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...Christ three times a week. In the months before my brother and I went to Little Rock to see Jedi open, I prayed the Lord would send me to live with Han and Chewie. I doubted my ability to perform Jedi-like feats, but I figured the Obi-Wan ghost would help me. This was a period when I came home from school with spitballs in my hair...
Devoted Springsteen fans will sense immediately where Devils & Dust is headed, largely because the Boss has left his boot prints on this territory before, most famously on 1982's Nebraska and 1995's The Ghost of Tom Joad. Those albums chronicled closed lives in open spaces with the kind of ascetic social realism you might find in a particularly earnest newspaper series, but they also had Springsteen's venerable empathy to warm them up and dramatize them. Fact and feeling mingle again on Devils, but not always in the proper proportion. The boxer on The Hitter who passes his estranged...
...table. And Ueberroth conceded later, "I put myself at risk. We couldn't let a strike happen." The aura of miracle worker that enveloped Ueberroth when he turned a huge profit on the 1984 Summer Olympics may have dazzled some owners. "His presence hung over the negotiations like the ghost of Banquo," declared Baltimore Orioles Boss Edward Bennett Williams...
Exactly when Rose first made out the ghost's gray outline is unclear. But on the 1973 night of his 2,000th hit, near the end of an interview, he observed casually, "Cobb took this long to get 1,861." By 1981, when Rose led the league in hits at the age of 40, but 55 games were struck, he was heard to worry, "Cobb is getting further away." If not in Philadelphia at the mean end of the 1983 World Series against Baltimore, then in Montreal at the bad beginning of last year, the chase seemed doomed. Thanks...
Perhaps to prove himself to a ghost, perhaps because of the hazing his teammates gave him, the rookie became an animal. "I was just a mild-mannered Sunday-school boy," Cobb liked to reminisce 40 years later. "But those old-timers turned me into a snarling wild-cat." They snubbed him, sawed his bats in half, locked him out of hotel rooms. He responded with his mouth, his fists and his average. In Cobb's first full year he hit .320, and that was to be his worst mark ever. In the era of the spitball he led the league...