We will never again see Commander Scott pile his mitt, uniform and personal toiletries at home plate, douse them with lighter fluid, and turn the pile into a toxic inferno of black smoke, chasing the base hit fairies that had been haunting him.
It seems like yesterday that he was pitching Tampa past Boston and into the post-season.
It seems like a lifetime since he was toiling for Torre. Hope he got a good deal. He always gave everything he had, when not burned out.
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