But, see, some of the boys were superstitious. Tucker's dog, he was like a mascot for us; followed Tuck to every game and barked when we got a cheer from the scraggly crowd. We all saw him run out onto the field as we were getting in place, saw him stop and hop sideways like a jackrabbit. Then we saw the snake.
You'd have to go a long ways to find as good a snake-killer as that dog. He grabbed its neck and shook it like a limp rope. Trotted over to Tucker as proud as you please, dropped it at his feet. Tuck showed us all the rattle, and that was when some of the boys started yelling that it was a sign.
That was a good dog, and Tucker told him so.
And the Rattlesnakes, well, some of them were superstitious too. Reckon they lost their confidence some. After we won, Tucker nailed the dead snake up on the fence beside the baseball diamond. It's still there, reminding us. A trophy.
This week's Trifecta challenge was "funk". It was fun.