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Chung Mong Koo, chairman of South Korea's Hyundai Motor, carefully scrutinizes a newly designed gearshift lever for the automaker's Sonata sedan while his entire senior management team hovers around, anxiously awaiting his approval. The execs are justifiably edgy. Engineers added a plastic plate beneath the shifter to prevent spilled coffee and other flotsam from falling into the mechanism and gumming it up. It's a minor change, but no one is treating it that way, least of all Chung, a hard-nosed, detail-oriented boss with a penchant for micromanagement. ("He still makes the decision...
Coiled to the left of home plate, he has scarcely stirred from the position he staked nearly 23 major league seasons, almost 4,192 hits, ago. The brush-cut hair that blew to bangs and billowed to bouffant has been tamed and dyed. The kneesprung crouch has lost barely a trace of temper. The burly body remains respectably taut, a gunnysack full of cantaloupes and cannonballs. The seamed and arid face, a slowly eroding riverbed, is as wide open as a gap-toothed grin. It is the map of an obstinate man with 737 doubles who still flings himself flat...
...respectable period this year his average held near .300, and while it has cooled to around .270, 56 walks have plumped his on-base percentage to a sensational .393, third in the National League. "I can't ask my players to be selective at the plate if I'm not," he reasons. Also, he has been hit by the pitcher three times. "I have to show them how to use their elbows, don't I?" Pitchers try to overpower Rose inside, but his solution to waning bat speed has long been just to choke up a little more. Soon...
...that truly interested Cobb: theft of a base, the hit and run, advancing from first to third on a bunt and unbounded psyching of the opponent. He knew, for example, that Walter Johnson had a lethal fastball but that he never threw at the batter. So Cobb crowded the plate and worked the fireballer for walks and opposite-field hits. Cobb often drooped listlessly at the plate, then ran the bases furiously, colliding with infielders and leaving their blood in the dust. All along, he bench-jockeyed with the worst of them. More than the changed quality of travel...
...rest area and returned to the highway and almost instantly spotted a fire-engine-red Mini-Cooper with white racing stripes. The entwined red sox were emblazoned on the passenger-side door and, as we passed, we noticed the team's insignia dominant on the front hood. The license plate (Connecticut) read BEATNY...