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Crosschecking
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70 Crosschecking My Canadian father fought the rich man’s hockey wars, was known for crosschecking, delivering a bloody body block. He had an insurance policy that paid: five bucks for every suture needed to close a cut, and he collected. My inheritance? I’m the designated hitter, the base runner, the racquetball king with the killer serve. When my league coach asked me to demonstrate good base running, I hit and ran, steamrolled him at 2nd trying to tag me. We ended up both in the dirt, me over him on all fours, his glasses broken. He got up, piecing them together, brushing dust out of his hair. Stared at me and walked off the field. My father still inside me now, I’m free of the quiet asking. All the years of not knowing who I was has made me blood-hungry. He can collect his money, but he can never close the cut of me. ...