters etc. be perceived by the fans?
While I'm certain we all like to envision ourselves as the ultimate team player and all around good guy and fan favorite, I suspect that really wouldn't be the case for many of us and I certainly include myself in this latter grouping.
In the bullpen tonight Jim Pagliaroni was telling us how Ted Williams, when he was still playing, would psyche himself up for a game during batting practice, usually early practice before the fans or reporters got there.
He’d go into the cage, wave his bat at the pitcher and start screaming at the top of his voice, “My name is Ted f**king Williams and I’m the greatest hitter in baseball.”
He’d swing and hit a line drive.
“Jesus H. Christ Himself couldn’t get me out.”
And he’d hit another.
Then he’d say, “Here comes Jim Bunning, Jim F**king Bunning and that little shit slider of his.”
“He doesn’t really think he’s gonna get me out with that shit.”
“I’m Ted f**king Williams.”
Sock! (p. 232)