The Boy Who Saved Baseball
Chapter One
Tom Gallagher sensed the ghostly calm even before he
opened his eyes. In a hill town known for its harsh and
wild winds, the morning broke without even the whisper of
a breeze.
Tom had hoped today would be as ordinary, as possible.
He'd woken early, dressed, and finished off a plate of his
mother's chorizo con huevos, as he usually did on a Sunday
morning. Then he'd walked outdoors to pay his friendly old
neighbor, Doc Altenheimer, a friendly old visit, as he usually
did on Sundays. He'd stopped to pick up the paper at the foot
of Doc's long driveway, as usual. But today, Tom was planning
to do something unusual.
"Hey, Doc!" he called as he hustled toward the huge white
house. "Padres are in third!"
"Well, what do you know," Doc called back. "There's hope
yet, isn't there?"
The eighty-seven-year-old apple rancher sat at a yellow
kitchen table set smack in the middle of his long front porch.
He leaned out and slid a chair over the wooden deck boards.
"Come have a seat, Tom." Doc talked like he moved, slow
and easy. "Good to see a friendl ... read full excerpt from The Boy Who Saved Baseball ebook
