Joe Strauss of the St. Louis Post-Dispatch has a fantastic and, at turns, hopeful, touching and sad story up today about former Cardinals outfielder Chris Duncan’s battle with a brain tumor.
Strauss — who is the exact opposite of a sentimental writer, for good and for bad — is the perfect guy for this kind of story. There is emotion in it and, coming through his filter, you know it is genuine. Highly recommended.
Human nature is such that we are always tempted to relate things to our own experiences. In this regard, I am reminded that I was on Duncan’s St. Louis radio show last year and had a wonderful time. Someone had told him about how my daughter decided that his brother Shelley was her favorite player, so we spent a long time talking about that. Not everyone likes hearing stories about someone else’s children, but Chris seemed genuinely tickled by it and loved the opportunity to take some good-natured shots at his brother.
Anyway, go read this story. And have some good thoughts for Chris Duncan.
Tim Tebow is, as we speak, working out for some 40 scouts from 20 organizations and an untold number of members of the media. So far he has run and jumped and thrown and, in a moment or two, will take his hacks. First BP swings, then live, full-speed BP off of a couple of former major leaguers.
His 60 yard dash time was supposedly excellent. On the 80-20 scouting scale he’s supposedly in the 50-60 range, according to people tweeting about it who know what they’re talking about. The guy is certainly big and strong and in amazing shape and that’s not nothing.
That’s from MLB’s Twitter, which provides us with some more in-action shots.
Here he is playing right field out there in the distance someplace:
Good luck, kid.
“A” switch pitcher is probably not the most accurate way to put that. It’s more like “The” switch pitcher, as Pat Venditte of the Mariners is the only one extant.
Last night the right-handed hitting Adrian Beltre had to face Venditte, who obviously chose to pitch righty to the Rangers third baseman. Before coming up to the plate, Beltre jokingly donned his helmet backwards and pretended that he’d hit left-handed:
He needn’t have bothered. Beltre doubled to left field off of Venditte, showing that at some point, platoon splits really don’t matter.