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The Florida State League had nothing on the groupies in the Major Leagues.
Road trips in the hotel were crazy. Not to mention names but every morning several players had random women leaving their hotel rooms.
And it could be a different woman on Sunday morning than it was on Saturday morning.
In the same city!
Not everyone was like that but we had some that would have made Chris Hammond look like an amateur when it came to womanizing.
While on the road, I was also picking up postcards from each stadium and mailing them back to my sister. She was an eccentric collector of whatever and this gave her a new collection. Candlestick Park down. Riverfront Stadium down.
We lost the finale in Cincinnati 7-6. We had a 6-3 lead in the fourth but couldn't hold it as Kal Daniels hit a walkoff two run single off Roger McDowell to beat us.
We then came home for a series against the Giants.
In the opener, we fell behind 3-0 early but came back to win 6-5.
The next night, we put a crooked number up in the fifth to take a 6-2 lead.
It was 8-3 after seven when I got the call from the bullpen.
I got a couple of strikeouts around a Steve Stanicek single to handle the eighth inning but walked a couple in the ninth before getting Bob Brenly to fly out to right to end the game.
In four games at the MLB level, I had pitched nine innings and allowed just one earned run on nine hits two walks and nine strikeouts.
I was starting to become recognizable to the more hardcore Padre fans. A car dealership made me a nice deal and I was still renting an apartment. A little nicer than the one I had in Miami but nothing too fancy. I wanted to save money and get a nice house in the future.
The Future.
The Future was happening now.
That was just crazy!
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