Lucky Seven (2009)
“Baseballs were flying like happy, white butterflies fresh out of cocoons, and George Maxwell Jones was perched on a branch of a cherry tree, gently detaching handfuls of delectable fruit and eating them with gusto.
The tree, a mighty stanchion that had withstood many winter storms, was one of several on his father’s land. Far below in the valley was the Jefferson High School baseball field, where figures were scooting around like worried ants.
George Maxwell Jones uttered a deep-throated sound in indignation at the sport going on down there and cast another hand ful of cherries into his mouth. Once or twice he had pictured himself in a Jefferson High uniform and had to admit to himself that it didn’t look bad on his six-foot-two frame. Only when he visualized himself scampering after a ground ball did he switch off the picture as he would a TV show. Somehow his long legs never wanted to progress at any speed that demanded extra exertion, and a slowpoke could never make the team.
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