Don’t ever let your high school coach tell you that you can’t play. I didn’t:
Here is my story that aired last night on 790 KABC as part of the Lasorda at His Best series presented by Skechers:
I was on the Norristown High School baseball team, but I never got in the game. We only played on Tuesdays and Fridays, and we had two really good pitchers: Buddy Rider, 6’2” right-handed pitcher and Red Henning, another six-footer. They would get to pitch and I never would.
I told the coach, Harvey Fishburn, that one day he and his two pitchers would buy tickets to see me pitch in the Major Leagues.
Ten years later I’m with the Brooklyn Dodgers. We go into Philadelphia to play, and Norristown is only about 15 miles away from Philadelphia. Batting practice was over and I start to run into the dugout when two guys down in the corner holler at me. It was Buddy Rider and Red Henning.
I talked to them for a bit and then headed over to the dugout. Standing right over the top of the dugout was Harvey Fishburn.
“Hey Tommy,” he hollered. “How are you?”
“Hey coach,” I replied. I ran my hand across the front of my jersey and said, “Dodgers!”