Colter was a tall, proud man with a terrible secret: Whenever he wore his pinstripes in public, strangers with bats routinely beat him to a pulp. Worse, people who watched soon added their own verbal abuse, sometimes with vulgarities. He had nowhere to go. The future looked hopeless.
Tanyon seemingly was living the perfect life. He had a fine career, a winning spirit, and he enjoyed the respect of sportswriters and peers. Then one day, the beatings started. He told no one, but everyone knew anyway. Soon, he could not go home or worse -- throw home.
These are the heartbreaking stories of Jose Veras House, a safe place for battered Yankee hurlers.
There's always enough food to go around, especially when old Chef Hank Steinbrenner has butchered a horse for some of his famous chilli.
Remember: Jose Veras House... where nobody remembers your line score.
1 comment:
send all these yankee eye candy clowns there.
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