Frank White

Back in the glory days of the late 70s, before the long, plodding, middle years when the Royals were playing like a double-A team against major league professionals, Frank White used to perform ballet moves for us nightly from all corners of his dirt stage around second base.

Every flowing action he took made him appear like he was in slow motion or under water. Did you ever see him rocket about 6 feet straight up to snag a line drive? Probably the most gentlemanly player I ever knew; the outfielder Amos Otis was next. Although Amos told me once he’d break my neck if I was really getting married that weekend (I was; he didn’t).