"My day-to-day existence," writes Kathleen Lockwood, "rested on the ability of my husband to throw a tiny leather ball over ninety-five miles an hour past a large wooden bat." If that sounds like hyperbole, consider this: In the 12 years that followed their wedding in 1970, Kathleen and major leaguer Skip would move 35 times. The couple and their growing family endured three player strikes, a handful of trades and trade rumors, and the steady threat of a career-ending arm injury. Kathleen built lifelong friendships with other players' wives, managed their homes and cared for their children,...
"My day-to-day existence," writes Kathleen Lockwood, "rested on the ability of my husband to throw a tiny leather ball over ninety-five miles an hour ...
