There was a crowd in the stands for a change and the sun was hot. The new Riverside pitcher turned out to have an overhand fast ball that took a hop. For a few innings the Anniston team couldn't figure him out. Then, in the fifth, Anniston's kid catcher caught onto a curve and smacked the ball into left center field. Eddie Lee, Riverside's redheaded playing manager, ran after the ball but it rolled past him. Phil Rossoff cut over to center from left field to get the relay. Eddie caught up with the ball near the fence and threw it to Phil. ``Third! Third base!'' Eddie shouted. Phil spun around and made an accurate throw into Mike Deegan's hands on third base. Mike caught the ball just as the catcher slid into the bag. But the Anniston boy had begun his slide too late. He came into the bag with his body and Mike Deegan brought the ball down full in his face. ``You bastard!'' the Anniston catcher screamed. He jumped to his feet and started to throw punches. Mike Deegan tossed his glove away and began to swing at the catcher. This brought in everybody from both sides, while the spectators stood up and added to the uproar. The fighters were separated in a few minutes. The game was resumed. But Mike Deegan was boiling mad now. When the inning was over he cursed the Anniston catcher all the way into the dugout. Phil Rossoff, coming in from left field, stopped at the water fountain for a drink. Mike Deegan was standing beside it, facing the field. He was eyeing the Anniston catcher warming up his pitcher before the inning began. ``Keep your eyes open, sonny!'' Mike yelled to the catcher. ``You're in for trouble.'' The Anniston catcher did not reply with words. He simply turned to Mike and smiled. This so infuriated Deegan that he spun around and said: ``I'll get that little bastard. So help me God, I'll get him.''