The sound and the fury, signifying nothing, has ebbed. Adam slept the night in a new home, in a new bed, with a new sexual liason. His mind is clear, his body primed. THUNDERHAMMERBAT is warm to this man-god's familiar touch.
A small man - Stumpy? - is at first. Adam dozes for a few pitches, then knocks a single to right.
The blood of the Norse surges through Adam's veins. BETTER TO HAVE DIED IN BATTLE, says he.
