I always cheated for Ted Williams. I guess that made him my favorite athlete. In the game we played in my neighborhood with baseball cards and a single set of dice there was no allowance for statistical probabilities. A Reno Bertoia or a Billy Consolo had the same chance of hitting .400 as No. 9 did. Except, of course, in my bedroom. Ted always received a second roll of the dice after an obvious strikeout, sometimes more. He might have had his troubles in the outside world, but never in Apartment 301, 80 Howe Street, New Haven, Connecticut.
Saturday, August 3, 2013 Favorite Athlete