Bob Willis ran the Orlando Twins in the Class AA Southern League for years. When the big leaguers arrived for spring training, Willis would have to move out of the largest office in the small headquarters at Tinker Field to make room for the boss, Calvin Griffith.
There weren't many days when I was covering spring training and the Twins were playing at Tinker that I failed to stop in to see Willy in his spring-time cubbyhole. He was one of the all-time irreverent characters that I have met in sports.
One morning, Willy started telling me stories about his friend Dean Chance, a pitcher for the Twins from 1967-69. There were so many laughs that I asked Willis for Chance's phone number.
"He's hard to get ahold of now,'' Willis said. "He's been spending time in Miami Beach, playing high-stakes gin rummy with old rich guys. I got the number for the card room where he usually plays, but the games aren't exactly legal, so they are a bit cautious answering the phone.''
I called the number a few times and final someone answered, with caution in his voice.
I identified myself and explained that I was trying to get ahold of Dean Chance to "talk baseball'' (not gin rummy).
"How did you get this number?'' the gent asked.
"From a friend of Dean Chance's,'' I said.