Before being an insurance agent, he’d been an infielder for the A’s. He had to be forty-something, but he still looked great with the tan and all.
“Before Finley moved the team to Oakland, I quit before that,” he said, “you wouldn’t believe it. Five six years in the league? We still made nothing. I made more my first couple years in insurance than I made my whole career playing ball.”
Marty remembered him telling the story.
She liked him, but he drank way too much.
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