Tuesday, May 1, 2012
the last book I ever read (The Complete Game, excerpt two)
from Ron Darling's The Complete Game: Reflections on Baseball and the Art of Pitching:
At some point during this massacre, I looked over to the Mets bullpen. It was a bush league move. I did it without thinking about it, but it was a sign of desperation and inexperience. I was dejected, beaten. My manager and my pitching coach must have seen me as half-expecting to be pulled from the game. I'm sure I had that bewildered, deer-in-the-headlights look. It was the first and only time in my career that I turned toward the bullpen like that, hoping someone would be throwing, getting ready to rescue me from a mess of my own making.
It may have been a quick, nothing glance toward the outfield, but Davey Johnson must have noticed it, and you can bet he read something into it, because he sprinted out to the mound. My first thought was, Gee, Davey doesn't run that well anymore.