Farmer Sandberg

I grabbed some arugula and potatoes from the people over at Savoie Farms. It’s part of my regular Sunday routine. I scanned the crowd because you never when the likes of Ray Diddy may be shopping for some local produce at the Headhouse Farmers Market. As I made my way towards the entrance, I saw a guy standing all alone in the crown holding some flowers.

He was a big guy. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t quite place him. I past him again and then it clicked. Ryne Sandberg. I wasn’t 100% sure because I was so used to seeing him with a baseball hat.

I approached and sure enough it was him.

I gave him my condolences for being sucked into the Ruben Amaro black-hole of baseball death. He said he liked the area and would be here for a bit. We briefly chatted and snapped a pic.

I’ve ripped Sandberg’s managerial skills in a bad situation. He just didn’t feel right for this Phillies collection of individuals who pass themselves off as a MLB baseball team. However, the dude couldn’t have been more polite and nice. He comes off as a solid dude. I still don’t think I’d want to have a beer with him, but he exudes “nice guy” vibes.

And, damn, his choppers and head were huge compared to mine. My sources say Sandberg will be in town through the summer as his house just sold and he settles sometime towards the end of August. His playing height is listed as 6’1″, but that’s my height and he was considerable larger.