Monday, March 30, 2009
Strange, Sad News
He was so far ahead of the first pitch I threw him that the home run he hit hooked foul. The second pitch resulted in a blistering line drive that would have hit the third base coach if he had not been quick enough to duck. The third pitch was my best sucker pitch — a knuckle floater that landed a foot in front of the plate: strike three, followed by a pale ash club thrown down the third base line in anger. Now, this morning, forty years after that Babe Ruth game, a message arrives: he is an unexpected suicide.