"My day-to-day existence," writes Kathleen Lockwood, "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 leaguer 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 of a career-ending arm injury. Kathleen 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 life in the major leagues.