Randy Ready - Professional Playing Days

Professional Playing Days

Ready played in Puerto Rico's winter league for the Indios de Mayagüez in 1985-86. On June 12, 1986, Ready was traded by the Milwaukee Brewers to the San Diego Padres for a player to be named later. The San Diego Padres sent Tim Pyznarski on October 29, 1986 to the Milwaukee Brewers to complete the trade.

Only days after his trade to San Diego, Ready's wife Doreen suffered a heart attack that caused brain damage. At the time the Readys had three children. Four years later, Ready was awarded 24.7 million dollars by a jury that ruled a physician who had prescribed diet pills to Doreen Ready was responsible for the heart attack she had suffered.

On June 2, 1989, he was traded by the San Diego Padres with John Kruk to the Philadelphia Phillies for Chris James.

On April 28, 1991, Ready was on the verge of completing a rare unassisted triple play. In the first inning of a game against the San Diego Padres, Ready caught a line drive hit by Tony Gwynn, stepped on second to force out Paul Faries and could have easily tagged out Tony Fernandez for the third and final out, but he elected to throw the ball to first baseman Ricky Jordan. It was the Phillies' first triple-play in the history of Veterans Stadium.

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