I had a childhood friend named Mark who had incredible comic skills. With the half-Puerto Rican/half-Jewish pedigree of Juan Epstein and a cadence that made him feel like your best friend when he was ripping you to shreds, he would actually grab a mic and a PA during a party and go improv. There may have been only six people in the room, but the mic helped him work the "crowd" like a pro. We encouraged him to try his hand at being a professional comic, but he said his material was too narrowcast. That he could do twenty minutes on Tim Teufel's batting stance, but nobody in Peoria would get it. Anyhow, he did this amazing imitation of Tony Gwynn talking about hitting, but he would spontaneously work in tangents about physics, philosophy, meteorology, pro wrestling, the Protestant reformation, Montel Williams, etc. but he'd always come back to "that's the way I like to approach the curveball." He'd do it in the form of an interview, but he'd end every extensive nasally far-flung answer to every question with "that's the way I like to approach the curveball." Anyhow, I haven't followed Mark much since I left New York, but he posted this about an hour ago: Really bummed out about Tony Gwynn. Twenty years ago when I was a Marketing Exec at The Sports Authority, I arranged an in-store appearance at a Chula Vista loaction. He ended up coming in the night before to talk to the store manager to go over all the details for the next day (he had the same preparation towards hitting) Then the following day he turned a 2 hour in store appearance into a 4 hour event. He stayed until every customer was able to meet him, signing countless balls, photos, batting gloves etc. I had done hundreds of athlete signings and most showed up late and left early - some not showing up at all (Alan Iverson). He was a class act.