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This the f**k is Willie, pal.
The other day, as Mark was sifting through the dumpster for leftover chicken wings, he was approached by a stranger. “Who the f**k is Willie?!?” barked the stranger. Wisely, Mark feigned deafness and a touch of mental illness (not feigned, perhaps) and began frantically signing back to the gentleman. Apparently our Willie had done something to upset this stranger, but we weren’t about to throw him under the bus.
I’ve had my eye on this kid for quite a while now. Some of our scouts brought him to my attention a few years back, and we enrolled him in our Grill 23 Culinary Academy in Santo Domingo. After a couple of years there it was time to get him some workouts in our summer league where he completely lit up the place. So impressive was his performance that we quickly brought him up to our AAA squad, and we weren’t at all surprised when he immediately tore the cover off the oyster. Still, he wasn’t yet ready for prime time. He couldn’t be - not at this young age.
Willie’s big break came when Justin Morris’s contract expired. Justin wanted to test the free agent waters and ended up with Max’s in Hartford. I wanted to give the kid a shot before signing some big name free agent myself, so I called Willie up to the bigs, just to see if he could handle the pressure. He could. He could handle the broiler, too.
And, in case someone out there is testing the free agent waters, Willie’s still looking for his first kiss. Don’t be shy - he’s a keeper!