Dean was also feeling lukewarm about his chance to play in the Majors because he hadn’t earned the privilege. He’d be going to Cleveland by default, along with all the other farmhands. And when he got there, he wouldn’t be playing against anyone he hadn’t opposed before. When he tells his grandchildren of his experiences, he’ll have to tack on an asterisk. That was nothing to be proud of. He hoped that when this whole thing was over, he’d have another legitimate chance to work his way up on talent. Only then would he be able to shed that asterisk and talk freely of his career in the big league. Only then would there be no reservations.
Tomorrow was a day off. The right fielder decided he’d probably head to the local pool, get a real bodily suntan, not just the red face and arms and sunglass-shaped raccoon eyes outfielders were prone to on the ball field. He figured it would be his last vacation day for a while.
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