Ah... One of the players mentioned. I knew his Great Uncle Joe. He owned a resort and bar up in Northwestern Wisconsin. It was a hang out for all us under aged beer drinkers back in the day. They spent their summers at the resort, and winters in Chicago, where they called home.
Joe was rough shod guy who would look into your eyes and ask if you were 18, and if you didn't flinch and said "yes," it was good enough for him. He liked drinking. A lot!
He had a hired hand who did the majority of the work around there. He had one arm. Lost his right arm in WWII. Everyone called him "Lefty" for obvious reasons.
Anyhow, Lefty was shtucking old Joe's wife, and she got pregnant. Apparently nobody knew it until one day that she went to the hospital and delivered a baby boy. Old Joe believed it was the second coming, because he and his wife didn't do the naughty bump, as he put it.
Nobody ever told him the truth.
I need to write a manuscript about all the crap that happened up there when I was a kid. There were times I believed our family was the only sane one in the county. And even then, there were times, with some of my relatives, that made me think we were kinda the same.