THE GOODEN MACHINE WAS TOUGH, BUT IT DIDN'T HAVE FISHHOOK'S CURVEBALL
Grady Jim Robinson
September 22, 1986
"I hope we don't get the Gooden Machine tonight," said a meek voice from the back seat of the car as I drove my nine-year-old son and two teammates to their baseball game. "Me too!" said another. "It throws too fast and the ball makes me nervous."
"I couldn't see the ball last time," said another. "I just heard it hit the catcher."
When the third kid said, "I think I'll join the band," I had heard enough.
As we stopped at a red light, I turned and practically yelled, "Now listen, guys, you can hit that machine! Just remember, he puts his pants on just like you do.... Oh, never mind."
They were giggling so much I don't think they heard me mumble, "Just be thankful the dang thing can't throw a curveball."