The dirty end of the stick
Trouble was, George Brett likes the feel of callused skin against unpolished timber, so the T-85s he orders by the cord from the Hillerich & Bradsby Co. in Kentucky are unstained, pure white bolts of mountain ash, legendary Louisville Sluggers. In order to keep his grip without gloves, the Kansas City third baseman takes tar and slathers every bat like a small town honoring a scoundrel. About the middle of the club, maybe a little higher up than the label, Brett cultivates a sticky reserve for when his...
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