The Combers hung on to win 8-6.

In his hotel room, Stud undressed and made two phone calls before going to sleep. One was to his sister Janice who lived nearby and the other was to his Mom Carolyn.

As the youngest and only boy in a family of seven, Stud had always been close to his mother, who made no bones about him being her favorite child.

"Hi Mom,' said Stud, reclining on his bed with the phone pressed on his ear.

"Hello Terrance, greeted Carolyn. Its good to finally hear from you. How are you doing"?

"I'm fine," replied Stud with a deep sigh.

"Don't lie to me! snapped Carolyn sharply. A mother can always tell when there's something bothering her child. Now spit it out".

"Its nothing, Mom. really. I'm just tired."

"What kind of game did you have tonight"? asked Carolyn.

"Fine, replied Stud. I got a hit and knocked in a couple of runs."

"How come the manager has been taking you out late in the games"?

quizzed Carolyn.

"Its just baseball, lied Stud. Nothing to lose sweat over."

"But still, continued Carolyn. I don't like it. Maybe I can come up for a visit and have a talk with Mr. Silvers for you"?

"Thanks for the offer, Mom, said Stud fixing his pillow behind his head.