SPORTS
August 10, 1986 | THOMAS BOSWELL, The Washington Post
To talk about the designated hitter, first you meet Mr. DH. Hal McRae puts on his glove--his batting glove, not a fielder's glove, of course--and steps into the cage. He looks like an ancient, arthritic man, all of whose joints hurt. Is that a bat or a cane he's got? He's so old that he has a son playing in Class A ball, a son who wasn't even born until three years after the father began breaking bones as a pro.