Friday, April 27, 2012

the last book I ever reread (Ball Four, excerpt thirteen)



from Jim Bouton's Ball Four:

Garry Roggenburk left the club. Gordie Lund, his roommate, said he woke up this morning, saw him packing and said, "Where you going?"

"I'm going home," Roggenburk said.

He marched in on Marvin Milkes, said that he had no interest in the game anymore, didn't enjoy it, was through with it and was going home. The next thing Gordie knew he was driving him to the airport.

I know Roggenburk has his four years in on the pension and has a college degree and planned to go into teaching this fall. The trouble is, when you're a marginal player and you walk out, you can't come back. No one runs after you. You get marked down as a nut and it's all over. I don't know if Garry full appreciated that fact when he left. Sometimes it's better not to act. Sometimes it's better just to sit around and grouse.

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