One day, Alex Gordon and I were talking while sitting in the Royals dugout. Laid on the dugout bench between us were three fresh pieces of gum, lined up in a row. Greg Holland walked up, grabbed one of the pieces of gum, unwrapped it, and popped it in his mouth.
Alex looked at Holly and told him to go back up to the clubhouse and get him another piece of gum. Greg rolled his eyes and asked what kind. At the time, Holland hadn’t been in the big leagues that long and didn’t know that grabbing the piece of gum was a mistake: He was messing with Gordon’s pre-game routine.