GS: At 13 I left home for military school. I sold my company to my two younger sisters before they had a chance to know what they were buying. They've never liked me since.
SI: What did you get for it?
GS: More than it was worth.
SI: Which breeds did you raise?
GS: Wyandottes, Cochins, leghorns, Plymouth Rocks....
SI: Were the Rocks gray with black bars—sort of pinstriped?
GS: Yes, but that's not why I bought the Yankees, if that's what you're after. No way. Not at all.
SI: We can't vouch for their SAT scores, but leghorns are regarded by people who know their chickens as the smartest breed.
GS: If there is such a thing as a smart chicken, you might be right. Chickens are not very smart. I hate to call them dumb, but they're about as close as you can get.
SI: Infielders and chickens both like to scratch in the dirt. Can you think of anything else ballplayers and barnyard fowl have in common?