It's the big talkers that usually end up silent at the end of a game, when their mouth has written checks that their body just didn't cash. Not so in Anthony Muck's case. He laughed. He joked. He screamed. He (jokingly) mocked the other teams, his own team, and himself. When playing catcher he shook hands and chatted with kickers, all the while remarking what fun the game was. He even had complimentary remarks for your friendly neighborhood umpire. Meanwhile, his game was up to snuff as well. Anthony was good on the field and kicking, including one of the most perfectly placed kicks we've ever seen in UK, slicing up the third base line into the outfield and landing in fair territory by about 3 inches; a big run scorer at a crucial time. Anthony was the rock for his team in a strong championship run, and a great sport to boot. Congratulations, Stinky Fingers!