Then my friend said, “If you ever give me another shot like that, I’ll grab you by the stacking swivel and beat you down to parade rest. I’ll whip your ass so bad you won’t even be able to make this next blitz, because they’ll hafta award you a Purple Heart when I finish with you, wise guy.” “Doc Arrogant” changed instantly into “Doc Meek.” When I stepped up for my shot, he administered it with a gentleness that would have done credit to Florence Nightingale.
