For the first and last time, he was up there on the lightning green, where some have a prayer — some have a putt — and some, unbelieving, snatch greatness from another man’s...
When the season died out to just one more down — one more play — ten guys put their chips on a back field clown who won with a grin, lost with a laugh — and fought for eleven men’s...
The hook-shot kid was no longer part of the desperately battling quintet he had once sparkled to glory... but for one hurricane half, he had one more thing to give them — a downcourt miracle that could turn a five-star false alarm...
“You’re back in the bushes, kid, with one of your spikes in a rookie’s grave and one still touching a big league rubber. You can go back either way — but one is called a...