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As a seasonal employee of the Phillies in 1979, I was asked to get Pete to record a radio commercial. Pete decided we go into a small room off the clubhouse that, as I recall, was a laundry room of sorts.
The first three or four times Pete got to a certain word (I wish I could remember it), he flubbed it. The second he finally got it right, clubhouse manager Kenny Bush burst into the room, making enough noise that the take was ruined. Kenny quickly departed, seeing what was going on and noticing that Pete was none too pleased. On the next take, Pete got to the word and flubbed it again. We looked each other in the eye and both burst into laughter. It was one of several fond memories I have from the only Phillie who ever called me by first name as a young man.
As a young freelance radio reporter in Clearwater, I approached Pete along with two other reporters who I had never seen and who I believed to be as unknown as myself. I asked Pete a question about spring training preparation and Pete proceeded to talk to us about the most minute details of his prep and feelings about camp. His comments seemed to last about 15 minutes and I don’t even recall any other questions being asked. I just recall looking up for a second at the palm trees blowing in the wind and thinking, “Could my job be any better than this?”
As I walked onto the turf at the Vet before a 1979 game, I heard someone yell, “Yo Vic, did you see the Hot Pants girl on the elevator today?!” I turned around to see it was Charlie Hustle. May sound silly but as a 21-year-old new employee of the team, it made my day. And, yeah, I had noticed her.