Only Pascual is missing. "I won't come to have my picture taken without glue," he had announced.
"No, man, glue! Money! Dinero! With no glue, I stay in my hotel room."
"Pascual loves room service," says Vladimir.
Uncle Mario, Chi Cho's brother, bird-dogs for several major league teams. He claims the boys got their baseball talent from the Gross side of the family. "The Perezes couldn't hit an orange," he insists. Come to think of it, they still can't. They're pitchers, after all. Pascual hit .037 in 1988 with his previous team, the Expos, but batted a torrid .204 last season and raised his career average to. 120.
"Ha, ha, ha!" cackles Chi Cho, who just turned 63. "I bat better than my sons." A trim 5'10", he has lizardlike features and heavy eyelids that make him look as if he is never far from a nap. Last year he pitched on Sundays for an old-timers' team and had a 3-2 record. "He should win more," says Valerio, "but he only pitch three games."
Five decisions in three games?
"One was a tie."
Chi Cho was 9-8 in 1988. "My best start I win one-nothing," he recalls. "I have single, double, two RBI."