HE WAS IN PAWTUCKET, or maybe it was Toledo, or it might've been Syracuse. Days and nights in the International League, baseball's final weigh station bridging the minor leagues and major leagues, blend together like that. All Drew Henson remembers is that he was in some minor league town, in the midst of a dire slump -- like, 2-for-25 bad -- when he saw some old friends on the TV at the sports bar where he was eating dinner.
They were playing on Monday Night Football. And he was in Scranton or Richmond or Durham or wherever it was, playing baseball after having foregone a chance to play quarterback in the NFL.