This anything but a wow of a book starts off questioning you, speculatively, whether you're back in the semi-tough country of professional baseball since Potter Cindy,. with a ""cannon for an arm and a vacuum cleaner for a glove,"" turns out to be a rookie sensation for the Redbirds. He's handsome as anything -- particularly in conjunction with his bride, Sissy, nee Suelee from Okie country, with a fantastically sexy-filthy mouth. But then you wonder whether Keifetz is banging some other kind of drum since Potter, nice as he is, almost too nice, in fact a klutz, is really sick and has always had a problem with little girls. That's his ""duster"" pitch that knocks him down and will again, in spite of Sissy, after he makes a visit to a children's hospital where he molests one. Potter goes into therapy with a Dr. Mufufski batting .384; he comes out of it pilloried from Atlanta to the Coast and traded back to nowhere. A sorry little story whose very vivid language might incline you to think that it is funnier than it is or its intentions -- throwing curves at Little League-sized boxes?