There's no way the driver just said what you think he said. Maybe you didn't
hear right. Mississippi pine trees are flashing by at 60 mph, you feel like
you're on a roller coaster on two paved lanes and you're white-knuckling the
door handle. Maybe your senses are just overloaded.
You ask from the backseat: Say again? "Ten years," Roy Oswalt says, again. He glances into
the rearview mirror. "My goal is to play 10 years, and then I'll figure out
what to do after that."