I never saw Bill Brewer play baseball or, for that matter, even watch a game. But, I have it on good authority that he played in at least one game for the Oakdale High School varsity team. I got the story straight from the horse's mouth.
Apparently, Bill was tapped to pinch hit late in a game. The coach called him over and instructed him to “take” the first pitch. Mistakenly thinking that he was meant to swing at the pitch, Bill spanked a double to right field. Much to Bill's surprise, the coach immediately pulled him from the game and gave him a tongue lashing. When Bill protested that he had followed the coach's instructions, the coach explained that any fool knew that to “take” a pitch meant not to swing at it. Bill said, nobody ever told me that and, by the way, I hit a double. But, the coach didn't care. That was it for Bill. He wouldn't play for the man again.
Uncle Bill told me that story several times over the years, but he never elaborated on its meaning. He didn't need to, because the incident spoke for itself. The lessons were: (1) be fair in your expectations; (2) communicate your expectations clearly; and (3) stand up for what is right. As far as I ever observed, Bill never departed from those principles. He was a worthy role model for any young person, and I'm proud that he was my uncle.
Aunt Verna, Dan, Tim, Patti and family, you are in our thoughts and prayers. We hope that you feel only the love and support of the many family members and friends who love you and cherish Uncle Bill's memory.
David, Myrna, Dustin, Devin, and Amy.