What about Buzz Arlett? Hit over .300 and slugged away. Never played in the majors again. Of course he was hung over most of the time and really wasn't very interested in playing in the field.
The wags had a poem for him:
Buzz Arlett weighs half a ton,
He cannot field, he cannot run!
But when he swings his trusty wood,
The pellet leaves the neighborhood.
He was out in the field after a night of celebrating and Walter Boom Boom Beck was having a rough day on the mound. Hit after hit shot into the outfield with Arlett misplaying many of them. Finally Beck could take it no longer. He fired a ball that hit the right field boards and caromed back to Arlett, who surprisingly fielded the ball cleanly and fired a strike into second.
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