"Now, Gordon's going to be starting in right field today...and he's a slow runner and a poor thrower...but he's got a heart the size of Texas, damnit."
- Frank DiChristina, my high school baseball coach, addressing the team before a 1994 game
It's true. My late-blooming 17-year old arm left something to be desired on the varsity baseball field. But I am Ichiro Suzuki compared to the other people tossing tennis balls around the dog run here in the South Slope. Stepping with the wrong foot, throwing the ball straight into the ground, awkward sidearms, screwing up aim and accidentally hitting dogs or tossing the ball clear of the premises altogether...these are all standard occurrences at the park. Inside the fences of the dog run, my arm's also the size of a state.
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