When I was growing up in Arizona I played a lot of baseball. While in high school Jim Palmer was rising to legendary stardom at a neighboring school. He had an electric fastball that my brother and I could not catch up to:))) Later in life (before the Washington Nationals debut) I drove up to Baltimore many times to watch him pitch (and drive Earl Weaver around the bend). The Orioles were the only game in town for us ball-players in The Washington, D.C. area.
Check out this unusual story about Jim Palmer