On days like this, baseball would make Michael as happy as it ever did. No umpires. No coaches. No rules except the ones you made up.
Mike LupicaTag: baseball
don't give up till the buzzer sounds
-coach joey
shut up
Mike LupicaI can't say 'why me,' Brady. That's one of the big no-can-do's. Because if I do that now that bad stuff has happened to me, why didn't I say it about all the amazing stuff that happened to me before?
Mike LupicaTag: attitude-toward-life
He imagined himself as a sprinter now, felt his arms and legs pumping, thought of the old Cuban sprinter his father used to tell him about.
Juan something?
No, no.
Juantarena.
Alberto Juantarena.
His father said it was like watching a god run. And his father, the old fool, wasn't even Cuban, he was Dominican. The only Dominican who wanted to talk about track stars instead of baseball.
Michael still thought of Havana as home, because he was born there. And he had been Miguel Arroya there.
Here, he was Michael.
If there are real angels in the world," Michael said to his brother, "how come they're never around when we need them?
Mike LupicaIt's like they take poison and then hope for the other person to die.
Mike LupicaA family of three had become, in Michael Arroyo's young mind, an army of two.
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