A Long Journey

Back in the spring of 1988, I was a junior living in Daum Residence Hall at the University of Iowa. There was a guy who lived there who I was friends with named Mike. We called him "Pugs" because he had a strong resemblance to The Adamms Family's "Pugsly."

He was a big Cubs fan who hated Greg Maddux. I told him to be patient and that you can't judge a rookie pitcher. That May, just before the end of the school year, Mike saw me missing free throws on the Daum basketball court and yelled at me, "Nice pitcher!"

Yeah, nice pitcher.