I still don't think he can play first. It's an athletic thing to me, not a weight thing. So i agree with Matt.
And since his name was mentioned, now you're going to have to listen to my Boog Powell story.
In the 60's, when the O's were awesome, I was with a couple friends at a White Sox game in Old Comiskey. The team wasn't going anywhere, but our best starter, Juan Pizarro,was going, so we went out We had bad seats somewhere in the grandstand and looked out and saw there was absooutely no one in the right field upper deck. So we decided to go out there and 'take over' the section. (In those days, they didn't bother closing off any of the really bad seats.)
So we're sitting there all by ourselves and Frank Robinson smashes a line drive up the middle that Pizarro reaches up and tries to catch. He didn't. It went over the center field fence, never more than about 18 feet off the ground. Remember that screamer that Nellie hit out the last week? Like that...but 430 feet straight away.
So, that was pretty cool and then Boog steps in and hits the highest pop up we'd ever seen, right to second base. But when we looked down at Nellie Fox waiting to make the catch--he was looking up back towards us. And so was the right fielder. In fact, the ball was hit DIRECTLY at us--but over our heads, too. It went out of the park--a mammoth shot.
About five minutes later a couple sportswriters worked their way up to us and asked whether we had heard it hit on top of the roof. This was important...because as we were well aware...no one had ever cleared the roof in right on the fly.
But we were young and innocent and told the truth--and thus lost our 15 minutes of fame when our names did not appear in the sports pages of at least a couple of the Chicago dailies the next morning. No one else knew whether it bounced or not.
We coulda been contenders...