Perhaps I was only better armed.
"Don't think, old man," he said aloud. "Sail on this course and take it when it comes."
But I must think, he thought.
Because it is all I have left.
That and baseball.
I wonder how the great DiMaggio would have liked the way I hit him in the brain? It was no great thing, he thought.
Any man could do it.
But do you think my hands were as great a handicap as the bone spurs? I cannot know.
I never had anything wrong with my heel except the time the sting ray stung it when I stepped on him when swimming and paralyzed the lower leg and made the unbearable pain.
"Think about something cheerful, old man," he said. "Every minute now you are closer to home. You sail lighter for the loss of forty pounds."