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Even at 90, Bob Feller remains an ace
by Bill Livingston Thursday November 06, 2008, 6:26 PM
Tony Dejak/Associated PressIn the Indians' farewell game last March in Winter Haven, Fla., Bob Feller delivered a first pitch and acknowledged the fans who have cherished him for over 70 years.![]()
He will go to the next Indians Fantasy Camp and perhaps pitch one time through the lineup against the plumbers and insurance salesmen the way he usually does. He will throw from the pitching rubber, like always. He will not tolerate the presence of a protective screen near him. "I'm not a batting practice pitcher," growled Bob Feller, who is alive and still high kicking at 90.
Sunday at his birthday party at Progressive Field, he blew out the candles on a baseball-shaped birthday cake, as golden autumn light streamed through the windows of the club lounge. Once, it would have been World Series light, but the game sold its soul to television. Feller hates that because night games deprive the next generation of fans of memories.
He should know. He made enough of them in his time.
He is the face of the Indians' franchise, more than Chief Wahoo ever was. Feller was born when (wait for it) Woodrow Wilson was president. He didn't mark time once he was old enough to be running around the family farm in Iowa. He knew he wanted to be a major league pitcher from the start. His high leg kick on the mound was necessary because he intended to cover a lot of ground in the game's history.
He became the youngest pitcher [at 17] to win a game after signing with the Indians for one dollar and an autographed baseball. "I don't know where either one of them is now," he said.
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