As Fregosi suggests, Carew's way of moving looks effortless, almost lackadaisical. "I still go from first to third faster than most guys," Carew says defensively. But he admits, "There are times when you go through the motions in spite of yourself. It's bound to happen. In August, say, when you've been playing every day. But I don't fake hustle like some guys."
In private life Carew obviously is trying to find himself. Ever since his birth on a Panamanian train traveling between Gamboa and Ancon, the journey has been a precarious one. He remains an essentially private, occasionally moody man who is so complex neither his wife nor best friends fully understand him. A black Latin Episcopalian, he is now pondering conversion to Judaism, his wife's religion. All things considered, hitting is the simplest part of Rod Carew's life. And he does that very well indeed.