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Canal Dover, Ohio
May 29, 1896
Lafe Keefer winced as he swung his right arm back and forth. "It's no use," he said. "I can't lift it past my shoulder."
"Can't you still pitch underhand, Lafe?" asked Dan Mueller.
Lafe shook his head. "I haven't tried that in years, Dan. And I'm not about to try...not on Decoration Day, and not against New Philly."
Jacob App nodded gravely. The self-appointed captain of the Canal Dover town team, Jacob didn't want to put a lame-armed pitcher who could only whip the ball in underhanded in the box against their rivals from New Philadelphia.
"We'll need to find a pitcher, then," he concluded. "Any of you fellows have an idea?"
John Callahan spoke up quickly. "My boy Charlie can pitch."
App looked hard at Callahan for a moment. "I know he's a big, strong youngster, John...but he's what? Fourteen?"
"He'll be sixteen in two weeks," Callahan said. "And he can throw a ball through a barn door."
"I don't know, John," said Keefer. "Those New Philly boys are heavy hitters."
"But they've never seen Charlie's stuff," Callahan countered. "He's got a curve and a pretty little drop now. He can hit a piece, too. And if Charlie pitches, the rest of us can all play our usual positions.
"What do you say, Jake?"
Jacob App stroked his chin and finally nodded. "Tell your boy to get some rest. He's pitching tomorrow."
Last edited by Big Six; 03-16-2009 at 08:11 PM.
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