Maybe thekid will burn out, I text him now, getting back to the phenom.
Yeah, right,comes the reply.
* * * *
The two weeks take me to Cincinnati and Pittsburgh before the relief of San Francisco. I find myself tired in new ways, having to work at pitching, forcing what’s always been natural. And worst of all, Tommy goes into a slump. New York drops to third place in their division, as we do in ours. I know he’s beating himself up over it. Christ, what a pair we are.
Texts thin and calls don’t happen. As Tommy battles to regain whatever it is that’s wrecked his hitting, he goes quieter than ever before.
Talk to me, I text, but I get nothing, so I call, but that goes to voicemail. What makes it worse is I can’t ask anybody about him because that would give us away.
I scour the web for clues, trolling baseball sites for mention of him, but there’s nothing beyond talk about him being benched more than ever.