Early the next morning, Lew Edwards did a double-take before dropping the sports section of the Atlanta Journal-Constitution and getting up from his desk inside Edwards BMW.
“I’ll take this one, Bill,” he said to his sales associate. “Can I help you?” Lew said, hurrying out to greet the customer.
“Yes sir. Y’all got some used BMWs I can look at?” Tommy inquired.
“Aren’t you Tommy Browning from the Braves? I saw the game last night on TV.”
“Yeah, it’s me, all right,” Tommy said, looking around the showroom.
The salesman shook his hand. “Wow, you almost pitched a no-hitter last night. If it wasn’t for that one little ground ball . . .”
Tommy winced. “I know, I know. Hey, you have any used cars around here?”
Edwards continued to stare at Tommy as Tommy surveyed the showroom. Finally, h
