Time was — just a three or four years ago — when French baseball closed down for July and August. All the diamonds stood empty; all…
Like the proverbial lion with a thorn in its paw, I was feeling irritable and out of sorts. My departure from Comets had left me in a foul mood. I swore at the apple trees, kicked the stone troughs in front of our house and sulked over dinner. All of…
It was a subdued group which gathered for the first practice after the Comets/Phoenix rainout. Axel was concerned by the dispirited attitude and called a meeting to give a pep talk. “Look, guys,” he said, “we’ve got another game Sunday — a…