The story of a father, a son, Roberto Clemente, and a bat that *might* belong in the Hall of Fame.

I go over the Schmitt film one more time with Duane. “So after the game, my dad goes down to the clubhouse, asks Roberto for the bat, and he gives Dad the Louisville Slugger he got the hit with.”

“No,” Duane says.

“What do you mean?” I say.

He says, “The Hall of Fame definitely has the wrong bat.”