Petersburg Times said: "Fair and warmer...." Already the morning sun
was making my beer can sweat. I picked up a razor blade to cut out the sports
page headline: BROSNAN, MIZELL, HAL SMITH BRIGHTEST FOR CARDS.
more than we did down here," Hemus had said. "It rained a lot. But it
wasn't the fault of the weather. Everybody is in pretty good shape, and we've
had some pleasant surprises."
An uneasy feeling
gnawed at the pride I felt from reading the headline. Everything had gone well
this spring. Physically I had been loose and healthy. Mentally I had been
content. My mistakes hadn't cost me—those sliders that hung; most of them had
been popped up in the air. Could it be that I had been granted custody of the
"This is the
time of the year we can afford to experiment," Hemus had said, "and
make mistakes. We're in a little slump now as far as runs are concerned. But
we'll come out of it. And what better time than now!"
What better time,
indeed, to drain the last suds from a can of beer and throw the can into the
waves! Give that Budweiser a good start and it may go all the way. I watched
the sun gleam on the surface of the water-tossed can, until a car horn beeped a
summons. Then I gathered my luggage, locked the doors and headed North to open