MY FIRST IMPRESSIONS OF LUIS TIANT was when I was a youngster collecting baseball cards. I thought he was just one of those ballplayers with scraggily facial hair, overweight and an average pitcher. Oh, and he had that funny windup. I just didn't know enough about life at that age to have had a decent perspective.
After having watched
The Lost Son of Havana the other day, I came away with as great a respect as one could have for a big-league pitcher. Tiant has aged quite a bit over the years, but the mustache remains, albeit much more white. I never realized how good a pitcher he was when he first started out in the big leagues. But even more impressive was the way he reinvented himself as a pitcher after suffering a career-threatening injury midway thru his career. The slow motion film of him slinging the ball sidearm and finishing the delivery with a punch is etched in my mind.
The Lost Son of Havana is easily one of the best baseball documentaries I've ever seen.
MY FIRST IMPRESSIONS OF LUIS TIANT was when I was a youngster collecting baseball cards. I thought he was just one of those ballplayers with scraggily facial hair, overweight and an average pitcher. Oh, and he had that funny windup. I just didn't know enough about life at that age to have had a decent perspective.
After having watched The Lost Son of Havana the other day, I came away with as great a respect as one could have for a big-league pitcher. Tiant has aged quite a bit over the years, but the mustache remains, albeit much more white. I never realized how good a pitcher he was when he first started out in the big leagues. But even more impressive was the way he reinvented himself as a pitcher after suffering a career-threatening injury midway thru his career. The slow motion film of him slinging the ball sidearm and finishing the delivery with a punch is etched in my mind. The Lost Son of Havana is easily one of the best baseball documentaries I've ever seen.
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