Jeff_Georgia Wrote:
Jan 21, 2013 1:10 PM
I met Stan at his restaurant in STL when I was 9 or 10 (1965 or 6). My dad motioned him over to our table, on the pretext that I had a question. What did I ask the grand man? How to bunt... While I didn't look at my dad at the time, I'm sure he must have blushed with embarrassment. What did The Man do? He didn't blink, but reached into his breast pocked, produced a fountain pen and proceeded to show my how to bunt (I'll bet he didn't bunt twice in his career). However, for the next couple of years I was a hell of a bunter... RIP, Stan "The Man" Musial