May God bless you and your...
Summer, 1973. I am shagging fly balls for my brother's little league team up at Malone Elementary. I turn away for a moment and someone yells "heads up". I turn back in time to raise my hands and knock the ball down. I look at my right hand and notice the tip of my index finger is bent at a 90 degree angle. Its early evening, so we figure Doc Laney is at home, not in the office. I walk to his house with a buddy. Knock on the door. Doc answers, takes one look at my finger and...
Nick Wetherall
April 16, 2008 | Minnetonka, MN




