THE ENTITLED A novel by Frank Deford

FOR HOWIE, IT WAS, at last, neither resignation on the one hand, nor anger on the other. No, it was simply awful, horrible disappointment that tore him apart. That it all must end this way. No, not this way. Any way it ended would be a calamity, for despair would follow, and Howie understood himself well enough to know that he did not possess the creative resources ever to really overcome that despair. “I’m a dead man. I know I won’t get outta Baltimore alive.”