Father,
You are not going to believe this. In my game against Harvard, I pitched a no-hitter. It was one of the most incredible feelings in the world. I let up five walks and our fielders had four errors, so it wasn't a perfect game.
Coach Mack bought me dinner after the game, and he brought a friend along. His name was Archie Cook. He's a scout for that new Baseball Association league. He works for the New York Gothams, so he was in town and watched our game. I think he liked the way I throw.
Don't worry, he didn't mention anything. Sorry to be short, but I have to start studying for exams. The term is almost over.
Write back soon.
Love,
Your Son
P.S. Coach Mack is still calling me Graveyard.
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