I used to pretend to be Gene Garber when I played little league, figuring that if I couldn’t throw the ball very fast, the least I could do was to be deceptive. Unfortunately, my coaches were less impressed with my deception than they were with my velocity, so I continued to catch a little and play the corners and it all turned out just fine. Gene Garber’s life has turned out fine too:
Garber, who retired from baseball in 1988, is 61. He and his sons Greg, 34, and Mike, 31, own and run 400 acres of farmland.
They have 80,000 chickens and pack about 70,000 eggs a day to sell to a processor for restaurant chains. They grow corn, soybeans, wheat and barley. In recent years, they’ve added emu, selling emu oil for medical and cosmetic purposes. April is planting season for Garber, which means his days start at 4:30 a.m. and can go until 9 p.m. And Garber loves it.
“I’ve been very fortunate in my life,” he said. “I’ve had two jobs. I’ve been a ballplayer, and I’ve been a farmer, and I’ve loved both.”
And for those of you have never heard it before, the article recounts the story of Garber putting an end to Pete Rose’s 44-game hitting streak. It’s a great story. Gives you yet another reason to hate Pete Rose, and believe me, if you don’t already hate Pete Rose, you simply haven’t been paying attention.