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LATIN, MATRIPEDICABUS, DO YOU SPEAK IT
Scouted while throwing behind a Golden Corral? What?
That's some baseball movie plot right there.
And so began Bush's new routine: Ride 3 miles from the halfway house to Golden Corral on a donated bicycle, work the morning shift in the bakery, eat at the buffet, play catch with Silver. He threw consistent strikes. He rediscovered his curveball. Eventually Silver felt confident enough to call his bosses at the Rangers, who sent over a local scout with a radar gun. Bush's first two pitches hit 93 and 95. "Everything kind of changed after that," Silver says.
The Rangers dispatched a succession of scouts to the Golden Corral, and a few weeks before Bush's release from the halfway house, the team flew in two of its top executives -- Mike Daly, senior director of player development, and Josh Boyd, senior director of pro scouting. They designated a yellow parking stopper to act as a pitcher's rubber and then measured 60 feet, 6 inches to an imaginary home plate. Bush wore sweatpants and sneakers. The tracking device bulged on his ankle, and his Golden Corral beeper flew out of his pants pocket when he kicked his leg to throw.
"There's still that rare, unmistakable gift," Daly concluded.