Major Stanley Friend held the bottle by the neck. It felt good in his hands, like a baseball bat.
He took a practice swing.
He held the empty bottle aloft, like Norm Cash in the on-deck circle.
Norm Cash.
Stormin’ Norman.
The Tigers had been something.
Cash, Kaline, Lolich, McClain.
From TRINITY and the SHORT-TIMER
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