That night, at home, I went through a .box marked "1978" and found the notebook in which I had recorded the batting-cage showdown. In my notes I discovered an entry for the day after, an epilogue I had forgotten. Boros had pitched batting practice that day. When it was Otis's turn to hit, the proud Royal stepped briskly into the cage. He squared around and bunted Boros's first pitch down the third-base line. He bunted the next pitch down the first-base line. He swung away at the rest.
The tough guy on the mound said nothing, showed no emotion. Boros didn't gloat.
He just threw.