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Everything in the Major League was different. Faster. Louder. More crowded. More stressful. More exhilarating. More crushing. In a million years, Jim would never get used to the reporters who swarmed him after a game, or the thunder of applause, or the rolling boom of jeers. The girls who screamed his name, the speed of the fastballs, the attendants scurrying to carry his bags, the charter flights to other cities, the expensive hotels, the steak dinners—it felt like a blur sometimes.
Going from Kilby to San Diego was like trading in an old Chevy truck for a Porsche.
The experience was overwhelming. When he wasn’t playing or fulfilling his off-field team responsibilities, he slept a lot. Each day that passed, the pressure got more intense because the Friars came closer to making the p
