Tim was a knuckleballer, throwing slow pitches that moved erratically and unpredictably. There are few, if any, pitching knuckleballs in the majors today.
Tim on the mound was one of a kind. What I didn’t know when I watched him was that he was one of a kind in the community, in the city.
We’re not talking about the high profile charities with celebrity gala dinners and massive media coverage.
Tim did the hard work, visiting sick children in hospital, turning up to host small isolated events, donating large and small sums wherever and whenever he could help.
He died on the last day of the regular season and the Sox came through for him with with a win against the Orioles.
Throughout Boston and baseball, throughout New England and here in Warwick, in the heart of old England, he will be remembered.