Arriba!
Thanks for reminding us. I lived in Pgh. and saw him play many times. The basket catch and the slingshot arm, and most especially charging around the bases in that left-right wig-wag gallop. A man who often tried to give even more that he had, until one sad sad day, he gave everything. I'd never cried for a ballplayer before, and never since, but that day I had to.
Rest In Peace, Roberto. You are a true American sportsman.
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