All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s03e14 Trap Play

Barnaby Jones.

Starring Buddy Epson.

Also starring Lee Merriweather.

With guest stars Nick Nolte, Sheila
Larkin,

Mark Singer, Simon Scott.

Tonight's episode, Trap Play.

The final moments of the game slipping
away.

Quarterback Mark Rainey fades back.

It's a long, arching pass.

Tanner's got it.

Touchdown. Another beautiful play from
the magical combination of

Mark Rainey to Feather Tanner.

Baby, now you tell me, how come is it
every time...

Close -ups, it's always you, all
-American boys, and never one of us

linemen. Later.

That's because linemen don't just work
in the pit. They're so ugly, they should

live in one.

Some kind of marriage.

I work like a dog so you can spend the
paycheck.

You couldn't care less if I had a heart
attack tomorrow.

As long as the life insurance is paid
up.

Ken, that's not true.

Keep on. It'll be true.

Your play, babe.

I'd rather play with her.

Nice.

Anybody using your pad in the next
couple hours?

Come on. I thought you were swearing off
that after the last hassle with your

father -in -law. I have sworn off.

Beginning tomorrow morning.

I don't know. Come on.

After all the things I've done for you,
feather.

Name's Feather Tanner, ma 'am. I've been
sent here to ask why a beautiful lady

like you is sitting all alone.

I don't understand.

Well, see that handsome devil over
there?

That's my friend, Mark Rainey.

He's a little shy, but he's very eager
to meet you.

Mark Rainey, the football player.

I can vouch for him being a gentleman,
so why don't you two have a drink

together on me?

My place is up in the hills.

1298 Clover Drive.

Very quiet.

Very private.

Mark will meet you there.

Hey, wait a minute.

Hey, Pop.

You dig Lyra's poker?

Yeah. Well, I need somebody to take my
hand. My face is an open book.

Right now, I'm a pocketbook.

Well, sure, then.

I'll be right with you.

Ken, would you like to hear... Later.
I'm going to play liar's poker with the

boys. Why don't you have another drink?

Sit right down over here.

All right, all right. Let me have a
little more room.

Come on in.

Hi, boys.

Time to go home.

I'll see you at practice tomorrow, huh?
Okay, hang loose.

Now, why aren't you inside relaxing by
the warm light of Feather's nice

fireplace?

Well, to tell you the truth, I don't
think I should be here at all.

Driving up here gave me time to remember
I'm married.

Well, that's a very serious condition.

But there are ways to ease the pain.

Don't think I'm as liberated as I
thought I was.

Afraid I used you to get even with my
husband.

Don't be angry.

I won't.

If you promise, that's the field bay.

Okay. Yeah.

Look, I've got to go inside and get my
playbook, so why don't you come in and

we'll have a drink as a nightcap, and
then we'll both drive back into town.

You know, before I give you back to your
husband, there's one thing I'd like to

find out.

What's that?

I was right.

They taste as good as they look.

Mark, look, I am flattered.

And I... Mark,

no.

Please, let's stop now.

I want to remember a nice man and a nice
evening.

Okay, fair enough.

Thank you.

Look,

we may never get the chance again.

Bye.

What was the argument about?

Nothing sensible.

I just got loud and nasty like I always
do when I'm drunk.

I don't blame Marsha for walking out on
me.

Well, I don't pretend to be a marriage
expert, but it seems to me a simple

apology could do you a lot more good
than a car full of detectives.

I wish I could apologize.

Marsha still hasn't come home.

It's been two days.

Did you try her friends and relatives?

Nobody's seen or heard from her.

I've even called the police, the
hospitals.

No word.

Maybe she's just trying to teach you a
lesson.

That's what I thought.

But she knew her brother Pete was going
to be in town yesterday on his way to

Japan. She hasn't seen him in years, and
she wouldn't have missed him for

anything.

But she never showed.

I'm worried something's happened to her,
something serious.

I'll tell you what, Mr. Harrison.

I'll poke around and see what I can
find.

And if your wife should come back before
you hear from me, you take my fee and

buy her a great big bunch of American
beauty roses.

Thank you, Mr. Jones. I appreciate it.

Is there anything else you need to know?

No, not at the moment. If there is, I'll
call you.

It could be that Mrs. Harrison is just
exerting her independence even at the

expense of not seeing her brother.

By hiding out?

Doesn't sound like the liberated females
I've been reading about.

If you need me, I'll be at the end of
run.

Hi, Dad. Hi, honey.

Just in time for lunch. Oh, thanks,
Jenny, but I just dropped by for a

go over some business with Mark.

Okay, but if you change your mind, I'll
just be inside.

How's it going, Paul?

Not too bad.

These are the proposals I'm submitting
to the ad agency next week.

Personal appearances, product
endorsements, your own off -season TV

I really appreciate what you're doing
for me and Jennifer.

That's okay, Mark, as long as you
realize that the ad people aren't just

a quarterback.

They're buying a symbol.

Somebody the youth of America can look
up to.

What are you getting at, Paul?

There's a moral clause in those
contracts.

If your personal behavior isn't up to
the highest standards, you could blow

whole deal.

If you're worried about me playing
around, those days are long over with.

I came by to see you Sunday night.

Jen said you were asleep.

I didn't see your car in the garage.

My car?

I lent it to one of my buddies on
Sunday.

He wanted to see how it felt before he
bought one.

Jennifer loves you.

I don't want her hurt, understand?

Are you kidding?

Call me when you've gone over those,
okay?

There you go.

What are you doing these days, Ben?

Just between us old -timers.

My ears are sealed.

Conducting a private investigation.

Gumshoe for the commissioner's office,
huh?

What a waste of a great baseball mind.

A man like you has put into the game
what you have. You should be managing in

the big leagues.

Oh, I don't know. I think it would be
easier to do investigations than to try

teach these new kids who Eddie Basinski
was.

I'm with you.

This lady was in here a couple of nights
ago.

You see her?

Yeah.

Yeah, I remember her.

She and her husband come in a lot.

He's a big sports fan, and she's a real
knockout, huh?

Is she relieved?

Yeah, yeah, but not with her old man.

It looked for a minute like Feather
Tanner was going to try to put a move on

her. He was at her table before she
left, but then she took off alone.

Feather Tanner, the wide receiver for
the Cougars?

Hey, you're a football fan, too, huh?

Way to go, Benji.

Where did I find Feather Tanner?

Well, uh... I'm not supposed to give
that information, but Feather's a great

guy. I know he wouldn't mind helping an
old -timer.

He's got a pad up in the hills right at
the top of Clover Drive.

I appreciate that, Mr... Tennessee.

Jack.

Jackie?

If Eddie Basinski comes in, tell him the
milk's on me.

Gotcha.

It's open.

If you're from the L .A. Dispatch, you
can quote me.

Feather Tanner says we are going all the
way to the Super Bowl this season.

Well, I'm afraid I'll never be able to
report that. You see, the closest I ever

came to being a sports writer was
covering horseshoes for the Greenville

School Clarion.

Horseshoes? You're talking my language.
I'm a country boy myself. Come on in.

Thank you.

Mr., uh... Jones.

Barnaby Jones. I'm a private
investigator.

Oh.

What can I do for you, Mr. Jones? Well,
I was hoping you might have some

information about the lady I'm looking
for, Marcia Harrison.

She was in the end run Sunday night.

A lot of chicks come in and out of that
place.

Jack Hennessey said that you were the
last person seen talking to her before

left. She hasn't been heard from since.

Oh.

Yeah, now that you mention it, I do
remember talking to someone who looks

that, but we just had a couple words
together is all, and then she took off

herself.

By herself.

She was alone when she left.

You figure this chick's maybe got
herself into some sort of trouble?

I certainly hope not.

You sure you don't have any idea where
she may have gone?

I'd like to help, honest.

But that's all I know.

Well, thank you very much.

I hope you score a lot of touchdowns
this year.

You have any trouble getting game
tickets, you let me know.

Thank you, I'll do that.

Just a minute.

It's for you, Mr. Jones.

Hello? Barnaby, Lieutenant Biddle just
called.

A police helicopter spotted a car at the
bottom of Clover Canyon, which is about

a half a mile from where you are.

They said it looks like the car that
Marsha Harrison was driving.

Thank you, Betty. I'll get right over
there.

Thanks. Something wrong?

I don't know yet.

Police may have found Mrs.

Harrison's car at the bottom of a canyon
nearby.

All right, hold it, boys. Put it down
right there.

Marcia Harrison, all right.

You say it might not have been an
accident.

Well, there are no skid marks.

Which means she didn't even try to use
her brakes.

And I remember you telling me about the
fight she had with her husband.

Suicide?

It's a possibility.

All right, boy.

Wonder why she bothered to turn off the
ignition if she drove this over the side

deliberately You're right I Don't know

You got any ideas on this Barnaby not
yet.

I got any I'll let you know

Come on, let's go over to your place and
work on those new plays.

Where were you last night?

I called you half a dozen times.

Jenny and I went up to her dad's for
dinner. Why, what's up?

Didn't you hear the news?

It was on TV last night. It was all over
the papers this morning.

No, what news?

That chick from the end run, Marsha
Harrison, she's dead.

Killed in a car crash.

I didn't see the papers.

I mean, that's too bad, but there's no
reason to go to pieces.

Mark, they found her car not far from my
place.

And the night the police say she was
killed, you were with her. No, I wasn't.

What are you talking about? You went up
there to meet her. No, she never showed

up. I thought she got cold feet, so I
went on home.

She must have gone off the road on her
way up there.

You mean she never got there? Hey, come
on, buddy. Now that's what I'm trying to

tell you.

Look, I know how you feel.

I feel lousy, too.

But it was an accident.

In the absence of evidence to the
contrary, we're ruling in an accident,

Harrison.

It wasn't an accident.

I killed her.

If I hadn't been so hard on her, she'd
still be alive.

No point in blaming yourself, Mr.
Harrison.

Could have happened any place, any time.
Those are things.

And this is the apparel she was wearing.

And those are the other items we found
on her. I had them sent down.

I know it was hard for you, Mr.
Harrison, but do you mind looking

and see if they're all here?

scarf it's missing.

Sure she was wearing it?

Positive.

It was her favorite.

I gave it to her on our first wedding
anniversary.

It was key.

It wasn't attached to the others.

Kind of a unique design. Is this for any
special purpose?

I don't know. I've never seen it before.

I think maybe I have.

What's the matter, old buddy?

You look like you just got traded to
Timbuktu Bobcat.

Mark.

This scarf?

I found it behind the bar.

One of your girlfriends might have left
it up here, huh? No.

I haven't had anybody up here since
training started.

Mark, you sure that Harrison chick
wasn't up here Sunday night?

Now, wait a minute. I told you she never
showed up here.

Yeah, I know what you told me.

But look at this.

Looks like blood.

She was here, wasn't she?

You've been counting me, Mark. That's
got to be it.

Oh, wait a minute, Feather. Hey, look, I
did not know she was going to be some

kind of a nut.

See, first of all, she come on to me and
she was all lies.

And then she come up with this guilty
wife bit. I just didn't even know what

wanted of me, you know?

Well, things are...

They got out of hand, she tripped over
them stairs and fell down and hit her

head. Oh, man, why didn't you tell me?

Because, Feather, I didn't want you to
get mixed up in it.

All I could think about was getting rid
of the body so nobody knew what

happened. Are you crazy? You can't cover
up something like this. I have to.

Listen, if this gets out, they'll
clobber me with a morals clause, I'll

million -dollar deal.

You'll get into worse trouble trying to
lie your way out of this.

That detective who was here, Barnaby
Jones, I think he's already on to

something. And what if him or the cops
start asking more questions?

Then you just tell them you don't know
anything.

You want me to lie to the police?

You're my buddy, aren't you? I'd do the
same for you if your life was on the

line. But she's dead. I know she's dead.
I know that.

All I'm asking is that you cover for me.

I can't lie.

Even at Liar's Poker, I lose my shirt
every time I try to bluff.

I can't do it, Mark.

I'll stick by you. You'll see, it's
going to come out all right. Yeah, sure,

buddy, sure.

Come on, why don't we get dressed? What
do you say?

You know, I found you can always count
on people in the clutch.

One thing's for sure, you can count on
Ginny.

If she's too mad for you, she'll stand
by you no matter what.

Sure, she'll be sore for a while, but
you'll see, she'll get over it.

How you doing?

Well, you're here to see Feather, too,
huh? If he's home.

Well, I spoke to him a couple hours ago.
He said he's gonna be in all day.

I just stopped by to pick up my
playbook.

I'm Mark Rainey.

I'm a Fanny, or I'm Barnaby Jones.

Barnaby Jones.

Say, aren't you that detective Feather
was telling me about?

Did you find that missing girl?

I'm afraid so.

She was killed in a car crash.

That's too bad.

That's too bad.

Well, I guess your job's all done now,
huh?

Not necessarily.

The possibility of her death was not an
accident.

In that case, my job was just beginning.

Yeah.

Yeah.

That's weird.

Feather wouldn't tell me to come by and
then take off without seeing something.

Let's try this.

Oh, my God. Oh, hey, Mr. Jones.

Mr. Jones.

Don't do anything.

Get on that right away.

We'll have to wait for the autopsy
report. But offhand, I'd say death

less than two hours ago.

Apparently he was trying to lift these
weights and they dropped it and fell on

his head.

250 pounds?

That's an awful lot of weight for a wide
receiver to have been lifting.

Wide, narrow, what's the difference?

If an eighth of a ton falls on your
head, it's bad luck and goodbye.

Why feather?

Why did he have to die?

I was hoping you'd help me answer that
question.

What do you mean?

Feather was the last person to be seen
with Marsha Harrison before she left the

end run that Sunday night.

She had his key in her purse.

Well, I guess I'm not giving away any
secrets by telling you that Feather was

quite a ladies' man.

She was probably on her way up here to
meet him.

Well, that's what I thought, too, until
I found out that Marsha left at 8 .15

and Feather hung around playing Lyra's
poker until about 2.

He just probably got caught up in the
game.

Mr. Rainey, when I was a young man, I
used to get caught up in the game of

horseshoes.

My friends and I would pitch horseshoes
for hours until a nice -looking young

lady would come by and throw us a smile.

And then suddenly the game would stop in
midair.

I don't think Feather ever had a date
with Marsha. Wait a minute. You said

yourself she was driving up here with
Feather's key.

That puzzled me for a while, too. And
then I remembered that Feather was a

football player.

Football is a tricky game.

Take you, for instance.

You use every fake, reverse, and decoy
in the book to get the other team to run

after the wrong man.

I don't quite follow your meaning.

Feather could have talked with Marsha.

But she could have left with someone
else.

You were at the end run that night. Have
you any idea who that may have been?

No, I left early.

I'm not much for nightlife.

I got myself a nice wife at home.

What about one of your teammates?

Somebody could have had a key to this
place.

Maynard Bates, he has a key.

He and Feather used to do a lot of
running around together.

No, wait a minute. Meaner wouldn't be
mixed up in a woman's death.

I'll stake my life on that.

You're a true friend.

Nevertheless, I think I ought to have a
talk with Mr. Bates.

What time did you leave the NRO?

Mr. Jones, I'll level with you. We were
all drinking. And with me, one shot's

enough to make me see pink footballs.
Two drinks and I couldn't even tell you

what team I was playing for.

All I know is I crawled into a taxi and
went on home.

By yourself?

I wasn't in shape for company.

Anybody who would verify that you went
straight home?

Mr. Jones, you've got to understand.

I wasn't too anxious to have witnesses.

Now, if the coach got wind I was bombed
the night before practice, I'd be in bad

trouble. Today between 10 and 12, where
were you then?

I went home.

Why are you asking me all these
questions?

Two people are dead.

I'm trying to find out how and why.

You think I had something to do with
this?

Not necessarily, but you and Feather
were friends. You had a key to his

Other guys had keys to Feather's pad.

Who?

I'd rather not say.

Well, I can understand how you feel, but
hiding from the truth is kind of like

turning your back on a tornado.

It still won't stop it from blowing your
way.

Feather gave a key to Mark Rainey a long
time ago, but I'm sure he never used it

since he and Jenny got married.

Anyone else?

Well, I can't be sure.

What's that, Mr. Bates?

Thank you.

What's wrong, officer?

Your driving license?

Whose car is this?

What's mine?

Did you know you're driving without a
rear license plate?

I don't get it. I wonder how that
happened.

Hey, see your registration?

Let's keep it here.

What kind of pills are these?

I don't know. I never saw them before.

I don't know how they got in there.

Stand up, please.

Stand up.

Put your hands against the car.

Feathers did?

Apparently, he had an accident in his
home.

I'm sorry to be the bearer of this kind
of news.

I was hoping to talk to Mr. Rainey.

Mark? Why?

My client's wife was killed several days
ago.

There may be a connection between her
death and Feathers.

What does Mark have to do with it?

I don't know that he has anything to do
with it. I just want to know where he

was and some other people on Sunday
night between 9 and 12.

That's the time the coroner said that
Mrs. Harrison died.

Well, there's no need to bother Mark
about that. He was with me.

Jenny. We had dinner at 9 and...

Then we talked and we watched some
television and we went to bed.

Is that enough for you, Mr. Jones?

Yes, I think that's all I need for now.

Sorry to have bothered you, Ms. Rainey.

Jennifer, I came by Sunday night. You
told me Mark was sleeping. He wasn't

home. Now you lied to me. Now you've
lied to that detective. Dad, please.

Mark's been running around again, hasn't
he?

When are you going to face up to the
truth about him?

What truth do you want me to face,
Daddy?

The truth that your daughter's lucky to
have any man, let alone a Mark Rainey?

Good morning. Hello.

Freddy said you were trying to reach me.

Yeah, I think we found our murderer.

The coroner called with the autopsy
report on Fetter.

Your hunch was right.

The death wound was caused by a blow
from a much smaller object.

You say you know who did it.

Probably the same man that killed Marcia
Harrison.

Maynard Bates.

I'm ready to book you.

You sure you're not making a mistake?

I talked to Bates today.

He didn't sound like a man who was
covering up for a murder.

We have the evidence.

Patrolman stopped Maynard's car. The
rear license plate was missing.

The officer found these pills in the
glove compartment and brought him in. I

spotted the scarf, called Ken Harrison.

He said it belonged to his wife.

What does Bates say?

He still claims he was at home at the
time Mrs. Harrison was killed, but he

can't prove it.

Now, my guess is he took her to
Feather's pad. Things got rough. She

dead.

How did Feather end up dead?

Well, there's still no direct evidence
linking Bates to Feather's murder, but

probably Feather found out what
happened, threatened to expose Bates,

killed him to keep him quiet.

Very neat theory.

Which you don't buy.

Mind if I have a talk with Bates?

Feather was my friend.

How could I kill him?

You're not being charged with killing
Feather. At least not yet.

But you are charged with the murder of
Mrs. Harrison.

I have to admit, things don't look too
good there. They found her scarf in your

car. I don't know how it got there.

All I know is I didn't kill anybody.

Look, maybe I don't have any more brains
than it takes to run into people, but

I'm not a killer.

You know, we've been very lucky.

How so?

This could have been a very tough case.

I mean, we could have been in bad shape
if that license plate hadn't fallen off

of Bates' car.

What's your point?

Well, the point is that if the license
plate hadn't fallen off of Bates' car,

the officer wouldn't have stopped him.
But he did.

And he found no registration in those
pills.

And then he took them down to the
station house where somebody could

scarf that was wrapped around the pills.

Yes, sir. A lot of lucky things have
been happening to us. I wonder if we

deserved them.

Barnaby, if I don't book Bates, I'd be
guilty of non -feasance.

What if I borrow one of these?

What for?

Don't worry. I'm not going to swallow
it.

Barnaby.

I'll bet you a case of my mother's fudge
we have a complete confession in 24

hours.

Lieutenant, much as I like your mother's
fudge, I'm going to have to turn down

that bet because I think we're going to
have a confession, too.

And this little pill might just get it
for us.

Oh, Mark, thank heavens you're here.

You heard about Feather?

Yeah, the team got the word this
afternoon.

I feel like the whole stadium caved in
on me. Mark, there was a private

detective here, a man by the name of
Barnaby Jones.

He wanted to know where you were Sunday
night between the hours of nine and

midnight when the woman was killed in
Feather's house.

What'd you tell him?

I told him you were home with me.

Well, that's good.

He won't bother us anymore.

But you weren't home. I lied to that
detective. Daddy knows that I lied.

Now, I made him promise that he wouldn't
say anything, but we can't go on

telling one lie after another. Now,
Jenny, you're making a big thing out of

nothing. Now, I told you, I don't fool
around anymore.

Do you think I care about that now?

That detective was talking about murder.

You think I'm involved?

I don't want you to tell me the truth.

Well, just who's going to believe the
truth?

All right, I was at Feather's house that
night.

I went there to get my playbook.

The doorbell rang, and it was this
woman. Feather's been seen.

Feather wasn't home.

So who thought I'd fill in for her?

She came on pretty strong. I pushed her
away. She fell down. She hit her head.

And she was dead.

Why didn't you call the police?

Well, even if the police did believe
that, do you think that your father

have believed it?

He would have taken that agency
contract, torn it up, and thrown it

face. We don't need my father or the
contract. We have our own lives.

What lives, Jenny?

You washing floors and me selling
shoelaces?

You're a football player. You have the
best years of your life ahead of you.

Jenny, I don't have anything.

I'm all washed up.

I couldn't even make it through the
opening game this fall.

What are you talking about? My arm.

It's gone.

I heard it in the playoffs. I thought it
was just a strain, but it got worse.

Well, you saw me at practice when I
missed those passes.

That's when I knew for sure.

I can't throw anymore.

I'm finished.

Why didn't you say anything?

Do you think they would have signed a
million -dollar endorsement contract

a washed -up quarterback?

All I could do was string them along
until they signed that contract.

Then they'd be committed.

Then I'd have a job, money, a future.

But, Jenny, if your father takes that
away from me, I'm nothing.

That contract is the only chance I have.

Jenny, I never wanted to go near that
woman.

I swear to that.

Everything's going to be all right.

How'd you make out?

Your idea paid off. I just had breakfast
with Sam Dudley. He used to play with

the Cougars when Rainey first started.

Seems that Mr.

Rainey was quite a swinger then, and the
rumor is he may still be.

Oh?

Dr. Stanley, this is Barnaby Jones.

How about that pill I discussed with
you?

I just ran an analysis on it, and it
turns out to be diazepam.

It's a muscle relaxer.

Do you have a list of the Cougar team
members who are receiving that

now?

Thank you.

Yeah.

Uh -huh.

Thank you, Doctor.

Well, that's quite an interesting list,
Dr. Gibby.

Who's on it?

Not so much who's on it as who isn't.

Have a good day. You too.

Bye.

Morning, Mr. Rainey. Morning, Mr. Jones.
Thought you'd be happy to hear the good

news. Maynard was released from jail.
They dropped all the charges against

What charges?

He was a suspect in Marcia Harrison's
murder.

And Feather Tanner's.

Feather was murdered?

Whoever did it tried to pin it on
Maynard Bates.

He wrapped some pills in Marsh's scarf
and hid it in Maynard's car.

Then he made sure it would be
discovered.

How do you know it was a thing?

Only three of the team were on that pill
list.

Maynard wasn't on it because he was
allergic.

Two of them had airtight alibis. That
just leaves one name.

Mark Rainey. But you said yourself that
Feather was killed Wednesday morning

between 10 and 12.

Well, I was at home with my wife
Wednesday morning.

Wasn't I, Jenny?

Just like you were home when Marsha
Harrison was murdered?

Jenny.

Feather was your friend.

How many more killings am I supposed to
lie about, Mark?

He wasn't home Sunday night or Wednesday
morning.

I don't know where he was, but I don't
care.

Well, that's a very interesting theory,
Mr. Jones.

What did the police say about it?

Well, all I told the police was that the
pills didn't belong to Maynard.

I figured you'd want to tell them the
rest of it.

Why so generous?

You used to be a big hero to me, to a
lot of people.

I figured that still means something.

I appreciate that.

Well, honey, I guess I'd better go down
to that police station.

Mark?

You better come with me, Mr. Jones.

Mark, no!

Why?

We had everything. I loved you.

I'm sorry, Jenny.

I guess it wasn't enough.

Call the police and an ambulance.

Mr. Bates. I'm glad you could make it.
Thank you. This is my daughter -in -law,

Betty. Hi, Betty. Nice to meet you.
Please, come in. Sit down. Thank you.

Jack, you give my friends anything they
want.

Well, Mr. Bates, since it's on you, I'll
have an extra tall glass of milk.

How did I know?

Well, I feel really reckless. I will
have a glass of milk also.

But I think I'll have a cherry with it.
Boy, you are feeling reckless, aren't

you?

I'll take mine straight like Mr. Jones.

Takes an old ball player to handle a
good stiff milk.

Right, Benji? Right, Jackie boy.

Well, to Eddie Basinski.

Eddie Basinski?

Wasn't he the only major league
shortstop ever to wear eyeglasses on the

Eddie, you amaze me. How do you know
that?

It's a secret between me and the old
-timer.