Whenever I think of head hunters, I think of Don Drysdale. I met him as a kid and he seemed like a nice guy. I recall a story where Gene Oliver hit a home run off him, and while he was admiring the flight of the ball, he said, "Batboy, come and get my bat!" The next time up, Drysdale drilled Oliver, who crumpled to the dirt. "Batboy!" yelled Drysdale. "Come and get Oliver."
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