Carl Yastrzemski has a posse.

Carl Yastrzemski turns 72 today. One of the last of baseball’s tough guys, he’ll tell you about a time when rookie hazing meant punching a guy in the gut and looting his home, the “post game spread” was an X-rated dancer out of Chelsea, and the only valid reason for sitting out a game was that you’d been shot or sent to Vietnam.

As to the scope of his awesomeness? Back in the day, the guy had his own bread and kielbasa. They don’t give that shit to just anybody.

The last major league player to win the Triple Crown for batting, he’s earned his steak and whiskey chaser today. Enjoy it, Yaz. And thanks for the memories.