Dempster: So there’s another player for another team that is up there hitting. And (Dusty) says, “Demp, come here, man.” He’s got the double wristbands on. He’s giving signs over to Wendell Kim at third base. He’s got the toothpick in and the game’s going on. He’s like, “Hey, that’s your boy, huh?” I said, “Yeah, we’re really good buddies.” It was a guy I played with before. He just goes, “Yeah, he’s a burner, huh?” I go, “Well, I mean, maybe he could steal like 20 bases if you gave him the green light.” And he just looks over at me – the game’s going on – and he goes, “No, motherf—er, like a burner,” and he makes the sign like you’re smoking weed. And I go, “Well, yeah, I think so? How did you know that?” And he just goes, “Heh heh, man, if you’ve been a burner, you can always tell another burner.” I mean, this guy smoked weed
with Jimi Hendrix.
Arroyo: Supposedly he’d have two black bags, and I always saw these two black bags and I never thought much of it. Somebody said in one of the bags he had a gas mask, iodine pills because he was a bit of a prepper. Just in case nuclear war breaks out, he needed these things. As a big-league manager, you’re worried about your food from this mom-and-pop place in San Fran, you’ve got this bag in case war breaks out, you’re thinking about Joey Votto, you’re thinking about Hank Aaron’s mother. He’s just so eclectic, it’s hard to put him in a category with anyone else.
Arroyo: Miguel Cairo used to have this habit of sneaking into the kitchen and getting into some food and I don’t know if he was doing it on purpose, but he ate Dusty’s soup one day. Dusty started figuring out that Cairo was the one eating his food and he was basically like, “Don’t ever do that again or I’m going to cut ya.” You don’t play with Dusty’s food, man.
Someone in the comments gave this story:
I'm telling you, there's nobody like him. My wife and I, and my 2 sons (15 and 12 at the time) were at Redsfest years ago. He came up to us and just chatted like old friends, found out we are from the Indy area. He was crazy excited to be going to Bengals at Colts in a suite the next day as Marvin Lewis' guest. We then accidentally entered a VIP room instead of the season ticket holder room, everything was amazing...I loaded up a plate of prime rib and about that time a guy with the Reds informed us we were in the wrong room and had to leave. Dusty sees it all and walks over and says "they're with me, VIP's". We ate and drank with Dusty. Later on, back downstairs in Redsfest he's walking along through a crowd and just comes over and playfully punches my 15 year old in the arm like old buddies would do. A special, special dude.