a pop fly turned into a line drive… right between my eyes.
In my eyes, Coach Homan never gave the impression that he wanted to be acknowledged for anything other than being Dennis Homan. He was an honest man who wanted to treat everyone else as he would want to be treated. I tried to emulate Coach Homan in youth due to the respect that I saw other people had for him. He taught me about teamwork, giving it your all every time that you competed, and respecting your opponent.
Before my playing career was derailed, however, I played in an organized “little league” game in which one of the rarest plays in baseball occurred – the unassisted triple play. Of course since I was just 11 or 12 years old at the time, as were the other players (some of whom were even younger) it wasn’t the kind of unassisted triple play that one might see, if one was lucky enough to witness one, at the professional level.
And there he was, Blasingame playing second base for the Cards! Next to him on the infield was Stan Musial, playing first base. As a 7-year-old, I didn’t know all the players yet, but I sure recognized Blasingame and Musial.
I hear our coach call my name from the third base coaching box … “Cely,
WHEELS!!” I get off the bench, grab a helmet, and trot out to second base.