No Trade

No TradeI have went through some changes in life. Vietnam put me in the hospital, but the American League pennant race almost park me six foot under. My road roomy, Kid, say, "Roland, why you don't just forget the man, play out your option and sell your ass first week of November?"Kid, he remind me of my own self when I come up: quick and brash and dumb as a box of rocks. Where I would go, anyway? Thirty-eight-year-old with a bad attitude. Troublemaker, too. "Cleveland," Kid...