Chapter Eight––––––––
Matt checked the on-deck circle. Sure enough, resting on one knee was that asshole, Marty Callahan. The catcher for the Bucks was a brawny guy who also held their RBI record. The Philly manager had moved him into clean-up position. With a man on first by a bloop single, this Buck was a threat.
Jackson remembered that Cally liked his pitches low and outside. He also liked to be called “Marty” and hated the nickname “Cally.” Sounds like a girl’s name, the bruiser had said to Matt one night at Freddie’s. The ’Hawk’s had let some of the Bucks tag along to their favorite spot after a game. The Nighthawks had won, and so were in a generous mood. Dan Alexander, the winning pitcher, had even bought a round for the Philly boys.
That’s the night Matt had come up with the obn
