
Still Jackin' For a man considered to be baseball's bastion of truth and integrity, Mark McGwire is one hell of a liar. "Nothing at all," was his reply to the simple, somewhat silly question, What about this year's spring training is different from last year's? "It's the same as always." This was roughly 30 seconds after McGwire , en route to the visitors' clubhouse at Dodgertown in Vero Beach , Fla. , was greeted by a throng of 100 or more fans—including one woman who'd waited six hours for an autograph—pushing and shoving one another against a metal fence. McGwire played 4� innings in Sunday's game against LA When he didn't jog out to first base for the bottom of the fifth, half the 6,694 in attendance seemed to suddenly blow away. Nothing at all? "I still don't know how he deals with it so well," says outfielder J.D. Drew , the Cardinals ' rookie phenom. "Everywhere Mark goes, people are yelling his name, asking for a minute. You'd think spring would be more laid back. Not for him." McGwire insists he doesn't mind. Really. "This is all part of my job," he says, "and I love my job." However, McGwire cannot go to a mall, take a stroll, catch a movie—even in the sleepy town of Jupiter, Fla. , where the Cardinals are based. "I'm not into swimming or fishing," he says. "I don't do much here." One thing he does do is hit home runs. In seven games he had five dingers in only 14 at bats, including two blasts on Sunday against Dodgers lefty Carlos Perez. His first-inning homer barely cleared the left-field fence. His second, a shot worthy of the Apollo program, smacked off the scoreboard in right center and fell to a grassy knoll. A dozen kids swarmed to the ball like pigeons after a bread crumb. Keith Barrett, a skinny 17-year-old, pushed two tykes out of the way, threw an elbow, dived headfirst and came up a winner. "No way I'm sellin' this baby!" Barrett screamed. One hundred dollars? someone suggested. "No way." Five hundred?
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