I wrote a pretty vicious column attacking Cincinnati. I don’t remember all of it, but I remember writing something to the effect of: “Cincinnati is where professional baseball began. Professional baseball died here last night.”
I cringe thinking about it, but, hey, we all have to be young, and we all have to make our mistakes.
Anyway, I came to the park the next day and I was radioactive. Even people who agreed with me* kind of stayed away from me. I would soon find out why.
I was in the press box cafeteria when a blur of person came rushing at me. That person was, as you have guessed, Marty Brennaman. And he was mad. I mean he was really mad. I have only seen a handful of people in my life who were as mad as Marty. His pleasant radio voice skyrocketed about three octaves as he began to yell at me, and he continued to yell at me, and he yelled at me some more, and I don’t remember almost any of it because it was so frightening and so overwhelming, but I do remember how he ended. He said, “I’m going to take a piece of your hide on the broadcast tonight.”
And from what I understand — I never heard it, and I never would — he took a piece of my hide on the broadcast that night. I have not seen that piece of hide since. I have also not heard anyone use that expression “piece of hide” since. But once is enough.
That’s Marty though, passionate, loyal, dynamic, and fearless. I deserved whatever he said that night. The season ended only a few days later. I didn’t see him in those days, probably because I made sure not to see him. But I will always remember the next spring, he came down to Plant City, where the Reds trained for a few years (and where the annual Strawberry Festival was held). I was on the field when I saw that blur again. It was Marty.
“Poz,” he said, and he put his hand on my shoulder, “let’s get something to eat.”
And we went to get something to eat, and he told some stories, and we laughed a lot, and not one word was said about the piece-of-hide day. And through numerous meals through the years and a whole lot of laughter, he never brought it up again.