Pitchers' Duel
July, 1981
He stood on the pitcher's mound with a baseball in his hand--a tall, gangling boy of 12 in a little-league uniform that was so small for him, the pants legs barely reaching his knees, that he resembled a stick figure. I remember he had a long face, and pale skin, and that his eyes were wide and unblinking, like those of a trapped animal.He did not look like a pitcher, not even a little-league pitcher. He had to pause a second before each pitch to remind himself how to put his foot on the rubber,...
