Chapter One: Out Like Ted Williams
It's a terrible thing, Cyrus Nygerski thought as he crouched in the on-deck circle, to be washed up before the age of twenty.
But he was, he was. He contemplated his lofty batting statistics -- a .175 average with two home runs and a couple dozen RBI -- and the last egregious error that had prompted his manager to yank him out of the infield a week ago in the middle of an inning, embarrassing him in front of several hundred beer-sodden hometown fans. "You take that behind-the-back throw of yours," Cliff Gillespie had said with controlled fury (spitting a stream of tobacco juice at Nygerski's feet...