You knew a little thing like interleague play wasn't going to interrupt Albert Belle's routine. During batting practice in Cincinnati on Friday night, the White Sox' surly slugger was told by Chicago manager Terry Bevington that Reds owner Marge Schott wanted Belle to pose for a photograph with her and Schottzie 02, her St. Bernard. Uncle Albert rudely declined. "The hell with her," he said.
Another big league tradition is dead, but let's face it: As long as we've got heroes like Albert Belle, there will always be poetry in baseball.
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