Robbie and Rich and I played baseball from flea league thru pony ball. One year, we were teammates, 79 or 80 I was struggling to throw strikes and Robbie walks up to the mound and starts singing Wake Up a LIl Suzy, Wake up. Not your typical advice on a mound conference. Anywho, he walks back to shortstop and just kept singing , "who gonna tell your ma? Who gonna tell your pa?" I couldn't stop laughing while trying to pitch but it worked. It kept me from feeling the pressure of trying to throw strikes. He kept it up the whole damn game. Robbie just had a way about him. Let me add, while it would be impossible to live up to his fathers defensive prowess, you could absolutely see elements of it when he played shortstop. When he would go into the hole and backhand a ball it was a mirror image of the way his dad did it.

- Chris Elwood

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