Stanley beat me to the Mike Hargrove farewell. I was surprised by Grover's decision, but I'm sure he is happy with it, even if he can't fully explain it.
My first job out of college was as the public relations director of the Cleveland Indians' Class AA team in Williamsport, PA, in 1988. Grover was the manager. He was a great guy to work with and his family was terrific. His wife, Sharon, did all she could to make the young players and their families feel at home even though all were far from home. For years I had a white Ford Escort that was easy to pick out because it had a Chief Wahoo sticker on the back of it; a sticker slapped onto the car when I first got it by Sharon.
I remember throwing pitches to Grover's son, Andy, who was probably 5 or 6 at the time, in an open area between the concession stand and home clubhouse. This was our routine many nights while Andy waited for his dad to get done with paperwork after games. I can't believe Andy is now playing ball in the minors; we're getting old.
Maybe that's what Grover realized, too. I certainly wish him and his family all the best.
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