Though he was nine years older, Frank Torre, who broke into the majors with the Milwaukee Braves in 1956, served as a mentor to his younger brother growing up on Avenue T in Brooklyn, and later as a father figure after their parents split up. It was Frank Torre who realized his not-so-little little brother, who had ballooned to 240 pounds with a 40-inch waist by the time he was a junior as third baseman, first baseman and pitcher at St. Francis Prep, was in danger of eating himself right out of a promising baseball career, not to mention a long life. "You're a fat slob," Frank chided him. "With all that blubber, you'll never become a big leaguer. You're too fat to be anything but a catcher. Better quit fooling around with pitching and playing the infield. Buy yourself a catcher's mask and go on a diet."