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My line for the season:
9 starts. 1-7. 5.58 ERA. 61.1 IP. 26 BB. 29 K.
"That dadburn leadoff hitter they had. He just killed me, man."
The Fresno leadoff hitter had gone 4 for 5 with 2 2B, an RBI and scored a run.
"He kept innnings going and got innnings started."
"His name is Bernie Williams," Coach Broadway said. "He's one of those guys who will go on to be one of the most dominant hitters in history."
We were talking again in the bullpen as the game went on in Modesto.
"And he's with the Giants. Meaning if we both get to the majors, I'll be seeing a lot of him over the years."
We were down 1-0 after the first inning.
"What about this team? Modesto? Who is the best shot at being a big leaguer?"
Broadway thought for a few minutes.
"Their center fielder. Mark What."
We scored in the third innning and it was 1-1.
The conversation turned to the news we had heard yesterday.
"Athletes sometimes are treated as superhuman," Broadway said. "And that can lead them to thinking they are invincible."
The A's got a run in the fifth and went back up 2-1.
"I saw that in Texas with football players mostly," I said. "Kids grounded for fumbling the football but not for failing math."
"This drug thing is different. It can kill someone. As you can see."
"I can't speak for nobody else, coach, but I don't mess with that stuff."
He patted me on the shoulder. "I believe you. You do seem too intelligent to do something that stupid."
2-1 was the final. Bringing our win streak to an end.
I walked out of the bullpen, feeling the weight of 50 eyeballs bearing down upon me.
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