I said, “Coach, I had a real good freshman baseball season and for the first time in my life I was able to just play one sport, and I think I just want to play baseball.” He took his glasses and put them on the table, took his pen and put it down. He made eye contact, and he said, “What did you say?”
I said, “Uhhhhh, I’m just gonna play baseball?”—like it was a question.
He said, “Larkin this is THE UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN!” and pounded his desk. All the papers that were neatly [arranged] on his desk were flying all over the place. He came up over the desk—almost climbed over the desk—and he pointed at me and said, “No one comes to the University of Michigan and plays stinkin’ baseball!”
I’m like, “OK, Coach.” He told me, “You get out of this office, and you come back tomorrow when you have come to your senses.” So I go back and tell him [again] the next day, and I thought that was the end of it.
Well, maybe three or four times a month [when] we’re out there practicing baseball, this guy in a hoodie comes out and he heckles me from the third-base line. It was Bo.
“LARKIN! Come hit a man who can hit you back instead of that sissy baseball!”
Unbelievable. The few times I got to tell that story up at Michigan, people loved it, but Bo hated it.
Posted: May 07, 2012 at 03:14 PM | 64 comment(s)
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