Is it true that heroes are made, not born?
Does the right stuff come out of hiding when we recognize the moment the game is on the line? Who will come off the bench to save the world from itself? In these times, it's good enough just to force the game into extra innings.
Otis McKinney, Dr. Henry Milton, an embattled Panamanian tribe, a failed baseball prospect, a dedicated cab driver, and the Asmudi family walk into a club ... It sounds like the first line of a joke. This club is no joke. They're playing for all the marbles.
In a chain, stretching from before the Great Flood and into tomorrow, the weakest link is up to bat and he doesn't know the game rules until he makes them up in the last inning.
