article written by Tim Wendel
I'll miss our conversations because Feller always spoke his mind. Sometimes he didn't think much of today's ballplayers, calling them spoiled. I wondered how many of them would do what Feller had done: Enlist in major conflict, in his case World War II, and sacrifice four seasons in the prime of his career. Still, the hard-throwing, right-hander wasn't so set in his ways that he couldn't appreciate today's game and some of its stars.
Feller was so old school he often didn't ice his arm after starts. "Ice is for drinks," he often said.
So when I told him that Tim Lincecum, the fireballer for the San Francisco Giants, also rarely iced his arm, Feller immediately took interest. No matter that Lincecum has long hair, rarely comes to the ballpark in a suit and tie, let alone dressing to the nines for a film session against a motorcycle.
"Is that right?" Feller said. "I'll have to keep an eye on that kid."
Like a lot of people from that era Bob Feller was a stud