On Foulke's tough spring in 2004:
The next day...Keith Foulke got his first save, which was pretty impressive considering that he'd had such a bad spring. But one of the reasons he began slowly was that every day Keith would take pitchers' fielding practice, what we call PFPs. A coach would hit him hard ground balls, and he isn't that great a fielder, so the ball would hit him in the leg, in the ankle, on the calf, and his leg would be black and blue. He was one of those bad-luck guys who had bull's-eyes all over his body.
Probably the best line in the whole book:
As I've said, to win it all, you need a closer who doesn't give a shit.
Keith's spring fielding woes come back to haunt him:
Edgar Renteria was the game's final batter. Edgar is one of the most feared hitters in the game, but he swung and hit a slow, easy roller back to the mound. Keith gloved it, and then he started jumping up and down, even though he hadn't yet thrown the ball to first base.
It's funny. I don't remember Keith fielding a single ball during the regular season. During spring training he took hundreds of balls during pitchers' fielding practice, and a couple of times he'd had balls hit off his legs, injuring him. How ironic that he didn't get to field a ground ball until the very last ball hit in the world Series! After he began celebrating, he realized that he'd better throw the ball over to first. It was the perfect ending to the perfect year.