each night , third baseman vinny castilla disparaged us and our teams livelihood on third base , not by his words , not by his looks , just with the bat as if by some unconceivable power he could only swing at nothing , vinny castillas balls never found green grass , never found brown dirt , his feet never reaching an extra base , inconceivable hate never erupting , never manifesting itself , not even festering , vinny castilla was wholly pleased with his play and his paycheck .