The Base Ball Life of Patrick O'Farrell

[Big Six]

Boston Globe, September 28, 1932

O'FARRELL TO COVER WORLD SERIES FOR GLOBE
Readers To Receive Insight From Red Sox General Manager

CINCINNATI--No man in the history of baseball knows more about the World Series than Patrick Joseph O'Farrell, who has participated in more Fall Classics as a player and front-office man than anyone.

Currently the general manager of the American League champion Red Sox, O'Farrell has agreed to write a daily column on the Series for the Globe. O'Farrell lent his journalistic talents to this task before, contributing to this paper during the World Series on two other occasions.

"This will be the first time I have been able to comment on the Series from the perspective of the grandstand. I am looking forward to that opportunity," O'Farrell said.

Look for Pat O'Farrell's column on the Series in each day's special Baseball Edition of the Globe.

[Big Six]

Boston Globe, September 29, 1932

GUDAT'S GEM GIVES REDS 1-0 SERIES LEAD
Neal Brady Pitches Strong Game In Losing Effort

Special to the Globe by PAT O'FARRELL

CINCINNATI--I have nothing but fond memories of World Series experiences in Cincinnati, win or lose. For that reason, it was particularly enjoyable for me to travel here with the Red Sox for the first two games of this year's Series.

I had a chance to visit with several of the Reds players I came to know as rivals years ago, who have remained in Cincinnati since we all retired from the game. Roy Hitt, Del Mason, and I make it a point to get together with them each year when we attend the Hall of Fame inductions in Cooperstown. The opportunity to visit again at the Series, where our paths first crossed twenty or so years ago. Cincinnati is, like Boston, a great baseball city, and the atmosphere for the World Series is always electric.

Yesterday was absolutely no exception, and the capacity crowd was treated to a great pitching exhibition by two of the best in the game. The Reds' Marv Gudat has won at least 20 games in each of his first four seasons in the major leagues, and has improved every year. He demonstrated why he is considered one of the game's very best yesterday, shutting out our Red Sox, 2-0. We got eight hits, and Gudat walked three men, but when he had to, he bore down and made great pitches.

Judy Johnson, Chick Hafey, and Frank Frisch all had two hits, but all of them were singles. In fact, we didn't have an extra base hit off Gudat all day. Neal Brady pitched his usual great game for us, giving up only six hits and walking nobody. The only time he faltered was in the second inning, when Cuckoo Christensen, a good hitter, doubled in two runs. Those runs stood up, and Brady didn't allow another score either.

Bill Carrigan wasn't downhearted, though. He knows the players gave it their all, and he knows we have another of the best pitchers in baseball working tomorrow. Waite Hoyt won more games this season than anyone ever has, and I think he's a good bet to win another one tomorrow.

The Reds are a great club, with outstanding hitters like Evar Swanson, Earle Combs, Glenn Wright, and Bill Barrett. They have fine young players like Tony Cuccinello and Ernie Lombardi, and outstanding young pitchers like Wes Ferrell and Harlan Pyle. They will be tough to beat, especially after winning the first game in such fine fashion.

This is why there is nothing better in sports than a World Series.

[Jestor]

You tempt me to start a similiar dynasty, Big Six. Unfortunately my ability to maintain dynasties is pretty weak, it seems, except for maybe one or two.

[Big Six]

Originally Posted by Jestor

You tempt me to start a similiar dynasty, Big Six. Unfortunately my ability to maintain dynasties is pretty weak, it seems, except for maybe one or two.

This is the only one I've ever managed to keep going. The Keystone League was well on its way before the server failure, but over half the league's history was lost. Even after I checked the cache in Google, I couldn't recover enough to make it worthwhile.

Go for it, I'd say. You'll have a reader from Post #1!

[NCBeachBum]

One more reason to root for Pat and Bill's Sox to win a game: getting the chance to see Fiery Wes Farrell shred his glove for 30 minutes or destroy the locker room for an hour afterwards.

[Big Six]

Originally Posted by NCBeachBum

One more reason to root for Pat and Bill's Sox to win a game: getting the chance to see Fiery Wes Farrell shred his glove for 30 minutes or destroy the locker room for an hour afterwards.

Ferrell might get a Game Four start, because he's the #4 starter for the Reds. He's still young, and as they did in the days of Roy Hitt and Del Mason, the Reds have gotten tremendous mileage out of a collection of "surprise stars."

The staff ace, Marv Gudat, saw most of his limited action in "real" baseball as a position player. The next best Reds starter, Harlan Pyle, pitched badly in exactly two "real" major league games. The third starter is Benny Frey, who had a much better career than either Gudat or Pyle...which really isn't saying much.

I probably could have eliminated stories like those of Gudat, Frey, and Pyle by using one of Ankit's databases, but I found that I enjoyed the possibility of seeing guys like that turn into legends in Pat's universe.

[Big Six]

Boston Globe, September 30, 1932
Special World Series Edition

HOYT EVENS SERIES WITH FOUR-HIT SHUTOUT
Gehrig’s Homer Leads Red Sox Attack

Special to the Globe by PAT O’FARRELL

CINCINNATI—Big league pitchers had been subjected to some fairly rough treatment over the last few years. This season, however, the moundsmen reasserted themselves to some degree, so I suppose it shouldn’t be surprising that the first two games of this year’s World Series should feature some truly outstanding pitching.

Both games have featured a shutout, and today the star of the show was the Red Sox’ Waite Hoyt. He threw every pitch in his repertoire for strikes, and kept the Cincinnati hitters off balance all day long. Hoyt yielded only four hits, never more than one in a single inning. Only one Red reached third base: Evar Swanson, who managed the first extra base hit for his team in the Series by doubling, and who moved to third on a long fly out by Tony Cuccinello.

Red Sox fans who have followed Waite’s incredible season have been treated to several such exhibitions of his talent. The fans of the Queen City now have a full appreciation of his skill, and having seen Hall of Famers like Del Mason, Roy Hitt, and Jean Dubuc ply their trade in their town, they know good pitching when they see it.

The first home run of the Series was hit by the man who hit more of them during the regular season than any man in either league, Lou Gehrig. Lou hit a fine pitch, a fastball on the outside corner from Harlan Pyle,over the right-field wall; rather than Pyle’s mistake, it was Gehrig’s skill that made the difference.

Boston’s other runs came on a wild pitch; a Chick Hafey double that scored Martin Dihigo, who had singled; and the combination of a Phil Todt double and a Josh Gibson single. I was impressed with the poise Gibson demonstrated in his first taste of World Series action (Johnny Bassler caught the Series opener). Gibson and Hoyt appeared to be working off the same page all day long; the veteran pitcher shook off very few of the young catcher’s signs. And, the blasts Gibson touched off during batting practice drew “oohs” and “ahhs” from the Cincinnati fans.

By the time you read this, all of us—Reds and Red Sox alike--will have boarded a special train for Boston. Today the players of both teams will rest, treat a few minor aches and pains, work out lightly, and perhaps have dinner or catch a movie. Tomorrow, they will be back at it, before a Fenway Park crowd that will undoubtedly be large and enthusiastic.

Despite all the winning baseball you have seen, you Boston rooters have never lost your enthusiasm, and greet each successive championship squad you see with the same affection as the ones before. For my money, you’re the best fans in the business, and always have been.

I hope you, and I, have another Red Sox victory to enjoy tomorrow.

[Big Six]

Boston Globe, October 2, 1932
Special World Series Edition

HAFEY’S DRAMATIC HOMER WINS GAME THREE FOR SOX!
Chick Breaks Scoreless Tie In Bottom Of Ninth Inning
Settlemire Equals Hoyt’s Performance; Throws 4-Hit Shutout

Special to the Globe by PAT O’FARRELL

BOSTON—Is there a baseball-loving child in America who hasn’t dreamed of winning a World Series game with a ninth-inning home run? I have five children, and I have witnessed an untold number of these dramatic moments in the O’Farrell backyard. Yesterday, I watched it happen at Fenway Park, as Chick Hafey made his boyhood dream come true with a game-ending homer off Reds reliever Si Johnson.

The scenario was made possible by another day of sterling pitching by Boston’s Merle Settlemire and Cincinnati’s Benny Frey. Settlemire is not as familiar to most baseball fans as Neal Brady, Waite Hoyt, or Marv Gudat, but he is rapidly establishing himself as a top-flight hurler. Yesterday, he pitched a masterpiece that was just about as efficient as Hoyt’s the day before; like Waite’s, a four-hit shutout.

Merle is a different type of pitcher, so his game took a slightly different shape. His pitches move in ways that befuddle hitters, and consequently, he walks more men than either Hoyt or Brady. Yesterday, six Reds took their base on balls. Merle, however, compensates for this by being especially tough with men on the sacks, and he worked his way around the few instances of trouble that he encountered.

So did Benny Frey, with the help of some splendid glovework by his teammates. In fact, there would have been no need for Hafey’s ninth-inning heroics if not for a nifty double play turned by first basemen Len Styles and shortstop Glenn Wright in the sixth inning. With one out, Judy Johnson was on third, with Lou Gehrig on first and Hafey at the bat. When Hafey smacked a grounder to Styles, the first baseman ignored Johnson as he broke for the plate, and fired the ball down to second. Of course Styles, a veteran pro, did this deliberately. He took the chance that Wright would complete the double play and end the inning, thus erasing the run Johnson was scoring in the meantime.

The Reds executed the play perfectly. Styles’ peg was hard and accurate; Wright neatly avoided the hard-sliding Gehrig and fired a rifle shot back to first; Hafey was out by a full stride. The play combined the grace of ballet, the power of football, and the timing of first-rate comedy. That play gave us one more reason why baseball is the best game of all.

That’s how the score remained tied at zero, and it remained that way until the bottom of the ninth. The decision to remove Benny Frey, who had allowed only three hits in eight innings, from the game will probably be debated in baseball circles for some time. What fans need to remember is this: Many things take place in a baseball dugout that are unknown to all but the players, managers, and coaches that inhabit it.

Was Frey exhausted, mentally and physically, from the exertions of pitching under the intense pressure of a scoreless World Series game all afternoon? Was his arm beginning to feel tight and sore—a condition that the Reds would surely not want to publicize, since he will receive another turn if the Series goes as far as six games? Has Si Johnson, the man who came in to replace Frey, had a lot of success against Chick Hafey during Hafey’s years in the National League? I don’t know these answers, and neither do you. There are plenty of perfectly good reasons why a pitching change might be in order in this situation, and perhaps one of them applies.

What we do know is that Hafey ended the game on the second pitch he saw from Johnson, and it seemed that all of Boston exploded in an ovation that continued long after Hafey touched the plate and was surrounded in a joyous crowd of teammates. When they lifted Chick to their shoulders, the fans roared even louder, and louder still when he waved his cap to acknowledge their cheers.

Tomorrow, we get to do it all over again. Neal Brady is scheduled to pitch his second game of the Series, while young Wes Ferrell will probably get the ball for Cincinnati. Will tomorrow’s game produce a hero like Hafey, whose feat will be discussed as long as baseball is played?

We’ll see, won’t we?

[Big Six]

Boston Globe, October 3, 1932

ONE GAME CLOSER!
Brady Outduels Ferrell, 4-2; Red Sox Win Game Four

Special to the Globe by PAT O’FARRELL

BOSTON—There were no late-inning heroics yesterday at Fenway Park, nor did a manager make a decision that set fans to asking questions. There was just a good, solid, game of baseball, and that in itself is entertaining enough.

The Red Sox won it, 4-2, with an impressive show of hitting against a young pitcher who looks like he has the stuff to pitch in the major leagues for a long time. His name is Wes Ferrell, and he is a real competitor. Boston batters managed eleven hits off him, and this outcome did not please him at all. When Mr. Ferrell was removed from the game, he took out a few of his frustrations on a rack of bats, quite similar to the implements the Red Sox had used to create said frustrations.

His opposite number, Neal Brady, was his typically stingy self, giving up only seven hits, only one earned run, and walking nobody. He struck out seven men, whiffing first baseman Lu Blue three times.

Marty Dihigo, Frank Frisch, and Phil Todt continued their particularly effective batsmanship, getting seven of the Red Sox’ hits between them. Both Dihigo and Frisch are hitting .500 for the Series, and Todt isn’t far behind at .400. Dihigo had the game’s longest hit, a triple that gave him the opportunity to show off his lightning speed.

I’ve noticed that fewer players in today’s game try to steal bases than they did when I played. If Martin Dihigo played in 1912 instead of 1932, I’m sure he would steal as many bases as I did, and I’m convinced that a player like Detroit’s Cool Papa Bell would steal more. Of course, nobody hit home runs a season like Babe Ruth, Lou Gehrig, or Oscar Charleston do today, either. I don’t suppose it makes as much sense to risk an out by trying to steal a base when the next man can bash the ball over the fence, does it?

Someone recently said to me, “Pat, if you played today, you would hit 35 or 40 homers a season, too.” I laughed and thanked the man, but I sincerely doubt he’s right. I’m five feet, ten inches tall, and have never weighed more than 175 pounds in my life. The real sluggers, men like Ruth and Gehrig and Charleston, are all six-footers and weigh 200 pounds, or more! Mel Ott, who plays across town for the Braves, is one exception to that rule; he hits thirty homers a year and is just about my size. Most fellows like us, however, can’t muscle the ball out of the park quite so regularly!

Tomorrow, the Red Sox have a chance to win the World Series in front of their hometown fans, which is an experience that no player will ever forget. At any rate, it will be the final game of baseball played in Fenway Park this season, so if you have a ticket, you’re a lucky person indeed. If you don’t, you’re still fortunate enough to be close enough to the action to experience some of the excitement, so please enjoy it while you can.

It will be six months before you get that chance again, and that’s a long time!

[Big Six]

Boston Globe, October 4, 1932

REDS STAY ALIVE WITH 4-3 WIN
Gudat Bests Hoyt; Lombardi and Wright Star At Bat

Special to the Globe by PAT O'FARRELL

BOSTON--Facing the end of their season and wanting very much to give their loyal fans the chance to see them pursue the World Championship at least one more day, the Cincinnati Reds did what champions do: they won a game they absolutely had to win.

Their ace, Marv Gudat, knew he would have to pitch a good ballgame, because he knew Waite Hoyt would do the same thing. Both pitchers represented themselves well, but as Hoyt said after the game, on this day, Gudat was that much better.

The Reds got a lift from one of their outstanding young players, a catcher named Ernie Lombardi. He made the All-Star team in his first season, and went on to be named National League Rookie of the Year. He hit well over .300 for the season, and had sixteen homers in his first exposure to big-league pitching, which bodes very well for his future.

Ernie smacked a tough breaking pitch from Hoyt over the left-field fence in the fourth inning to make the score 3-1, and after we tied the game on a two-run single by Phil Todt, the Reds got to Waite one more time.

I've always believed that Glenn Wright is one of the most often overlooked stars in the major leagues. He hits .300 almost every year, and lately he's added more power. He's a steady 100-RBI man, and this season he had 75 extra base hits. This season, he finally made the All-Star team for the first time. Yesterday, it was Wright's two-out hit in the eighth inning that won the game for the Reds and guaranteed that we would all have to head back to Cincinnati again.

Great teams find ways to win ballgames like the one the Reds won yesterday. They demonstrated that they still have the stuff that won them the Series in 1930, and now the Sox face a task that is tougher than it seems.

The fans of Cincinnati will be out in large numbers, and will give their team a big hometown advantage. Sure, we only have to win one of the next two games, but if you think that's going to be easy, you're wrong!

With an extra day off while we travel, Merle Settlemire will be well-rested, and so will Harlan Pyle. Merle will be trying to close out the Series and the season, while Harlan will be attempting to make it last one more day. I think Pyle has, by far, the tougher task. Merle has the luxury of knowing that, at worst, his team will have one more chance.

The pressure didn't get to Marv Gudat, and Pyle seems to be a pretty cool customer too. We'll see if he can summon the nerve of great Reds pitchers like Roy Hitt, Del Mason, and Jean Dubuc, and write his name along theirs in the story of this fine team.

Or, maybe Merle Settlemire will stand beside Boston World Series heroes like Tex Pruiett, Christy Mathewson, Joe Wood, and Neal Brady. Two days from now, we'll know.

[Big Six]

Boston Globe, October 6, 1932

THE RED SOX ARE THE CHAMPIONS!
Hafey, Todt, Dihigo, Frisch Lead Potent Attack in 11-6 Win

Special to the Globe by PAT O'FARRELL

CINCINNATI--As I write this, I am looking across my hotel room at a suit that will need to be replaced, but for a very good reason. It's soaked in celebratory champagne, sprayed and poured on me by one member or another of the World Champion Boston Red Sox ballclub.

Yesterday, the Sox broke out their big bats and gave their pitcher, Merle Settlemire, some early breathing room. The Reds, to their credit, took a shot to the chin in the form of a four-run first inning by the Sox and refused to go down.

Chick Hafey, who has been a tremendous addition to the club since we obtained him in June, drove in Judy Johnson and Lou Gehrig with a long triple, and then Frank Frisch hit one even farther--over the fence for a homer. The Reds came back with two runs of their own in the bottom half of the inning, again showing they are a club with lots of grit.

That, however, was the closest the Reds would get. The Sox hit Harlan Pyle hard, finally driving him from the box in the seventh, and then treated the relief men, Ed Carroll and Dutch Kemner, just about as harshly. Settlemire tired as well, and in the eighth inning Earle Combs hit a three-run homer to make the score 11-6. Bill Carrigan gave Merle the rest of the afternoon off, and Ray Brown and Red Ruffing took it from there.

The Cincinnati fans behaved with a great deal of sportsmanship at the end of the game. It's difficult to watch another team celebrate a championship on your own grounds; I know that from experience. The applause they gave the Red Sox was sincere, and they saluted their team even more warmly. After all, the Reds won the pennant, which demonstrates success over the course of six months, and won it very decisively. They are a young ballclub, and believe me, they will be back in fine form next season!

It was particularly gratifying to me to see the excitement of some of the younger Red Sox, who haven't been part of a World Series champion club before. Josh Gibson, for example, had a grin a mile wide. Even Settlemire, who has been with the organization for several years, had never been around for a Series. It's an unforgettable experience, even if you are as lucky as I am and have had the opportunity to enjoy it many times.

I hope you have enjoyed reading about the World Series from my perspective as much as I have enjoyed writing about it. I hope we all have the chance to do it again next season. For now, I'm going back to Boston to spend a long autumn and winter with my family. I hope your "off-season" will be as enjoyable as mine will surely be.

Thanks for your support,
PAT O'FARRELL
General Manager
Boston American League Base Ball Club

WORLD CHAMPIONS, 1932

[darkenigma510]

Wonderful dynasty! You have an exceptional ability to make these characters come alive.

[jdw]

BigSix - got a chance to catch up a bit on the glorious thread last night for the first time in a long, long, long time. The "Taps" piece on the passing of The Colonel naturally hit home. And I'll confess to getting a little misty-eyed reading Pat's letter to his old pal Roy Hitt explaining what was going through his mind on that last day in Fenway Park as Pat went out the only way he could have - a champion.

Keep up to good work, BigSix.


John

[Big Six]

Originally Posted by darkenigma510

Wonderful dynasty! You have an exceptional ability to make these characters come alive.

Thanks very much, darkenigma. I've had a lot of fun developing not only Pat, but several of the "supporting actors," such as Bill Carrigan, Roy Hitt, etc., who were real major leaguers who have played much more important roles in Pat's world than they did in the story of the "real" major leagues.

[Big Six]

Originally Posted by jdw

BigSix - got a chance to catch up a bit on the glorious thread last night for the first time in a long, long, long time. The "Taps" piece on the passing of The Colonel naturally hit home. And I'll confess to getting a little misty-eyed reading Pat's letter to his old pal Roy Hitt explaining what was going through his mind on that last day in Fenway Park as Pat went out the only way he could have - a champion.

Keep up to good work, BigSix.


John

John,

Good to see you back! I haven't had as much time to update the story this fall as I would like. I find myself thinking about it quite often, though; mulling plot lines over in my head. And, of course, the simulation often takes over and sends the story in directions I would never have imagined. Roy Hitt, for example, would never have become a major character if the simulation hadn't "decided" to make him into a superstar.

Thanks for your comments, and thanks again for helping the Colonel come to life.

[Big Six]

Deerfield Academy
South Deerfield, Massachusetts

November 16, 1932

Mr. Patrick O’Farrell
12 Lowell Road
Wellesley Hills, Massachusetts

Dear Dad,

I know I’ll be seeing you in just about a week when I’m home for Thanksgiving, but I have something on my mind, and I wanted to write to you about it right now. For one thing, I know that at home, with all the family around, it will be very difficult for me to have any time to talk to you privately. For another, I’m thinking about this so much that I’m having trouble sleeping.

I need your most honest advice right now, both as my father and as someone who evaluates baseball talent for a living. You know how eager the coaches at Notre Dame are to have me play football for them next fall. In fact, I received a very nice telegram from Coach Anderson yesterday, after he learned that I had made the All-State team. They have promised me a position on the team, and the opportunity to compete for a spot in their starting lineup next fall. Obviously, if I choose to attend Notre Dame, I wouldn’t be pursuing a professional baseball career, although I would be able to play for Notre Dame’s team in the spring.

I know I have some time to make up my mind, but the more I think about it, the more anxious and confused I become. You know I’ve always loved both sports, and I know the time had to come when I chose between them. I also know that my choice will be far easier if I have as much of an idea as possible about my chances for success in both sports.

The coaches at Notre Dame have made me very confident in my ability to succeed as a college football player, but I don’t have nearly as good a sense of my own talents as a baseball player. That’s why I’m writing to you tonight. Would you please, as honestly as possible, advise me about my chances for success in professional baseball?

Please don’t worry about hurting my feelings if you have to tell me that I don’t stand much of a chance to be a big leaguer one day. I would only be hurt if you weren’t honest with me in an attempt to spare my feelings. I’m seventeen years old now and am ready to take what you might have to say to me like a man. And I’m not asking you to tell me whether or not the Red Sox would ever be interested in signing me, although we both know I would rather play for the Sox than any other team. I simply need the best information I can get so I can make the best possible decision for myself.

Thank you in advance for being honest with me, and for all the support you and Mom have always given me. I know you’ve been here for me as much as your schedule has allowed.

Love, your son,
Mike

[DTF955]

I don't know why, but I keep thinking Pat's son will go football, at least at Notre Dame.

Not only is Gehrig a college man (Columbia), showing the kid could improve his chances and still have a big league career, but as much as Pat tries to downplay it, everyone's going to know this is Pat O'Farrell's son. If he doesn't part the Red Sea people will feel he's underachieved. The pressure on him will be ncredible.

Maybe if he were to sign with another club - which is qite possible. If that were to happen, there wouldn't be near as much pressure. But, if I'm Pat O'Farrell, even in this age before incredible mass media hype, I would want my son anywhere *but* in a Red Sox uniform, for his own sanity.

[canadiancreed]

remind me when I get my dynasty rolling to PM you about this character

[Big Six]

Originally Posted by DTF955

I don't know why, but I keep thinking Pat's son will go football, at least at Notre Dame.

Not only is Gehrig a college man (Columbia), showing the kid could improve his chances and still have a big league career, but as much as Pat tries to downplay it, everyone's going to know this is Pat O'Farrell's son. If he doesn't part the Red Sea people will feel he's underachieved. The pressure on him will be ncredible.

Maybe if he were to sign with another club - which is qite possible. If that were to happen, there wouldn't be near as much pressure. But, if I'm Pat O'Farrell, even in this age before incredible mass media hype, I would want my son anywhere *but* in a Red Sox uniform, for his own sanity.

The amazing success Pat had with his career makes the career of his son an even more interesting storyline. If Pat had been only an average ballplayer, there would still have been some additional interest in his son; we see that all the time. When Dad's a Hall of Famer, the attention is magnified.

Mike is a pitcher, so directly comparing him to Pat won't be quite as easy as it would be if he were a position player.

That got me trying to think of Hall of Famers, or even star players, whose sons went on to have productive careers. Of course, Bobby and Barry Bonds came to mind first. I think I'm safe in saying that Bobby is the best player in history to have a son who's an even better player than he was.

Yogi Berra's son Dale was a decent player, but the main reason I remember him more than dozens of other guys from the 80s is the fact that Yogi's his dad.

There are a couple of guys named Tony who are, or will be in the Hall with ballplaying sons, and in neither case does it look like the boys will be joining Dad in Cooperstown.

Tim Raines, Jr. is a Pebble compared to Rock.

Dick and Dave Sisler weren't bad players, but I wouldn't trade the two of them for their dad George, would you?

I wasn't aware that Don Sutton's son Daron had pitched in the minor leagues. I knew that Daron was a broadcaster, like Don is now, but never figured he had followed two of Dad's vocations.

Neither Pete Rose Senior or Junior are eligible for Hall of Fame induction, for two different reasons. In Junior's case, it's more about his career lasting only eleven at bats.

[Big Six]

Originally Posted by canadiancreed

remind me when I get my dynasty rolling to PM you about this character

Cool; no problem!