Danny Boles is an old guy with a serious limp, and a voice that comes out of a little machine he holds to his throat to compensate for the tracheotomy that removed his cancerous vocal chords a few years back. Living for weeks at a time in a broken-down, old motor home, he’s a scout for the Atlanta Braves in the pre-Internet, pre-Sabermetrics days of the late 1980s. Danny Boles makes a (more-or-less) living looking for talent on sandlots and high school diamonds across the South. Danny Boles is good at his job. A lot of his recommendations have been signed, and a lot of those have gone onto to play, at least a little while, in the bigs.
SSS Literary Supplement: Brittle Innings
