Tales From The Haunted Mansion Vol. 1: The Fearsome Foursome - Plot & Excerpts
No, not grave robbing. Baseball. The national pastime is baseball, a game that, more often than not, rewards failure. Don’t believe it? Consider this: a player with a .333 batting average, which means he gets out two of three times he steps up to the plate, is hailed as a superstar. That’s failing most of the time. And consider pitchers. They work every fourth game and aren’t expected to hit at all! If they do, they’re practically knighted for it. Crazy game, this national pastime. The perfect game. For Tim, that is. Tim had a genuine love of the game. Before Poe and Lovecraft entered his world, there were Ruth and DiMaggio. Tim could relay figures and spout stats till the teeth fell out of his skull. Or is it “stars fell out of the sky”? No matter. He knew everything about the game, but that didn’t help him in the one department he cared about most: playing the game. Tim couldn’t play baseball to save his soul. Not that he didn’t try. He’d joined Little League every year since he was seven.
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