Life on the Bottom RungChapter 6
Orlie's kisses were as sweet as I had known they would be, and before she threw me out for the night, I'd not only gotten to first base, I'd stolen second! I went back to my ugly apartment a happy minor league manager. Not long after that, we went on the road for nine games in nine days -- a swing through half of the six-team Western Division of the league. We stayed in bottom-of-the-barrel motels, two men to a room, $38 a pop -- special group rate. When we weren't on the ball field,...