My Family Again - Along With Matty Alou, a Rusty Gate and A Missing Kellogg's Player

This is my fourth straight post with some family involved.  That makes sense since I think only my brothers read this blog.  How do I know that?  They leave nasty comments and correct my grammar.

My baseball coach called me Matty Alou for some reason.  I didn't bat left-handed and I certainly never won a batting title.

Every time I took a swing in the four years that he was my coach he would immediately say "you swing like a rusty gate".  That didn't help my baseball swing since I had no way to know what he was talking about.  I can blame my older brothers for not helping me swing like maybe, a well-oiled gate I guess.  Would that be better?

Maybe the coach should have just told me to swing like Matty Alou.  Besides his batting title he had a .307 career average and had more hits than games played.

There will be more on the Alou family later.  I wonder if Matty blamed older brother Felipe like I can do with my brothers.   I know nephew Moises didn't have a problem blaming someone else when he couldn't catch a foul ball.

Too bad Jesus Alou didn't get a Kellogg's card.  Maybe I can create one in a future post?