Originally Posted by 12 piece bucket
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I think that's just the way it works . . .
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That's the way me and
Bob Feller http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Feller used to skip rocks.
Naah, Bob and I never skipped rocks together.
But . . .
As an avid little-leaguer, I knew a lot about him. I first read his name at age eleven in
The Stars And Stripes, the American newspaper for military personnel (read, my father and
us) stationed overseas. Little known to me, Bob was already retired, and his legend was in full bloom. Curious, I checked out his biography from the library at
The American School On the Rhine and learned that he was an American Indian who threw the fast ball faster than anybody ever.
http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listi...condition=used
Wow . . . what a story! I loved that book and read it a million times. I even carried it with me to school!
Fast forward twenty years . . .
At age 31, I met him personally one evening at a 1977 financial conference in Toronto where he represented one of the sponsors. There, he was at first diplomatic and then amused. But, when I looked him straight in the eye and quoted his stats:
Where was I?
Oh, yes . . .
Bob's left leg came down as his right arm swung back . . . and
then he "let'er go!"
See my Post #150 here:
http://lynnblakegolf.com/forum/showt...t=6241&page=15.
