Ha ha ha!! GUEST, my day has been made!

Your evaluation (you HAD to have been there) is good but not perfect. There was never anything wrong with my glove, I just got to the point where I couldn't get it in the way of the ball fast enough!

Now of course that wasn't the ONLY problem in my declining baseball years. I simply was the second slowest runner in the league. The slowest was Marc, my shrink, who was 60! Twice I hit rockets to right field .....and was thrown OUT at first! That really DOES hurt.

Now, in the last three years of my career another problem was created. Some total dork claimed that too many cheap home runs were goin' over the right field fence......so they made them into DOUBLES! Jeesus Christ, the five or six 'blooper' guys in the league, didn't get any more homers....but I didn't either, and I hit mine a long ways!

That was about the end........oh....and we bought a house, so Heather wouldn't let me out to play twice a week. I had to stay home and teach banjo.....bummer!

The Jays WIN!!!!

Rick