He's probably the smartest athlete out there, insightful, businesslike, professional and totally dedicated to giving the fans everything they would want when buying a ticket. Mention any of his four kids, ages 4 to 11, and he's mush.
But he's also a tireless, old-school grump at a time when a smooth sound bite or a slap on the back wins the day.
"I'm here to give the fan who is paying $50 a ticket a Dodgers win. Do you think those people who were paying $50 a ticket the last two weeks of the season came to watch us lose? I have no problem with our young players; I have a problem with losing."
And so, in a few weeks, Mr. Holly Jolly will join the Dodgers caravan, happy to schmooze with fans and see both young and old teammates, or as happy as a grump can ever be.
"I don't want to leave the game a grumpy old man," he says, "but if we don't win, I'm going to be grumpy."