By Charlie HustonIt’s 3 thousand miles from the fairway fields of glory, the place Henry “call me Hank” Thompson as soon as performed California baseball, to the decrease East part of ny, the place the tenements are previous, the rents are excessive, and the drunks are soiled. yet now Hank is right here, operating as a bartender and caring for a cat named Bud who's without doubt going to get him killed.
It starts whilst Hank’s neighbor, Russ, has to go away city in a hurry and fingers over Bud in a provider. however it isn’t till Russians in tracksuits drag Hank over the bar on the joint the place he works and beat him to a pulp that he starts off to get the belief: anyone wishes anything from him. He simply doesn’t be aware of what it truly is, the place it really is, or how you can cause them to comprehend he doesn’t have it.
Within twenty-four hours Hank is operating over rooftops, swinging his outdated aluminum bat for the candy spot of a guy’s head, taking part in conceal and search with the NYPD, using the subway with a useless guy at his aspect, and counting plenty of funds on a concrete floor.
All as a result of cowboys, Russian mafia males, and a few of the most eldritch goons ever assembled in a single position. All due to Bud. All simply because as soon as, in one other lifestyles, in one other global, the one factor Hank sought after was once to take 3rd base—without getting caught.
From the Hardcover edition.