Hutch put me in anyway and I worked two scoreless innings. Boyer did dribble a hit through my legs, causing Hutchinson extreme pain.

"Don't we have one goddamn pitcher who can field a ground ball?" He yelled from the dugout.

The ball had been hit more softly than I was used to and I had flinched when it came my way. Musial hit the next slider with more authority, the line drive bouncing off Coleman's glove before Gordy had a chance to flinch. That break helped me settle down and Schoendienst popped up to end the inning.

Gus Bell led off the tenth inning with a single off Broglio, so Keane brought McDaniel in to pitch. Blasingame bunted Chacon (running for Bell) to second base, and Kasko singled to left. When Charlie James fumbled the ball in left field Chacon scored easily and I tripped on the dugout steps in my haste to shake everybody's hands. (pp. 226-227)

My car [a 2004 Toyota Prius], which I named Holly Go-Lightly for obvious reasons, is a perfect birding car for more than her great gas mileage—her gas engine cuts off when stopped, making her incredibly quiet when I'm listening for birds on the road, even when I stay inside the car. Every now and then when I turn the car off, a fan goes on which makes an audible whirring sound for 2 or even 3 minutes, but I can hear a Blackburnian Warbler or Sedge Wren over it, and I don't have to step far away from the car to stop hearing the whir.