If you’re a Giants fan of a certain age, you remember Jack Clark fondly, a talented kid who reached the majors at 19, was an All-Star at 22 and established himself as the team’s most dangerous bat in a post-Mays world.
And you probably regard him with frustration, given he was never able to carry the Giants to the postseason, though such an act would’ve been akin to pulling a piano up Potrero Hill.
And you probably allow yourself a giggle recalling the year that he inexplicably, on a couple of occasions, came jogging in from right field thinking there were three outs when there were only two.