Her brother hit the button, and then waited for his father to answer. "Hey, Dad. I didn't get you out of bed, did I? Good. Well, there's someone here ...who wants to talk to you."Dan held out the phone to his sister, and she took it in her trembling right hand. After a final, deep breath, she said, "Hi, Dad."For several seconds, Christine and the rest of her family sat in uncomfortable silence. Then Becky broke out into a smile — and tears. "I missed you too, Dad."Christine breathed a sigh of. I had a Lifetime Average in the major leagues of .500. Hell, even Ichiro couldn't say that. Well he could say it -- in Japanese, anyway -- but the point is, it wouldn't be true.OK, so my .500 average wasn't exactly a fair indicator of my likely lifetime average, long-term. But I was By God in the Encyclopedia of Baseball (or would be, in the next edition) and they'd back me up: I was a lifetime .500 hitter.No major league veteran like me should have to buy a ticket with his own hard-earned. You know you love it. You still get that tingle down there and smile to yourself when you think of all the extra long showers and teenage fantasies you have inspired over the school year. As you leave the shower you catch a glimpse of your still wet slender naked body glistening in the mirror and you smile to yourself knowing you are well armed for your cruel little mission. Little do you know that you will be getting far more than you bargained for today. Getting dressed this morning. The last man nearly reached his horse when Sam fired again. That was it! We had wiped out the whole gang of 8 rustlers. I knew that I wanted Sam to always be on my side!I yelled at Sam before I stood up; I didn't want to get shot because I surprised him. I reloaded my shotgun and walked back to the arroyo. We congratulated each other and I commented on Sam's fantastic shooting. He told me that he had once been an exhibition shooter and that was where he had honed his skills. He only quit and.