When Earl cursed, said Reggie, “it was like poetry.” Jackson also said Weaver was a “crazed munchkin” who was “funnier and more fun than anybody I’ve ever been around.” More soberly, Jackson reflected: “I loved the little Weave. If you made a mental mistake, you saw him waiting for you on the top step of the dugout when you came back in. He’d just say one word, ‘Why?’ And you better have an answer. On his team, if you didn’t ‘think the game,’ you had a problem.”
