'For more than a decade', writes Kathleen Lockwood, 'my day-to-day existence rested on the ability of my husband to throw a tiny leather ball over ninety-five miles an hour past a large wooden bat'. If that sounds like hyperbole, consider this: in the 12 years that followed their wedding in 1970, Kathleen and major league Skip would move 35 times. The couple and their growing family endured three player strikes, a handful of trades and trade rumors, and the steady threat - eventually made good upon - of career-ending arm injury. Kathleen nevertheless built lifelong friendships with other players' wives, managed their homes and cared for their children, and shared in the cycle of triumph and defeat that is part and parcel of major league life.