A day after mopping up the Greenville Goats with an astonishing relief performance, Tommy stood in the Macon clubhouse at Luther Williams Field with pen in hand. He was about to offer his name on the list for “Player Appearances” conducted by the Peaches organization. The appearances were usually meet and greets with Peachy the mascot at civic events, car dealerships, or schools. They were designed to promote the ball club in Macon and surrounding communities.
The gigs usually paid $75 or $100, so they were coveted by the ballplayers. But even signing up early didn’t guarantee you would be selected.
Manager Concannon happened by. “Tommy, you were awesome last night. You were throwing gas. We’re going to start you in the opener in Asheville.”
Tommy grinned from ear to ear. He had made an
