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Thursday, August 02, 2001

Do I have anything left?
I shattered the land-speed record getting there in time for Seaver's arrival; he seemed friendly enough when we were introduced, despite the fact I was staring at him with one of those "HOLY CRAP! IT'S TOM SEAVER!" expressions on my face. We made some small talk ... and then it happened.

"Hey, why don't you grab a bat and come outside with us?" Seaver asked me. "You can pretend you're a batter. I want to gauge what it's like to pitch with somebody standing there."
Follow the link to read the whole story by Bill Simmons who just made it to the big time and is writing three columns a week for espn.com's Page 2.

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