An attuned and splendidly written account of a bonus baby whose promising baseball career fizzled after a few years in the low minors. After signing a $45,000 bonus with Milwaukee in 1959, the author began in Class D ball with the McCook (Nebraska) Braves and went downhill from there. By nature a loner, he felt even more isolated in the likes of Keokuk, Iowa, and Waycross, Georgia. There he was subject to ""inexplicable bouts of wildness"" as his natural fast-ball zoomed out of lunging reach of his catcher. Lacking the necessary desire, Jordan substituted instead an affected ""earnestness""--it's only now he realizes he ""didn't fit in and never had."" More proficient with pen than rosin, the author reflects upon the ""dead time"" he spent with remarkable insight. The best baseball book since The Summer Game.