Wouldn't it be loverly?, July 6, 2006
This is a delightful love story about a short stop and his second baseman, the only fault of which is...the ending is SO happy. Excuse me, but there will be a black man (and probably a white woman as well) in the White House before Major League Baseball accepts homosexuiality among its own. Lefcourt, writing in 1992, thought, well, maybe if I set the story in 1998 (which he does!)-maybe...it could happen then. Well, it's 2006, and it hasn't happened yet. Give it another 30 years. MLB..er, SUCKS!
Review posted on amazon.com by me.
"I dropped like a plum line from Wyoming to Juarez."
"No. Jack. A plum line is. A plum lines goes down 3-D You drop it off the top of a building, and it heads for the sidewalk. It goes towasrd the center of the earth."
"I know what a plum line is."
--new story.
Keep on truckin'