“Red disappeared for a bit before he started hitting all the homers.”
“Disappeared? Where’d he go?”
“He claimed he ran into some aliens in the desert.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it.
“That’s how people reacted back then too. But I have to say, there were some things that were never satisfactorily explained.”
“Like what?” I said.
“Well, how about eighty-nine home runs for one thing? Red played a couple more years and never hit more than sixteen. But there was something else. See, Red had himself a sweetheart, a pretty Mexican gal, rumor was she was married, and not to Red. She disappeared too. Only she never came back.”
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