«I am sure you have
heard the manager talk about those
little «furies» — that when we lose the
ball we have to win it back as quickly as possible.
At fifteen, I fancied myself a bold individualist, lapping up Camus, Salinger, and Elie Wiesel and thinking overmuch about the different drummer I imagined that I
heard, though in reality that meant
little more than heading off to the woods with a book, orange juice, and cookies on warm Saturday afternoons while others played
ball.