The long, foggy road of baseball scouting:
Here is my the story that aired yesterday afternoon on 790 KABC as part of the Lasorda at His Best series presented by Skechers:
Being a baseball scout is not always easy. There are many obstacles that can stand in the way of you signing a prospect. I scouted for the Dodgers on the East coast for a few years before moving out to California.
I’m in Hazleton, PA looking at a shortstop. I get a call from my birddog, who was a detective for the Allentown Police Department. He told me that I better get down there right away because Randy Gumpert of the Yankees is going to sign the boy.
I jumped in the car, but it was very foggy. Back in those days they didn’t have bright, white lines painted on the streets. There was nothing but fog. So I was praying for someone to pass me so I could follow the tail lights.
I really slowed down, and someone finally passed me, so I followed them.
Left, right, left; I was really on his tail.
All of a sudden he stopped really quick, and I bumped into him.
“Hey buddy,” I said as I got out of the car. “Don’t you give a signal when you are going to stop?”
“Give a signal?” he said. “I’m in my own garage!”
I followed him right into his own garage.