Connie Mack. There was a wonderful person. A truly religious man. I mean really religious. Not a hypocrite, like some are. He really respected his fellow man. If you made a mistake, Connie never bawled you out on the bench, or in front of anybody else. He’d get you alone a few days later, and then he’d say something like, “Don’t you think it would have been better if you’d made the play this way?”
