"oh yes, he was tall!"

Tommy Preston! Now there's a name I haven't heard in ages! Of course I remember ol' Tommy--born and raised in Duluth, Minnesota. That's Iron Range country, you know. Lots of mining up there. That's about all they do in Duluth! Wake up, do some mining, come home and get some sleep. Duluth, Minnesota.

Tommy Preston--what about him? Oh, yes, he was tall! Tall as a tree on the top of a mountain! We used to let him pitch...the kid couldn't pitch for beans, but he was so goddamned tall that he could just reach up and catch a ball hit in the air, no matter where it was hit.

I mean it! I saw Tommy catch homerun hits just by putting his glove up! Oh sure, sometimes he'd have to get on his tippy-toes, but lemme tell you: Tommy Preston on his tippy-toes was about as tall as the Empire State Building.

That's right...got his head taken off by a low-flyin' cropduster in 1932, I think. Poor kid. Poor Tommy Preston.