He could indeed pitch, AND donate a shoulder to Ben Sheets. There's nothing he can't do. I remember this one game I went to, the Crew was down 7-0 due to bad umping, lack of hitting, and plain old bleeding runs by the pitching staff. The Brewers payroll was woefully low, the stadium was completely lethargic and without energy, and my throat was dry from lack of beer and only $2 in my pocket to remedy the problem. Just then, Bill Hall takes over playing the organ, rouses the stadium to life with a rousing medley consisting of Beethoven's 9th, AC/DC's "You Shook me All Night Long", as well as selected tracks from "K-Tel's Baseball Stadium Favorites", "Favorte Irish Fight Songs", and "The Best of German Dance - Electronique". No sooner is he done with that than he is serving me a beer and making change for me from my $2, with enough money left for a tip for himself, and a whopping $25M leftover to raise the payroll for the team. He goes in to pitch, calls his own balls and strikes, and manages to actually erase four runs from the prior inning. Next inning in the lineup he hits a grand-slam, and the Crew wins 4-3. He is Babe Ruth, Mozart, Bugs Bunny, and Woody Woodpecker, all in one.