"What's the hurry, Son?" he said. And then, "If you've got a minute, I'd like to talk to you."
So I stopped. That was the biggest mistake of my life. There were plenty of other exits, and I should have headed for 1 of those. At the moment, every other exit led to the University of Michigan and journalism and music-making, and a lifetime of sayinng and wearing what I goshdarned pleased. Any other exit, in all probability, would have led me to a wife who wouldn't go insane on me, and kids who gave me love and respect.
Any other exit would have led to a certain amount of misery, I know, life being what it is. But I don't think it would have led me to Vietnam, and then to teaching the unteachable at Tarkington College, and then getting fired by Tarkington, and then teaching the unteachable at the penitentiary across the lake until the biggest prison break in American history. And now I myself a prisoner...
But I stopped before the 1 exit blocked by Sam Wakefield.
There went the ball game.