When the Women Come out to Dance (2002) (4 page)

"And you expect having a few drops of Indian blood'll ge
t you a job--I mean, a position?"

"I find out this fella has run a sports book, loves the gam
e of baseball and has a head fulla stats. What I'm saying, I expect he could also know me. "

"You're kidding," Vernice said, "aren't you?"

Being hurtful now as well as ignorant. It gave Charlie that urge to bear down and he said off the top of his head, "I'll be t you anything you want I get the job. How much?"

Vernice smiled, but it was like she felt sorry for him. Sh
e said, "Charlie, you ever get hired as a celebrity host I'll los e twenty pounds and go to work as a keno runner."

Sitting there like a strawberry sundae in her La-Z-Boy
, knees apart--the woman's know-it-all tone of voice move d his irritation up a couple of notches and he said, "I was you , honey, I'd make it forty pounds."

She was having fun now and ignored the remark. "You'r
e gonna tell this man you're a full-blooded Chickasaw."

"And played ball."

"Gonna paint your face and put on a war bonnet?"

"No," Charlie said, "I'm gonna tell this fella runs the plac
e I'm a direct descendant of the man they named it for , Tishomingo himself."

Vernice said, "And you know what he'll say?"

He said, "Well, Chief, if I thought it mattered
, can you prove it?"

This was in front of the Tishomingo Hotel & Casino a
s Billy Darwin came out of his Jaguar in leisure attire an d Charlie introduced himself.

"During my playing days,'' Charlie said, "the Tishoming
o Times in Oklahoma'd run stories about me and mention m y lineage. I never left Tishomingo County till I was signed b y the Baltimore organization."

"You played ball, uh?"

"Eighteen years. I phoned for an appointment, your gir
l put me down for two P
. M
. So while I been waiting an hour an d a half," Charlie said, trying not to sound too irritated, "I bee n studying your tepee"--the three stories of concrete coming t o a point above the entrance--"trying to think if Chickasaw s ever lived in tepees, with or without all different-colored neo n running up it, and it come to me that we never did."

Billy Darwin said, "That's what you want to see m
e about?"

"I thought I'd mention it. No, I'm here seeking employment as a celebrity host."

"As a relative of Tishomingo or a former ballplayer?"

"I can handle either, talk the talk."

When Billy Darwin shrugged and walked away, going int
o the hotel, Charlie was right behind him, passing through a room the size of a ballpark where they were laying carpet. O
n the escalator going up to the mezzanine Charlie said to th e back of the man's silky sportshirt, "I was with five majorleague organizations and pitched in a World Series."

Billy Darwin tossed his Robert Redford hair and looke
d over his shoulder as he reached the mezzanine.

"What year?"

"Eighty-four."

"Tigers over the Padres in five," Darwin said.

He kept walking and Charlie followed him through a reception area walled with murals, Plains Indians and buffalo, where some guys in suits were waiting, looking up to be noticed as Darwin went past, now into an office where a goodlooking dark-haired woman sat behind a desk. Darwin stopped to ask her, "Carla, who was my two o'clock?"

She looked down at her pad and said, "Mr. Charlie Hoke. He wanted me to note, 'Former big leaguer.'"

Darwin turned enough to look at Charlie. "How do yo
u spell your name?"

Charlie told him.

Darwin said, "You sure it's not H-o-a-x?"

Charlie said, "Billy"--hanging on to his irritation--

"while you were playing stickball in the alley I was with th
e Orioles, the Texas Rangers, the Pittsburgh Pirates, the Detroit Tigers, Baltimore again, got traded back to De-troit in '83 and finished my eighteen years of organized ball with th e Tigers in the '84 World Series. I went in what became the final game in the fifth and struck out the side. I got Brown and Salazar on called third strikes. I hit Wiggins by mistake, pu t him on, and I got the mighty Tony Gwynn to go down swinging at sixty-mile-an-hour knucklers. I went two and a third innings, threw twenty-six pitches and only five of 'em wer e balls. I hit Wiggins on a nothin'-and-two count, my onl y mistake, went to shave him with a fastball and come a littl e too close. I've struck out Al Oliver, Gorman Thomas an d Jim Rice. Also Darrel Evans, Mike Schmidt, Bill Madlock , Willie McGee, Don Mattingly, and I fanned Wade Bogg s twice in the same game--if those names mean anythin g to you."

Billy Darwin said, "Come on in," and led Charlie into a
n office big enough to hold a dance in and not even remove th e desk, which by itself was a size. Darwin took his place behin d it and began fooling with his computer, working the mouse , the PC and a phone the only things on the desk. Charlie go t tired of standing and took one of the ranch-house leathe r chairs without being asked. Looking at Darwin close he sa w the man was about forty, had that young-looking hair and appeared to be in shape. Charlie heard the computer making different noises like static on a radio, then was quiet and pretty soon Darwin went to work on the keyboard, typing and looking at the screen, which Charlie couldn't see.

He finally asked Darwin what he was doing and was told
, "Looking you up on CNNSI dot com."

"I'm in there?"

"It says you're six-five and weigh two-twenty."

"I've shrunk," Charlie said. "I'm only six-four now."

"But you've put on some weight."

"Couple pounds."

Darwin was looking at the screen again. "The year yo
u were with Detroit . . ." He stopped. "You only pitched thos e two and a third innings, allowed one hit, struck out five an d walked two." The man sounding surprised as he read it off th e screen.

"I only walked one. I told you I hit Wiggins? Come insid
e on him too close. See, I was never afraid to throw inside.

You'd see these batters sticking their butts out ready to bail."

"But the only time you went up to the majors," Darwi
n said, "was in '84."

"I was up with other clubs but never used."

"And the only game you pitched in," Darwin said, "was i
n the World Series," the man still sounding surprised. "Whe n did you strike out Mattingly, Madlock, all those guys yo u mentioned, Gorman Thomas?"

"You want," Charlie said, "I can go down the list. I go
t Mattingly when I was with Toledo in Triple-A and Don wa s with Columbus then. I recall I was playing A ball with Tulsa, a game against Shreveport I got Darrel Evans swinging. Madlock, let's see, I was with Oneonta, that's also A ball, and I believe he was with Pittsfield. I know Mike Schmidt was with Reading when I fanned him and I was playing Double-A wit h Altoona, back then throwing ninety-nine-mile-an-hour fastballs. I also held the record in the Eastern League for hitting the most batters."

Billy Darwin didn't look surprised anymore, sitting ther
e deadpan, like he was looking at all these baseball facts slidin g around in his head.

"Eighty-one I was back with De-troit, sent down to th
e Mud Hens and struck out Willie McGee. As I recall he wa s with the Louisville Riverbats. Who else you want to know?

Oh, and I was in that longest game ever played that wen
t thirty-two innings. You ever hear of it?"

"Pawtucket and Rochester," Darwin said, "yeah, '81."

"You know your baseball. Baltimore was giving m
e another shot, this time with Rochester, Triple-A, and I struc k out Wade Boggs both times I faced him. The game laste d eight hours and seven minutes before they called it at four-ohseven the next morning, Easter Sunday. Guys came home and caught hell, their wives thinking they were out all night fooling around."

"They finished the game sometime in June," Darwin said
, "but I don't recall who won."

"I don't either," Charlie said. "I was gone by then." H
e grinned at Darwin. "I remember Wade Boggs saying, 'A g ame like this, you can have a bad week in one night.' "

Darwin was staring at him again and Charlie put on a serious look as Darwin said, "You spent your entire fucking career in the minors except for one game."

"I was up by the end of August that time. With other club
s too, but was mostly used for batting practice. I had all th e pitches, even a split-finger that worked sometimes. I'd thro w knucklers, give the boys a chance to see if they could hit junk.

Or I'd come inside hard, get 'em to develop the nerve to han
g in there."

"You were up several times--why didn't you ever stay?"

"I was wild my first, say, five years, I have to admit that.

But being a southpaw with a blazing fastball, shit, there wa
s always a club wanted to have a look at me. Then there was a period I might've been cuttin' up too much. I was having fun.

Wherever I was I got my picture in the paper for one thing o
r another, like brawls they'd say I started. I'd hit a batter an d he'd stand there giving me the evil eye. What I'd do, I'd hol d my glove down by my leg and give him a motion with it lik e I'm saying, 'Come on. You think I hit you on purpose?' He'
d come tearing at me and the benches'd empty. Seventy-three , or it might've been '74, I won the big-league bubble-gumblowing contest." Charlie raised his hands like he was holding a basketball. "Goddamn bubble was this big, I swear."

He knew he had Darwin's attention, the way the man wa
s staring at him, but couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"On the road for something to do, I'd catch balls droppe
d from the roof of hotels--put on one of those big mitts catchers use for knuckleballers? It always drew a crowd, only management never cared for what they called showing off. That's W
t he kind of thing I'd get sent down for--don't come back till you grow up.''

"I got a guy," Darwin said, "wants to dive off the roof o
f the hotel. What you said reminded me. He calls up, says he's a professional high diver and wants to know how many floor s we have. I told him seven. He goes, 'I'll dive off the roof int o eight feet of water.' And he'll bring his own tank."

"I'd like to see that," Charlie said. "How much's he want?"

"Five bills to go off twice a day."

"Sounds cheap enough for a death-defying stunt."

"Said he worked in Acapulco."

"Shit, I'd hire him. He likes high risk, he's no doubt
a gambler. Pay him and win it all back at your tables."

Charlie noticed Billy Darwin's keen, appraising look an
d pulled out another idea that might impress him. "Set up on e of those radar guns they use to see how hard the ball's thrown?

Put in a pitching rubber and a bull's-eye sixty feet six inche
s away, a buck a throw. Anybody can throw a hardball a hunnert miles an hour wins . . . how much would you say?"

"Ten grand," Darwin said without even thinking about it.

"You have that on a sign by the radar cage," Charlie said.

"Another one, it says 'Beat the big leaguer and win a hunner
t bucks.' These strong young boys come along and look m e over. 'Hell, I can take that old man.' Five bucks a throw--yo u could make some money off me."

Darwin kept staring at him. "You can still throw?"

"I can get it up to around eighty."

"Come on--an old guy like you?"

"Hell, I'm only fifty."

Darwin looked at his screen again. "Born in August of '48
, you're pushing fifty-four."

"I can still throw harder'n most anybody wants to try me."

"You think," Darwin said, "you could strike me out?"

"You play much?"

"High school and sandlot, couple years of industrial ball."

"You bat right or left?"

"Left."

"Yeah, I can strike you out."

Darwin paused, thoughtful, and then asked him, "What'v
e you been doing the past sixteen years?"

"I was a rep for the Jack Daniel's people, went on th
e road with promotions. Then did the same thing for Mille r Brewing."

"You married?"

"Divorced, a long time. I have a couple of daughters, bot
h in Florida, five grandchildren." Charlie said, "Is this the jo b interview?"

Darwin had that thoughtful look again. "You really thin
k you can strike me out?"

Charlie shrugged this time. "Step up to the plate, we'l
l find out. You want to put money on it?"

The man kept staring. Finally he said, "How about this? I
w hiff, you're my celebrity host."