Quick Dusty Baker story. The #SFGiants lost a night game because of a misplay in the outfield. Something like two guys colliding and the ball popping out. In the story I filed right as the game ended, I said Player A appeared to be at fault. Postgame, we asked Dusty and ...
... he said, no, Player B was the guilty one. So I wrote that when I went upstairs to do my final-edition/web story. Next day he asks me into his office, shows me the early edition of our paper and asks me in a pissed-off way why I would write Player A when he said it was ...
... Player B. Dusty didn't know we filed two versions, one as the game ends, one after we do our postgame interviews. I explained it to him and showed him the final story, which appeared in the daily clips the PR department gives all the team employees and writers. ...
.... I wrote it just like he said it. He said he understood now. As we're chatting, he takes the packet of clips and tosses them in the wastebasket, and a minute later spits into the basket onto the clips. We actually had a great relationship with Dusty. I didn't take that ...
.... personally. I thought it was funny. We talk every so often now. He's a good dude.
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