He moved to run a hand through her cornrows, then pulled back remembering the one time he's tried that-Connie had lectured him on the Eleventh Commandment: Thou shalt not touch thy black girlfriend's hair. Ever.
Barry LygaIn baseball, when you get into the batter's box, that's it. It's just you. It's one man against the world. All that matters in that moment is your individual achievement and your individual skill. There is literally nothing that anyone else on your team can do for you. Hell, they're all sitting on the bench, waiting to see what happens, just like the fans in the crowd! It's just you and your bat. And the ball.
Barry LygaAnd I think of nothing. I think of nothing but Rachel. What happens next is pure magic, and is for us and us alone.
Barry Lyga[She] was made up of skin and bones and hate and crazy, and hate and crazy don't weigh anything.
Barry Lyga