This article appeared in the June 9, 2003 issue of ESPN The Magazine.
The best arm in the minor leagues -- that'll be the curse of him. What you have here, when it comes right down to it, is a boy who can throw heat ass and do little else. A boy who won't stop drinking, won't stop cussing and won't pay his own bills. What you have here is a 10th-grade education and a 100 mph fastball and a major league organization blinded by the light. It can't end well.
The speed gun shall set you free, or at least get you drafted out of the wilderness, and that's why Bobby Jenks stands before you today in a baseball uniform. His handshake will break your hamate bone, his slacks need to be let out at the calves and when scouts are asked to compare him to somebody, they say Curt Schilling or Paul Bunyan.