His fingers dialed a familiar number. When Art Talbot answered the phone in Cedar City, Utah, his youngest son had a request.
"I'd been praying that he'd keep his moral compass, with so much that can happen on the road, with players going to the bars and making hay," Art Talbot said. "He asked if I would send him his scriptures. We sent him those, and things changed."
Six years later, Talbot was having lunch near Lake Erie with his wife, Julie, and gave a cashier his credit card. The man looked at the card, then quickly back at the couple. They wondered if they needed to show ID.
Then it happened. It was the kind of moment that made the past eight years worth it. The cashier looked up and said, "You're Mitch Talbot. You're the Mitch Talbot. I'm in shock. I don't know what to say."
Mitch Talbot has arrived. He's an elder in the North Olmsted Ward, Cleveland Ohio Stake, not to mention an inning-eating pitcher for the Cleveland Indians. After spending seven years in the minors, the 26-year-old starting pitcher and former second-round draft pick finally has a spot in a big league rotation. And his family couldn't be more happy — or supportive.