Baseball Toaster was unplugged on February 4, 2009.
This is why Josh Wilker is doing some of the best work out there. Lawrence Taylor scared me as a kid, so did MJ, and later, Pedro and the Big Unit.
That asshole Rocker brought out something like fear in me, but more like fear of seeing him succeed.
Lyle Alzado scared me. Tyson scared me. LT would have scared me if I didn't worship him.
Jim Rice scared me as a kid.
Manny Ortez still scares me, but their chainsaw butchery of the Yanks has become predictable. I don't even look away anymore, not since Farnswacker froze Papi with that soft slider a few years ago with runners on.
Wilker's scorpion in a box image is a nice piece of writing.
Outside of baseball, the young Mike Tyson didn't scare me personally, but I can remember actually being nervous for his opponent, which, in many ways is more significant.
I was afraid, in the early 90s, of one of the Yanks' TV announcers saying, of the hitter at the plate, "So-and-so has not hit a home run in some time." In my likely faulty memories, a home run by so-and-so always followed, and usually turned a lead into a deficit, one that was almost never overcome.
4 There was this older kid in my Little League named Charlie Scott that I'd heard about, by legend a real a hard thrower and sometimes scary-wild. People were kinda eager to see me face him in Senior League when I was old enough to play against him, but nature prevented the match-up on my end.
In school there were known bullies and there were kids people just didn't mess with for any reason. I ended up in the second category for being just a little too "quiet". The only guy I came close to fearing was this older kid named Trayon who was straight-up street and was constantly suspended or expelled from schools or locked up for one reason or another. It's not that he acted crazy, he was a manchild; he had that kind of quiet confidence or laughing indifference given what may be a hostile environment or situation. He wasn't at all a big guy like other street cats I'd known of with reputations like his, but he was certifiably dangerous. That he respected me was of considerable wonder to me, until I realized it never occurred to me to treat him any other way than as an equal. When someone gave him a chance, they'd find that he was really bright and I respected him for that among other things.
To this day I remember that when I walk through some really rough areas in this or other cities, the one thing he, she or they want around here is respect and human decency. Not hard to do, and it's free of charge >;)
just made myself hungry for lunch.
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