There were days, now and then, that he passed huddled in his bathrobe in front of the television, flinching from the pain, curling up in sorrow and wondering how in God's name he would summon the strength
again to make the quip that would put everyone around him at ease, to tell the world in that
hoarse, hyped voice, You got ta get it into the middle, it's the only way to heat a trap defense!