The Norman Claw

“Look at this,” Don said, coming in from a session of apple-tossing. “I can hardly get my hand into my glove.” It was the summer treve, or break in the season, after his first months playing with the Comets. He noticed a lump below the pinky finger on his left hand. We thought it was probably a…

A Hollywood Ending

It was time to face reality. My effort to pitch again had been a total flop. “It’s over,” I told Petie. “I really thought I could do it. . . .”

We were at home. Petie was sitting beside me, her hand massaging my shoulder. “You did everything you could but I think you’re…

The Big Blow up

Memories of that final game when the “B Boys” and I had romped to victory on the 4th of July made the summer break feel so good. I could hardly wait for the autumn half of the season. After the way I had pitched then, I was convinced I’d redeemed myself and was on the fast-track back to Team A.