Dude.Someday Mookie stories will be told in hushed tones and children and the uninitiated will find them so outlandish that they will think he is nothing but a myth. A moderately tall tale. A 5'9" Paul Bunyan with a bowling ball in one hand and a rubik's cube in the other.
One night late, in a bar that is both somewhere and somehow nowhere at all, some bent aged old timer sitting in a dark corner nursing a drink will overhear Mookie's feats being dismissed as a legend, not real fact, a story for children, an exaggeration at best. "There never was a Mookie Betts" the young buck at the bar will say. The old timer will pipe up "Oh he was real, I saw him with my own two eyes. Ran like a gazelle. Glove that held onto anything it got close to. Hit dingers almost at will. Seemed like whatever he did he excelled at. Like it just wasn't in him to fail at anything. I saw him play in person at Fenway, back when I was barely tall enough to see over the people sitting in front of me. Yeah, Original Fenway, back before Boston sank under the ocean and they had to build New Fenway out by Worcester. He was real as I am sitting here right now." The old timer will finish his drink with a dramatic gulp, rise, and leave them all behind, in awe of his connection to the most celebrated member of the Pantheon of the basepaths. Once the door quietly closes behind him, the young buck will turn to the bartender and ask who that man was. The bartender will reply "All I know is, his tab is under SOSH, and I have no idea how we're supposed to pronounce that."
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