When I was in prep school, our athletic trainer was a former catcher in the Red Sox organization, who had his tuition to Pitt paid by the team when he blew out his knee in a game. Believe me, the day after Bucky #&*@ing Dent's homerun, when I had to take a class from Mike, was MOST memorable, and for all the wrong reasons.
I also remember Bill Buckner in 1986 about as well and mournfully as the fan of another team can. He should have been pulled for a defensive replacement.
Sanguillen was one of my favorite Pirates back in the day when they won the NL East every year. His enthusiasm was contagious, even if his English was unrecognizable. For some reason, until John Candelaria joined the team, the insisted on using him as an interpreter for interviews, when he needed one himself.
One rumor holds that he was the inspiration for Garrett Morris' Chico Escuelo character on Saturday Night Live.
I thought of you this morning, when they had a clip on the radio of Ken Burns saying that baseball needed a century of Red Sox futility to make baseball really interesting. I know, it sounded like dreck to me too, especially since the Pirates have assumed the crown of can't win.