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by Edward D. Hoch
Let me tell you. there was a time not so long ago when a centaur would have been kept in a zoo or a circus. He certainly wouldn't have been allowed to play major league baseball. But times have changed, and we're more tolerant of people who are different. I suppose that's why Mark Eques ended up playing baseball for the New York Yankees.
But I'd better tell it from the begi
The idea of centaurs-creatures having the head, trunk and arms of a man and the body and legs of a horse-had been around since Ovid's Metamorphoses and Homer's lliad. It was Lucretius who declared that the creature must be mythical because horses reach maturity before humans, and are full-grown at three years of age. The horse would die fifty years before the man. All mis is true enough, but when Professor Hagger of Columbia University returned from me Greek island of Antikythira with a young living centaur early in the 22nd century, a great many preconceptions changed.
Like most everyone else in America, I'd equated centaurs with unicorns and other mythical beasts. Seeing one live on the evening news took some getting used to. Hagger christened the young creature Mark Eques, and set about educating him. It was quite a story for a month or two, during the slow news days of summer, but by fall Professor Hagger and his discovery had faded from view. Mark Eques was living on a farm in upstate New York, staying pretty much out of the public eye. A few years passed before we heard about him again, and this time it was an a
Mark found college to be difficult, and by me end of his first year it appeared he was ready to drop out. That was when Roscoe Greene, a scout for the New York Yankees baseball team, contacted Mark, and when I had my first meeting with the boy centaur.
I was a sportswriter on a Boston paper at the time, and I became interested in Mark when he attempted to run in the Boston marathon, They couldn't officially bar him from it, but they did me next best thing. They set up a special category for centaurs. Since he was the only known centaur on earth, he had no one to compete against but himself. There was no point in ru
But baseball was a different story.
Mark Eques had been ruled a handicapped person, and under federal regulations in those early years of the 22nd century, handicapped persons were allowed to play professional sports, so long as their handicap did not prevent them from performing their duties. I had to hand it to Roscoe Greene for coming up with that one.
An old girl friend in the Yankee front office tipped me off to what was happening, and I drove all night to reach the Dutchess County farm where Mark was living with Professor Hagger after completing his first year at Columbia. It was horse country, with the roads bordered on either side by neat white fences that extended back over the rolling hills as far as the eye could see.
As I pulled into the Hagger farm shortly after nine in the morning I saw that Roscoe Greene had arrived first. He stood at the fence speaking with Mark Eques. When he saw me he cursed, not too softly. "What in hell are you doing here, Da
"Hello, Roscoe. Glad to see you too. Is it true the Yankees are about to sign Mark here to a position in center field?'* Mark Eques, his hairy chest bare to the morning sun, gri
"I'm go
"What does Hagger say about all this?" I wanted to know.
"Why don't you ask him?" Greene answered smugly.
Professor Hagger must have observed my arrival, because he came out of the farmhouse to join us. When Greene introduced me. he said, "So the press is onto this already!
You don't waste any time."
"Da
"Has he ever played ball?" 1 asked the professor. "Is he any good at it?"
"His family apparently played a version of baseball,'* Hagger responded. "He remembers it as a child."
"I'm good," Mark Eques answered for himself. "They wouldn't let me run in the marathon but they can't stop me now."
"He has tremendous speed in the outfield," Professor Hagger confirmed. "Virtually nothing gets by him. His baseru
"What do you think, Roscoe?" I asked Greene.
"I think he has unlimited potential. Young, clean-cut- people will flock to the games just to see him play."
"The other managers will never allow it," I predicted.
"We've already got the courts behind us. Let the other clubs go out and hire their own centaur."
Mine was the first exclusive interview with Mark Eques on his signing with the Yankees, and for a week or two it wa§ quite a story. The other major league clubs grumbled, of course, until New York agreed to share with them the additional revenues Mark's appearance was expected to generate.
So, after a month of hoopla and further training, the centaur took the field for a July 4th doubleheader against the Boston Red Sox. I was there, of course, covering Boston on the road as I usually did, but so was just about every sportswriter in the country, along with all the TV and satellite people. It's a wonder there was any space left in the Yankees' new domed stadium for just plain fans.
Mark Eques galloped onto the field wearing his Yankee shirt and the crowd went wild. He removed his hat while the National Anthem was played, and then continued on into center field. The first i
He could hit too. He ended the day's doubleheader with two doubles and a single, which wasn't bad. The Yankees won the first game 5-3, and only dropped the nightcap 2-1 as a result of a ninth-i
The following week's games showed that his biggest strengths were in fielding and baseru
That was when I was approached by Lippy Lewis.
Lippy was a gambler who specialized in sports betting of any kind. He'd bet big money on Boston as an early-season favorite to take both the pe
"Lippy, you always did have a big mouth," I told him. "I guess that's how you got your name. Do you want me to run what you just said in tomorrow's edition? I could probably even get your picture in. What were you thinking of offering him-oats?"
Lippy shrugged. "Money. Women. He must have some weakness."
"Stay away from him, Lippy, or I will print that."
"Hell, you're a Boston guy! The Sox are your meal ticket too."
"Mark Eques is my meal ticket this year. He's the greatest thing that's happened to baseball in two decades. Stay away from him, Lippy, or you'll be in big trouble."
But 1 knew Lippy Lewis would do as he pleased, and I wasn't surprised the following week to see him chatting with Mark after a game, standing by the horse trailer that Professor Hagger used to make the run to and from his farm. The trailer was even used for games on the road. though it had to be transported by air between distant cities. I stood off to one side, waiting until Lippy departed, and then strolled up to Mark.
"Lippy's got a bad reputation," I said casually. "You shouldn't be seen talking to him too much."
"That guy? He doesn't bother me. He offered me money and girls to miss a few fly balls." Mark seemed to find the idea amusing.
"What did you say?"
"I told him I had enough money. As for girls, it's wrong to mate outside your species. Professor Hagger taught me that."
"But there are no female centaurs, are there?"
"Oh sure," he replied offhandedly. "They're just shy, that's all. They live in the caves and the mazes and no one ever sees them."
"I thought mazes were for Minotaurs."
Mark looked disgusted. "No one believes in them anymore."
Professor Hagger always attended the games, of course, transporting Mark back and forth in the trailer. 1 caught up with him at the next home appearance, with the Yankees now firmly in first place. "Has there been any more trouble with Lippy Lewis?" I asked.
Hagger looked surprised. "We haven't had any trouble with Lippy that I know about."
"I think he tried to bribe Mark to relax a bit. There's big money riding on the pe
"Mark wouldn't take a bribe."
"I'm sure he wouldn't. But if you have any trouble with Lippy, let me know. A few mentions in my column would cool him off.''
Hagger nodded. "We appreciate everything you've done for Mark already. Some of the press still treat him like a freak. Your stories make him seem like a human being."
"I've always considered Mark to be a human being."
Hagger smiled slightly. "Well, he's still a centaur. Nothing can change that.''
Mark Eques hit two home runs in that evening's game, and ran the bases like a stallion. His fielding was better than ever-so good, in fact, that the opposing manager raised the point in a post-game press conference that Mark should be ba