"Yo, said White Bread, smacking Stud on the head with a rolled up newspaper. How did you hurt your ankle"?

"I twisted it last night when I stumbled over a sneaker in my bedroom," replied Stud, looking up from his comic book.

"How was your female company last night"? asked Mike.

"She was great," replied Stud with a grin.

"How great"? inquired Mike.

"So great that I didn't notice how sore my ankle was until I stood on it this morning," answered Stud.

"Hey Stud, shouted Rasputin from across the room. Are you still drinking your potion"?

"Yeah, replied Stud, wolfing down his second chili dog. But I'm almost out."

"Okay, said Rasputin. I'll get you some more from Sarah."

"Thanks, replied Stud. I'd appreciate it."

The season was rapidly winding down as the second week of August came to an end. The Combers found themselves in second place, putting themselves right in the middle of a heated pennant race. As things now stood , they were one and half games behind the Tomahawks and a half of game ahead of the perennial champions Black Knights.

It was three hours before game time and as usual Silvers and Kingston were in the manager's office shooting the breeze.

"I need another outfielder, said Silvers, leaning back in his chair and propping his feet on his desk. Killarny hurt his ankle at home last night and I don't know how its going to hold up".