Kevin Smith

Fielder's Choice (eBook, ePUB)

• Format: ePub

Produktbeschreibung

Timmy Burke is growing up in Boston in the last year of Nixon's reign. The neighborhood bully is giving him the eye , he's going through puberty , and his Dad can't stop drinking. A good deed gets him access to the Red Sox dugout where he befriends a Cuban slugger who has a supernatural aura. A mobster's son sees the baseball player , Manuelito Santos , as a way out of his gambling debts. The parish priest who dated Timmy's Mom in high school debates God's logic and mercy over Bushmill's and Budweiser with the Jewish baseball scout who discovered Santos.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Kevin Smith
• Erscheinungstermin: 9. März 2018
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9781370998791
• Artikelnr.: 52286013

Autorenporträt

I was born when Winston tasted good , like a cigarette should. We ran across a baseball field with my Dad to watch Jack Kennedy's motorcade . We were offered protection underneath our desks from Soviet warheads. A couple of years later, the motorcade made the fatal mistake of slowing to a crawl in Dallas . They got him. They. Anyway, I grew up a normal ,conflicted youth. I had the ability to go so deeply into a book, that it was real, it was a variation of the fugue state I entered when playing sports. The British Invasion blew my mind and saved me. Every few years they cook up a new excuse to slaughter young men and civilians. This one they called Vietnam. I thank God that I got a high number in the lottery and I thank and honor those who went and those who didn't return. The conflicted kid , became a conflicted adult . Fifteen years later , the grace of God pulled me from a booze and drug laced spiral. I married a sweet , sweet woman and we were blessed with a beautiful boy and a beautiful girl. I lucked out and ended up as a conductor on the railroad. Twenty-eight years and out. Now , I want to wrassle all those fragments of stories that have spun through my brain for years.