As the scouts held their mass vigils, young George Brett came to know them more by faces than names.
“I’d see the same guys in the stands all the time,” he said. “I’d see them talking to my dad all the time, but I really didn’t get to know them.”
Just the same, he came to have a fair handle on their names.
There was Joe Stephenson of the Boston Red Sox, Brett remembers, and that once Stephenson brought to a practice Neil Mahoney, the organization’s farm director.
About two weeks before the 1971 draft, someone came around from the San Francisco Giants — “George Genovese, or something, I think.” And, yes, Genovese was right.
Brett didn’t know who the Angels guy was that showed up, but “I think there was a guy from the Reds named Barton,” he recalls, and probably it was Larry Barton.
“And Rosey, of course,” Brett said.
That one he knew with conviction. That one was the charismatic Rosey Gilhousen, then the Royals’ West Coast scouting supervisor.