![]() ![]() ![]() It was after six, daylight saving time now, and still light, thank god. N Monday, after band rehearsal and intramurals, when Molly got home from school, her mother was sitting at the kitchen table going through the day's mail. Throwing a knuckleball for a strike is like throwing a butterfly with hiccups across the street into your neighbor's mailbox. And heartfelt thanks, finally, always and all ways, to Mary, Sam, and Henry, the home team. Special thanks to my wonderfully insightful editor, Erin Clarke, and to the amazing Jay Mandel and Charlotte Wasserstein. Thank you to those who read and commented on the manuscript: Ron and Marlys Ousky, Jack Williams, Mary Cochrane, Sue Cochrane, and Lon Otto. For certain facts and lore pertaining to the knuckleball, I am indebted to Ben McGrath's essay “Project Knuckleball,” which appeared in the New Yorker. For support during the writing of this book, I am grateful to Canisius College. ![]()
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