Question for you: if you were a young American guy honeymooning in Italy, and someone asked you to stay and play for an Italian baseball team, what would you say?
One of my favorite writers, Charles McNair, said yes back in 1979. He wound up playing third base for the Verona Arsenal.
More than 35 years later, he wrote about it for Coca-Cola Journey. And thanks to yours truly, he wound up with his very own baseball trading card.
I wasn’t surprised to learn that Italians drink Coca-Cola, but I was surprised to learn they drink it without ice.
Mr. McNair explains:
I got my name in the newspaper, to the hilarity of my teammates, who read the story and convulsed over a mistranslation. Instead of Charles McNair, the reporter had somehow used my jersey number – 2, or due – and then misspelled my last name: Due McNain.
I became, then, Due McNain. When my teammates said it, they slapped one another with gloves and laughed until tears rolled down their cheeks.
Is Mr. McNair as handsome today as he looks in his card? Yup– see for yourself.
I didn’t have any photos of the players, just descriptions– in some cases, just a sentence or two. The cards needed to be horizontal. After scratching my head for awhile, I hit on the idea of including a front and back for each card in a single image. I came up with a design that used the colors in the Italian flag.
All I knew about Robbie the center field was that he had “wild blonde curls (that) escaped the edges of his baseball hat comically, like clown hair.” I made up the rest.
(He) lived a dream life – a rich family, fashion magazine good looks, a stunning girlfriend. He’d swoop by some nights in a little Italian coupe and take us for bouncing, hysterical rides around mountain hairpins, Verona twinkling below like a fairy-tale world.
Once every game, shortstop Gianni took a grounder off his shin and collapsed in agony … real or Italian agony, hard to tell. (Remember – these people invented opera.) When Gianni went down, Luciana, his gorgeous goddess girlfriend, floated down from the stands in diaphanous white and swept across the diamond, sunlight streaming through her sheer silks, to collapse over her poor hurt warrior. She cradled Gianni’s wounded head. She cooed and stroked Gianni’s cheek. Once, she even wept for his hurts.
Mr. McNair’s A Third Baseman Of Verona does it all. You can read it here.
About that ending. I’ll set the stage for you:
The Arsenal is out for revenge. They score 13 runs in the first inning. But their rivals chip away. Suddenly it’s the last inning. The Arsenal is clinging to a 13-12 lead. The bad guys load the bases. Three balls, no strikes, tying run on third…
Yogi Berra once famously said: “It ain’t over till it’s over.”
I think he’d be surprised how this one ends. So will you.
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