Wearing a silver suit and a feathered fedora, pitcher José Lima strutted into New York Mets’ spring-training camp in Port St. Lucie, Fla., in 2006.
He was a flesh-and-blood knuckleball, an unpredictable, crazy, merengue-singing hurler who loved being the center of attention.
“Get out of here! Really, we signed him?” teammate Pedro Martinez laughed minutes before Lima landed in his flashy garb — complete with gaudy diamond earrings.
“Oh no, mamma mia! Things are going to go crazy over here. This is going to be a crazy
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“Get out of here! Really, we signed him?” teammate Pedro Martinez laughed minutes before Lima landed in his flashy garb — complete with gaudy diamond earrings.
“Oh no, mamma mia! Things are going to go crazy over here. This is going to be a crazy
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