"Pascual is crazy," says Bibison, "but Carlos is crazy."
Carlos is known to the family as El Astuto (the Smart One), but he prefers his English nickname, Good Times. "He will be the best of us all," says Pascual.
Montreal signed Carlos in 1987, when he was 16, after Pascual tipped off Alou that the Royals were about to bag Carlos and Ruben Dario, who was then 18. Alou went to the Perez home and pleaded with Agripina. After much deliberation, she finally said, "Kansas City can't have both of them, so let Jesus have the baby."
One afternoon last winter, Agripina's baby put on a show while pitching for the Royals' Dominican affiliate. He fussed and fidgeted and faked a throw to third—though there was no runner there—on a grounder back to the box. At another juncture the plate ump tossed Carlos a ball, and he bounced it back to the catcher. Then, mimicking one of Pascual's moves, he "shot" a strikeout victim with an imaginary gun and blew away the smoke. "It's crazy," said Bibison. "Not wild crazy—Carlos don't hit nobody—but crazy. It's Pascual. It's Perez."
Carlos is the only Perez who's a lefty. He asked Bibison why a southpaw's curveballs break in on righthanded batters. "The earth moves to the right," said Bibison, suddenly grasping what it means to be a Perez. "When a lefty throws, it's against the rotation of the world." He paused. "All you Perezes think with your left hand."