August 28, 2008 I played on the Lynchburg Mets in 78. We had a very good team that year. Won the championship. About halfway thru the year word came down that an ex big leaguer would be joining the club. One that had pitched in the 75 World Series. We were on the road, and my roomie had been sent down, so who does Mr Burton room with?...you got it....me. I was a single 22 year old, having a good year and a good time if I don't mind saying. Jim was a Christian man, firm in his belief. To say that we were the odd couple would be an understatement, but Jim and I hit it off great. He had some mechanical problems on the mound and struggled at first, but soon got things ironed out and then started to kick butt. Coming down the stretch he was our best pitcher and he pitched a whale of a game in the playoffs against a loaded Peninsula team. The following spring he was gone. Jim had a great attitude and was fun to be around. I would always say "come on ol' man, this ain't the bigs." He would just laugh. I think Jim enjoyed his final summer in the game with us lowly A-ballers.