"Well, this is your son from California."
Wells began to weep. "I didn't know what to do," he says. "My goal was to meet him before I died or he died."
A month later Wells flew out to see his father in West Virginia, where he did railroad work, for Thanksgiving. Dad picked me up at the airport in Cincinnati," he says. "All I remember is falling asleep in the car."
These days he talks to his old man about once a month, which is not nearly as often as he gabs with his dead mother. "Every now and then I find myself picking up the phone to call her," he says. "I wind up looking to the sky and having a conversation that way."
In tight games he has been known to hold pitching conferences with the woman upstairs. "Most people look to heaven and talk to God," says Wells. "I go to Mom. She's the newcomer up there. If help doesn't come, I know she must be pissed."
BALLPLAYER TRAPPED IN FIREMAN'S BODY
As their fellow Yankees tattoo balls from the gossipy shadows of the batting cage at Toronto's SkyDome, veterans Cecil (Big Daddy) Fielder and Tim (Rock) Raines go to the Wells. "The guy's a little weird," says Big Daddy. "Just look at his hair."
"The hair kind of goes straight up," says Rock. "What there is of it."