Fred Claire had a route in every city. At home or on the road, he had to get his six miles in every day. As the Dodgers’ general manager from 1987 to 1998, Claire was the rare AARP-eligible jogger crossing the Roebling Bridge into Kentucky from Cincinnati, or tracing the bank of the Allegheny River outside Pittsburgh’s Three Rivers Stadium, running wherever the baseball schedule took him.
Now 81, Claire remembers being diligent about wearing sunscreen.
“But not the gloss on my lip,” he said.
Sun and time can be the baseball lifer’s worst enemy, deadly if left alone to conspire with the fate of a man’s skin.