“I suffer no delusions that Roger Penske will be calling me…”
In the early 1990s, I tried out for the Cleveland Indians. Don’t be impressed—the Indians certainly weren’t.
I wasn’t even invited. There were no scouting reports on me and there were certainly no agents promising me great rewards. Baseball was already littered with slap-hitting middle infielders that were notably quicker, more flexible, and who possessed infinitely better batting, fielding, throwing, and baserunning skills and instincts than
