I’d never heard of Bobby Madritsch before Peter wrote about him, but I think I really like the guy. Which is saying something, when you get Graham to like a Sports. So refreshing to read about one of the good ones. — Graham
Bobby Madritsch pitched like his life depended on it.
He was a badass. His intensity was such that it frightened his teammates: Ichiro, who is not known for being a chill dude, once had to tell Madritsch to relax.
Here’s the famous story about him, the proof of his intensity: Bobby ditched his independent league team, because he thought the organization and his teammates didn’t take the game seriously enough. Bobby got pulled in the 8th, and out of frustration and determination, he drove from Texas to Pittsburgh to get to a more serious team. With his uniform still on.
Fans and writers valorize that kind of dedication, even if it seems insane. For Bobby, though, it wasn’t crazy. It made all the sense in the world.
That’s because Bobby’s life did depend on pitching, in a sense. . .