"Do what you want, Dave," they said. "It's your decision. But remember that you don't give sprinters like that even the smallest advantage in training and still hope to beat them. Not even you can do that."
Dave was convinced—but he still felt he owed a debt to Parker.
"He came to me," said Ace, "and asked me what would I do in his place. Well, I hated the thought of losing him, even for one year, but I'll tell you what I told him. 'Dave,' I said, 'how many people do you think there are in the world?' He said, 'Several billion, I guess.' 'Well, Dave, how many do you think get to the Olympics?' I asked. He said, 'Several hundred, I guess.' 'Well, boy,' I told him, 'if I had a chance to be one in a million, I don't think it would take me long to decide.' "
So David William Sime is taking a sabbatical from baseball. It may be his last because he wants to be a doctor and he believes that with coaching and determination—and a lot of old-fashioned hard work—he can someday make the big leagues and pay his own way. By the same token, although still years away from his peak, he may never again seriously race down the white-laned trail toward that mythical nine-second 100—for he also knows that there is no money in track.
There is only glory. And maybe a couple of Olympic gold medals. And, above all, some races to win and some guys to beat.
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