KANSAS CITY, Mo. The play that ended Mike Moustakas' football career darn near wiped out the baseball path, too. All because the dude wouldn't stop yapping.
"Let me play," Moustakas nags his coach.
It's Fall 2006. Chatsworth (Calif.) High School. Football practice. The Kansas City Royals third baseman is a 5-foot-10 quarterback with wicked wheels and no fear.
"Let me play."
"Let me catch passes."
"Let me do something."
"I'm tired of standing around doing nothing."
Eventually, the coach gets tired of hearing it. He puts Moose in as a scout team wide receiver.
"So he goes out for a pass and rolls his ankle," Chatsworth baseball coach Tom Meusborn, one of Moose's oldest mentors, recalls with a chuckle.
"It happened early enough in October that it wasn't an issue for (us) come springtime. Mike is just that type of guy. His motor is always running and he doesn't want to stand around."
So Moose sits for a few months, a bundle of misery, until the ...