Away back when I was in high school, the Minnesota Twins drafted a catcher out of an Orlando, Fla., high school. He was a 33rd-rounder, so not a hot prospect, and he didn't sign with the Twins. He attended a couple of colleges in Oklahoma and signed with the Cincinnati Reds in 1977.
And then he started grinding his way up the minor league ladder. Low A, high A, Double A, Triple A. He got to the majors with Cincinnati in 1983 and came to the plate 19 times.
The Reds traded him to the White Sox. He got 11 at-bats with the Sox in 1984, hit .364 with a homer. The Sox rewarded him with a full season at Triple A the next year, then they released him.
He signed with the Cubs. Another year at Triple A, nine more major league at-bats, and that was it. His career ended at the age of 28.
And yet today we celebrate Steve Christmas ... what, that's NOT the Christmas story?
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