He stood six foot six, a look perpetually on his face that was equal parts I’d love some huevos rancheros and I can throw a football over them mountains. There was no serve and volley to his game - he was a pure, unadulterated acer who tried to serve it past you at 160 mph and was always, always willing to double-fault and die trying.
Adam Dunn swung lumber the length of the Brent Spence Bridge, the weight of Corky Miller carrying Jumbo Diaz on his back, a bat more titanoboa than Louisville Slugger.