Kelvin Kettle was a big fan of baseball and his belovedBoston Red Sox. His favorite position on the field waspitcher. When he decided to leave Tampa and head toBoston, he compared that move to a pitcher throwing acurve ball. He believed that no one would suspect that heâdgo back to Massachusetts or even dare to show his face inMontclair. If the people of that small town only knew whatwas coming, they all would have fled for their lives.Either Iâm going to pull this off or fail miserably . . .