you!â
âWho did this to you?â the guy asked.
âLeo Durocher,â I told him. âAnd Stanky. And Maglie. They brought me here and tied me up.â
âThat wasnât a very nice thing to do,â he said as he started working on the knots that were binding myhands. âIâm sure Mr. Leo must have mistaken you for somebody else. Heâs a good man at heart. Iâm going to talk to him about this. Yes sirree. He shouldnât be doing this to people. Thatâs just not right.â
âOh, donât talk to him!â I said urgently. âIf you could just let me out of here, Iâd be so grateful. I canât thank you enough.â
âNo problem,â he said. He untied the last knot that was holding my right wrist down. It was such a relief to be able to lift my arm off the chair.
âWho are you?â I asked him. âThe bat boy?â
âNo sir,â he said, laughing a little. âI play ball for the Giants. You probably havenât heard of me. My name is Willie Mays.â
Willie Mays
Wait a minute. What? For a moment, I thought I heard him wrong. Willie Mays? The Willie Mays?
I studied his face more closely as he worked on my other wrist. It was Willie Mays!
The great Willie Maysâvery possibly the best all-around player in the history of the gameâwas on his knees in front of me, untying the ropes that held me to the chair. I couldnât believe it.
I knew all about Willie Mays, of course. What baseball fan didnât know his name? I had just about memorized his whole career. He hit 660 home runs. He was the National League MVP in 1954 and 1965. He also won twelve Gold Glove Awards, in a row . He was a Hall of Famerâa five-tool player, as they call the ones who can do it all. And most people donât know this fact about Willie Maysâhe was the only player in history to hit four home runs in a game and three triples in a game. You could look it up.
Most of the pictures I had seen of Mays showed him when he was older, as an established star or a retired player. I thought of him as an old man. But in 1951,I realized, Willie was in his rookie season. His career was just getting started. He looked so young, more boy than man.
Willieâs forehead was sweating while he worked on freeing me from the ropes. Finally, he got the last knot loosened and I was able to stand up. Willie tossed all the rope off to the side. He shook my hand and I didnât want to let it go. I thanked him over and over again.
The door was open, and Durocher and his boys could come back at any minute. The smart thing to do would be to run out of there. But I was still in awe of the fact that I was in the presence of the great Willie Mays, before he was great. It was tempting to ask him for an autograph, but I didnât have a pencil or paper on me.
âIs the game over?â I asked him. âDid the Giants win the pennant?â
âThe game didnât start yet,â Willie told me. âI just came in here to think for a few minutes.â
âThink?â I asked him. âThink about what?â
Willie sighed and sat on the chair I had been tied to.
âStuff,â he said. âThe game. The pitcher. What Iâm gonna do. I just needed to be by myself for a while. To clear my head, yâknow? I come in here sometimes. Usually nobodyâs around.â
Willie looked nervous and afraid. I actually thought he might break down in tears. I didnât know if I should leave him there.
âAre you gonna be okay?â I asked him.
âThis is the biggest game of my life,â he said, in a whisper. âSomebodyâs gonna win the pennant today. Somebodyâs gonna lose. And somebodyâs gonna get the blame. I just donât want to mess up in front of all those people. Itâs gonna be on TV coast-to-coast, yâknow.â
âYouâre going to be great,â I told him, which was an