Allie LaForce rushed out of the grocery store, whizzing past every cramped aisle stocked with canned goods. Once she reached the bustling streets of New York City, she raised her phone to her face.
Staring back was her husband, Joe Smith. The clock was ticking toward MLB’s trade deadline, so she wanted to skip the formalities and get to the pressing issue: Were they on the move?
Joe, blessed with his mom’s wit, preferred to draw it out. His day in Chicago was going pretty well, he told her. Nothing special. Her inner monologue, meanwhile, was spiraling out of control.
The story of Indians pitcher Joe Smith, his mom and a reason to treasure every day of life
