We modified the player draft and let managers pick fellows to stick on other teams. The most average guy, Mister Mediocrity, was chosen last: not good enough to take for your own team, but too good to give away. John Chapman caught Frenchie trying to sneak through a window on an aborted ice water hit attempt, and held him hostage during a Tax Police swat hit gone wrong. After three years at Dodgertown, I knew we had to hit the road.