Clint,
Warren and I were roommates on the road for part of the season. Great guy. Very quiet but with a sly sense of humor. Great power the other way. He rarely pulled the ball in the air but hit the crap out of it to left and left-center. I was really happy for him when he made the big leagues. I think I remember reading, when he was with the Rangers, that he had a young daughter at the time who was breaking into TV and some work in movies.
(Btw, my wife wore No. 9 to her Halloween party at work last year. Everyone thought it was cool that she had gone out and had a jersey made with her name on the back, but they wanted to know why she had "Wichita" sewn on the front.)
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