Comeback

Take one man consumed by a driving ambition. Add the red color of hate in the blistering heat of a baseball diamond. That's our story. Come back. Taken from the files of John Steel. Adventure of. Hello friends. This is John Steen. If you like stories of savage action and hard emotion, pull up your chair because you've come to the right place. Most of our tales

are about old friends of mine, but this week's is an exception. I first met Lou Johnson when I was scouting for one of the Major League Baseball clubs, and though his story is a sports story, it's also one of them and. But here he is to tell it himself.

Lou? I say once you're through in a big show you might as well get out and stay out because it's never the same after that. Well I didn't feel that way about it. Baseball was my whole life and I wanted to play the game even if it meant going down to the Class B League

to do it. So after I was released from the majors I went down to AAA then on down the line until I ended up with the Memphis Grey's and the Three State League. But I never stopped hoping that someday I'd get called back upstairs. That's why I could put up with a lousy food

and night bus rides and all the rest of it. It's baseball. I played it hard all the way. Like the day we were playing the Chattanooga Chiefs. As early in the season everybody on the team and pretty much made up their mind we weren't going anyplace anyways.