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Acceleration

In Front of Fifty Thousand Screaming People is moving quickly, now. Wed-Thus-Fri I added 5,970 words, which exceeds my goal for an entire week. The book is at 76,550 words. If 85,000 words is still a valid word count, then I’m only 10 days or so away from finishing.

The writing is going faster, now, accelerating. It helps that I’m in the end portion of the book. The dull middle is behind me. The second plot point is written and the protagonist is firmly into the quest. His two antagonists have fixed their courses. All will come to a head soon.

The middle portion of the book is supposed to be the most difficult to write and make interesting. So say many writers I’ve listened to. For me, it was the second half of the opening third of the book. Once I decided to sit down and write those chapters, I was able to get into the middle with no problem. Oh, I had to think about all the little calamities that befell the protagonist, and how to work in character arcs for some others, but for the most part the middle came out easily. It may not yet be as good as it needs to be, but I didn’t feel hindered in any way as I wrote.

These ending chapters, though, are just flowing like crazy. Sure I’ve thought through some of them, but not all. As I got to the end of one scene, I though Okay, what’s next? And I haven’t had any problem coming up with what’s next. Again, maybe when I look at the book as a whole and edit this first draft I’ll find some of it isn’t all that good, but at least it’s flowing.

I’m hoping to write 1,000 words today, and 3,000 tomorrow. That will put me close to 80,000 words, and I might be able to finish it the following week. It’s a good feeling.

And I’ll soon have to be deciding on my next project.

Writing “Mistakes” I Don’t Understand: Head Hopping

Go to any writers conference, or any writing class, and one of the things they will drill into you is: Don’t head hop! That is, don’t go changing point of view within a scene. To do so will “confuse the reader”, they say. Decide who is the point of view character for a scene, and stick with that POV through the whole scene.

This requires a brief discussion of points of view, and what head hopping would consist of for that POV.

First person: What the narrators sees, hears, feels, smells, tastes, and knows. The text is in the first person: I, me, my, mine. Others speak, but only in the presence of the narrator. Any time you get out of the narrator’s head, that’s a POV error. This POV is somewhat frowned upon by editors, because they say it’s so easy to make that POV error. “Jill and I went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. I fell down and broke my crown, and Jill came tumbling after.” But, Jack can’t say, “Jill thought to herself, ‘Stupid rock!'”

Second person: Rarely used, difficult to pull off, I don’t ever intend to use it. Let’s move on. “You went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. You came tumbling after Jack, who fell and broke his crown.” But this narrator can’t say, “You thought to yourself, ‘Stupid rock!'”

Third person: The narrator speaks from someone else’s POV, much as a movie camera strapped atop the head of a character. You can only write what that character hears, sees, smells, feels, tastes, and knows. So, it would take another character to be able to write this: “Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumbling after.” The POV can shift, but only in different scenes, even within a chapter. Such different POV scenes are set apart by dividers (a row of *   *   *, for example). But any given scene is always in a character’s head. So if the POV is in a person other than Jack and Jill, who has observed the calamities of Jack and Jill, you can’t have that other character saying, “Jack thought, ‘Stupid rock!'” That other character doesn’t know what Jack is thinking, only what Jack is saying and doing.

[third person] Omniscient: A narrator who is God-like, removed from the story, seeing everything, being in anyone’s and everyone’s head. This is almost unlimited. Think of the great epochs, such as any of Michener’s or Wouk’s works. Thus an omniscient narrator could say, “Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumbling after. Jack thought to himself, ‘Stupid rock!’ Jill thought to herself, ‘Stupid Jack!'” An omniscient narrator can say that because he is omniscient; he sees all and knows all.

There’s no question that, when I read, I prefer fiction written in the omniscient POV. I want to know what’s going on in everyone’s head. I prefer it. So, in The Winds of War, in the scene where Victor Henry and his wife are attending a church service, I like it that that four paragraph scene has the first three paragraphs in Victor’s head, musing about how he is aging and his navy career is stalled, but the last paragraph is in Rhoda’s head as she worries that her husband is soon to see her lover for the first time since her (then unknown) affair. It gives me a full picture.

Last night at BNC Writers, I shared four pages out of chapter 6 of In Front of Fifty Thousand Screaming People. This is where a reporter, John Lind, has his first interview with the protagonist, R0nny Thompson, and Thompson’s manager. The scene is in Lind’s POV, with one minor exception. I’ll paste in some of the text.

“Ah, well…the team has been backing me up real good. They’ve gotten the runs needed to win, and they’ve been playing without errors. It’s easy to win when the team’s with you.”

Lind could see his plan was going to work fine. “But it’s more than the team,” he said. “You’ve had good stuff. What kind of pitches are you throwing?”

Thompson looked at Standish, who nodded permission with a slight smile. This was not the interview he expected, and was pleasantly surprised.

“I throw a lot of fastballs,” Thompson said, “but mix them up with sliders and change-ups. If my curve is working, the catcher usually calls for a few of those.”

Notice that the whole scene is from Lind’s POV. Thompson answers a question, which Lind sees and hears. Lind asks a question, which of course is within his POV. Thompson looks at Standish, his manager, which of course Lind can see. Standish nods permission, which Lind sees. Skip a sentence and Thompson answers the question, which Lind sees and hears.

But that one sentence I skipped, “This was not the interview he expected, and was pleasantly surprised,” is from Standish’s POV. Lind can’t know what’s in Standish’s head. He can guess what’s in Standish’s head, or muse about it, but he can’t know. So I’ve head hopped—or my narrator is really omniscient, not third person. An editor would mark this against me. An agent would probably mark this against me.

This has been through two other critique groups some years ago, and no one of the ten or so people who read it commented on it. So I asked the four others at the meeting last night what they thought about it. No one noticed it. One person said she liked it, because she liked to know what the other characters are thinking.

This makes me wonder if the prohibition against head hopping is more in the eyes of the editor than it is in the reader. Do they send head-hopping scenes out to reader focus groups and say, “Now what about how your has different POVs in this scene. Did it confuse you?” Do they allow some books to be printed like this, only to have disgruntled readers write in, “The book gripped me from the start, until you head-hopped in Chapter 6 when you shifted from the reporter’s POV to the manager’s POV.”?

I suppose I will have a difficult time accepting this position of editors. I’d love to have the book go out this way, and see how many reader complaints I get.

How many ways can you describe baseball action

The further I get into In Front of Fifty Thousand Screaming People, the more I come to realize how difficult it is to be a writer and produce a compelling novel, fresh from start to finish. I’m currently in the middle portion, where a book can easily sag and lose the reader’s interests. Last night I stopped writing at 63, 972 words. I have another 300 or 400 to go to finish the chapter.

One problem is, when I planned out the chapters from about the 3/5 point to the end of the book, I expected to be at 62,000 at the end of this chapter. Since my word count includes one later, currently disconnected scene, I will actually be at 63,300 when I get to the end of this chapter, 1300 words off target.

That’s not all that big of a problem. Perhaps a later chapter will run short. Of maybe there’s no magic to my planned length of 85,000 words. Is there any harm if I run 90,000 words? I don’t really know, other than the agent I pitched it to, who is currently reviewing the partial manuscript (first 21,000 words), said 85,000 sounded good like a book for this.

The second problem, which I’ve been having to conquer the entire book, is figuring out how to describe baseball action, or rather the progress of the Cubs through two baseball seasons, without getting boring. I sure don’t want the book to read like a radio broadcast of a game sounds. What reader will slog through 85,000 words of nothing more than game announcing? How many will get tired if I even describe each post-season game?

So, when I came to the chapter I worked on last night, with the Cubs in the post-season and struggling, I had to come up with new ways to describe the action. No, not really new ways: other ways. Because ever since I described a lot of baseball action in chapters 1, 3, and 5, I came to realize I needed alternates.

One of my alternates is to have the sports reporter for the Chicago Tribune, John Lind, comment on action. Another is to have the two Mafia Dons assess their chances of winning the bet, based on what’s happening on the field. Another is to have Ronny’s girlfriend discuss some things with Ronny.

Last night I decided to add Ronny’s dad into the mix. I had Ronny call home after a game, and discuss the game a little bit with his dad, but then to have his dad discuss it with others in the family. This is a fresh perspective. Since the dad knows little about baseball, I hadn’t used him in this capacity. To me it seemed fresh. Hopefully readers will think so as well.

So tonight I finish chapter 34, and begin chapter 35. The whole book is planned to be 46 chapters (I’m going from memory here, typing at work while my chapter list is at home).  However, I’m having trouble remembering how long it’s been since I had each of the major point of view characters in a scene. So I think the first thing I’ll do is skim the whole book and record, for each chapter, which POV characters appear. Then I can see who I’ve neglected and for how long. That may take up most of my writing time tonight. If so, it will be time well spent toward getting out of the middle chapters and into the end chapters.

 Hopefully by this time next week I’ll be beyond 70,000 words.

Writing and Publishing and Promoting

My two e-self-published works, Documenting America and “Mom’s Letter” languish, rated lower than 366,000th and 464,000th among Kindle e-books. One sale of each will bring them up to rank around 40,000. That tells me some 320,000 or so books have sold one copy since I last sold one.

I’ve posted both to Facebook, I think two times. I have a few new friends since I last posted, but probably not enough new to justify another post. I don’t want to become a spammer.

I haven’t wanted to do much on promotion of either one until I had the paper book of Documenting America in hand and ready to sell. While e-books will remain popular and even grow in popularity, the potential is still there to sell more paper books. The places I would like to promote them will present the chance for both e-book and paper book sales.

So I’m holding off on promotion until I can get the paper book done. I’m stymied on the paper book, waiting on a necessary item that I’m getting for no charge. Of course, so far I’ve received what I paid for. Eventually I’ll pay to get the thing done.

So, while I can’t publish and therefore can’t promote, I’m writing. Last week I added over 9,000 words to In Front of Fifty Thousand Screaming People. The world is exhibiting very little impatience for this book, but I keep plugging away. Today marks two months since I submitted it at its 21,000 word point to an agent. I think that means I have another month to go before “no reply is a no” kicks in, though I’d better double-check on that. I’m still working toward a first half of October completion for it. After that comes at least one round of edits before I work on something else.

Good Progress on my Novel

A few days ago I decided to go to the works-in-progress page on this site and update where I stand on In Front of Fifty Thousand Screaming People. It was September 1st, to be exact. I checked the word count, then went to the web page. To my surprise, I had last updated it on August 2nd. Here’s the comparison:

August 2nd: 26400 words
September 1st: 53,400 words
Total words written in one month: 26,400

I was surprised. I knew I was making progress in August, going to The Dungeon as often as possible and writing, doing some outlining, even re-reading and improving parts previously written. But to have added that many words—essentially doubling the amount written—in one month, was a surprise. If I can keep up that kind of progress in September, I’ll be at just short of 80,000 words, and be within 5,000 words or so of finishing.

Of course, these aren’t polished, final words. The first 21,000 are close to polished. Those are the ones I sent to the agent on July 13, and I’d read and reread them, correcting all errors I saw, making sure of my plot consistency, worrying about and attending to all the things that could cause her to say, “Ehh, this book and this author aren’t quite ready.” So when I get those last 30,000 words added, I’ll have a couple of readings of it to do self-editing.

My wife is reading it now, only three chapters behind me. She’s marking it up with anything that doesn’t ring true to her. I’ve looked at a few of her pages. She’s marking typos and anything which seems to need explanation or that seems wrong. For example, my protagonist, the star baseball pitcher, changes a flat tire on the car that three young women parked near Wrigley Field. The three women kiss him afterwards, the first two on the lips, the third one on the cheek. But, the way I described it, I had the woman turn her head. That would be wrong if she initiated the kiss. So she’s helping me work through things like that.

Since the end of August, I’ve had little time to work on the book; in fact, just the last two evenings. Yet, despite the limited time, I added over 3,200 words and the manuscript now stands at 56,323 words. That’s incredibly good progress for limited writing time, and I’m encouraged by it. I’m at a point in the book where I haven’t outlined, though I’ve thought some things through. I have the ending fairly well in my mind, but not the in between portions. If I can maintain 5,000 words a week (actually, I’d like to do 6,000 per week), I’ll be done in the first half of October, and ready for edits.

The Plot is Coming Together

Last night I added 900 words to In Front of Fifty Thousand Screaming People. The brings the total word count to a little over 53,100. Only 22,000 or so to go. At 5,000 a week I’ll be through with it in early October. Of course, I’m not sure I can really do 5,000 a week, every week for a month. We’ll see.

My writing last night brought me to a point where I caught up to a scene I wrote over a year ago; might even have been two years ago. That scene came to me one day. I wanted the protagonist to have a difficult encounter with the reporter who had befriended him, but who was really just out for a story. He wasn’t really a friend.

In that scene, the reporter tells Ronny that his family was involved in a financial scandal related to his college baseball scholarship. The reporter produced the documentary evidence to Ronny, and said the story would run in the next day’s paper. The scene ended with Ronny tearing out of the Cubs’ players’ parking lot, making a cell phone call.

Those 900 words I wrote last night filled in the gap between the story before it and the scene. How did it work out, joining writing from a year ago that depended on all the writing done in the last year? Not too bad. I realized I had to use names differently in speaker tags. I needed to add the part of the reporter having the documentation with him, and Ronny taking it with him. But all in all not bad.

I’ve got one more scene written ahead, where Ronny’s girlfriend learns there is a Mafia plot to hurt or kill him, and where she needs to warn him. I wrote that about a month after I wrote the other disconnected scene, but I won’t have the book to that point for a few more chapters. How will it fit together at that time? Good, I think. At least if this last one is any indication, writing ahead didn’t hurt me.

I have two or three other scenes swirling in my head, about the late chapters in New York City: Ronny on the Brooklyn Bridge, events inside Yankee Stadium, his girlfriend arriving at Yankee Stadium and trying to warn officials. So far I’ve resisted writing them. If I can keep to my production schedule, I’ll be writing them in less than a month. The scenes are impressed upon me, and I won’t forget them. I wrote the other scenes early because I was afraid I would forget them.

So, things are coming together for the young Mr. Thompson and his super right arm. Stay tuned for more updates, either here or on my Facebook author’s page.

Writing Productivity

on The Writers View 2 (TWV2) e-mail group this week, the question asked by a panel member was about productivity for the writer. How do you establish productivity as a routine? What derails your productivity? How do you get it back.

I was interested, given that I’ve just come through a time of pretty good productivity, but anticipate less over the next couple of weeks. Almost all my writing time was spent on my baseball novel, In Front of Fifty Thousand Screaming People. With the 850 words I added last night, it now stands at about 37,000 words, on the way to somewhere around 85,000.

When the good productivity began about three weeks ago (or a little less), I worked on it over a weekend, and got 2,000 words written both on Saturday and again on Sunday. It took me a while to get back to it during the week. I was trying to correct something on the Smashwords edition of Documenting America, and it wasn’t working.  Plus just getting it ready for Smashwords took some doing, a couple of weeks before that. That was “writing time”, even though no words got added to paper.

That Wednesday I added at least 2,000 words to FTSP, maybe more. I came up to the end of the part of the book that was clearly planned out. Now the planning was all in my mind. I’m in the part of the book where “strange incidents” begin happening to the protagonist, Ronny Thompson, as the NY Mafia guy tries to distract him from pitching well, thus hoping the Cubs don’t make the playoffs, which means they obviously wouldn’t win the World Series.

I had thought through some of these strange incidents, but had never planned them. Which one of the five would be first? Which second, etc.? How would I lead up to each? How would I make it clear to the reader that something wasn’t quite right about the way things were happening? Then what about the counter-moves by the Chicago Mafia guy? Would he respond to each strange incident, or were his counter-moves actually in the works before the incidents?

Then what about the sports reporter for the Chicago Tribune? How was I going to work him in in response to the strange incidents? I hadn’t really thought about that at all. He was simply going to receive a packet of material at his desk from an anonymous source, material damaging to the Thompson family, and run it in the paper. That didn’t seem quite right, however.

So on Thursday of last week, rather than try to work on the novel by adding words, I worked on it by developing a plan for the last 58,000 words. I listed the strange incidents yet to come and put them in the logical order. I interspersed them with interactions of Ronny and his girlfriend, Ronny on the diamond, the reporter doing some investigative work, the two Mafia guys and their rogue associates, the girlfriend by herself.

Three important things included in this planning were related to Ronny’s girlfriend. was the scene where the readers come to realize (if they haven’t figured it out from the foreshadowing) that Ronny’s girlfriend is a Mafia plant, and not a very nice girl. I planned a chapter of Ronny and Sarah having a quiet, innocent dinner at his apartment, and a chapter of her coming to realize what her life had become, and how it was once better, setting the stage for her character arc by the end of the book. All that I knew I wanted in the book, but hadn’t actually figured out how it was going to happen. Now I know, and the first two of those three events are written.

To each of the chapters I added a number of words I wanted it to be, approximately, with the whole thing adding up to my planned 85,000. I’m not being dogmatic about these chapter lengths, however. I’m just guessing, based on the items in the chapter, how long they’ll be.

So beginning last Friday, through Monday, I had great productivity. Looking at my written plan, which could be called a loose outline, I began writing, not skipping anything. Just knowing what was coming next helped me to prepare. I’m sure in my non-writing hours I thought through the chapter I would write that night. In four days I added more than 10,000 words, then on two weekend days, with distractions and some health issues, I added another 1,400.

I was going to write about the second part of planning to increase productivity, but I’ve run out of noon hour time, and this post is too long already. I’ll add another post soon.

May the productivity continue.

Writing Productivity

Once again, I’m batching it, at least through tonight. Lynda is in Oklahoma City, helping tend to grandchildren and visiting a friend in the hospital there, someone she went to church and school with in Meade Kansas. So it’s been quiet around the house. I often don’t turn the TV on much, preferring to read or write in the silence. Some writers say they do better with noise around, either background music or street noises. I think I do better in the silence.

For all the peace and quiet, I didn’t have as productive a week as I could have had. For the week I added over 8,000 words to In Front of Fifty Thousand Screaming People, bringing the total words to a couple of hundred short of 35,000, on its way to around 85,000. That sounds like a lot of production, and I suppose it is. If I could do that many words every week I’d be done with it in six or seven weeks. Done with the first draft, that is.

However, I could have written much more. I allowed the spam problem on this blog take at least a day away from production and I tried to figure out what to do. A lot of that time wasn’t figuring time, however, but fuming time. Fuming and wasting time, feeling sorry for myself. Another day I was too tired to write. I sat at the computer for a couple of hours, but got nothing written. A professional writer should be able to fight through the tiredness, and a produce through perspiration when inspiration fails.

Part of my slowness was that a couple of these chapters were something I was writing up to, but hadn’t figured out exactly how I’d do them. One was the first Mafia-induced distraction in the protagonist’s life. I came to that chapter with no plan. I was able to write it, and I think produce a good chapter, with a twist or two that didn’t come to me until during the writing.

Then there was the chapter where the protagonist’s “girlfriend” shows the readers that she isn’t what she claims to be. I had sort of been dreading that chapter, knowing it had to be in the book but not sure how to write it in a way that my mother would approve. Well, not my mother. She didn’t put many restrictions on her reading. Let’s say in a way my mother-in-law would approve. She doesn’t want to read things the least risqué or lurid. As I was writing the chapter, I found a way to show what I wanted to show without being at all explicit. I wrote that chapter over the weekend, and I’m pleased with it as it stands. I’m sure I can improve it some in rewrites.

Yesterday I wrote two chapters, over 3,500 words. The second one is a critical chapter where the girlfriend has her first plot point, the event that causes her to embark on the journey that will bring her through her character arc. Those that teach writing talk about the two plot points the protagonist should go through that leads him into the stages of his journey, but I’ve not heard them talk about plot points for characters below the protagonist-antagonist level, but it seems to me such events apply to them as well.

Anyhow, said girlfriend has begun her character arc. Tonight, plans are for the protagonist to have his fourth “strange thing” happen to him that is really a Mafia-induced event. It’s a big one, done under the noses of three people who are supposed to protect the protag from such things. I plan for that to be only about 1,000 words, though we’ll see how it goes. I’ve thought of one change I need to make in an earlier chapter. I’d love to have enough time to get into another chapter, where the “good” Mafia Don is able to add some protection for the protag in a way that nobody would suspect him.

One thing I did, on Friday I think, after I was too tired to write a second chapter, was to develop an outline for the rest of the book. I had an outline in my mind, even down to thinking through a scene here, a scene there, but I had nothing in writing, nothing that told me, “Okay, you’ve finished this chapter; what comes next?” Now I have that, and it’s a good feeling. It shows me that my thoughts on the length of the book are about right, and that the plot is about right. All that’s missing are the words.

Getting into a Writing Routine

Okay, excuses have to stop. My tick-borne disease is on the mend, if not fully reduced to antibodies. Grandson #1 is gone back to Oklahoma. Blogs are linked, and I can put different content on each and feel okay about it. So the time has come to get to work and write.

Last night I began the task of re-establishing a routine, and perhaps tweaking what I’ve done in the past. With my wife out-of-town, and with my aches and pains under control, I had no excuse but to be B-I-C for a significant number of hours yesterday. That’s “butt-in-chair” for you non-writers, implied that it’s either in front of a working computer screen and keyboard or at a writing desk with paper and manuscript.

I was at the computer from about 3:30 PM to 9:30 PM, with a 45 minute break for supper. During that time I worked on In Front of Fifty Thousand Screaming People. I wrote about 1900 words. Why not more in 5 1/4 hours, you might ask? First, I re-read the chapter I wrote last week, making a couple of small, though important, changes that should add a little intrigue as to what the mafiosos are doing. Then I remembered one enhancement I wanted to make to the first chapter, a simple six word sentence fragment by a radio announcer that will add nuance throughout the book.

Then, I set to work on Chapter 14. But, I hadn’t really planned or thought out this chapter, about spring training in my protagonist’s first full season in the major leagues. So it was a struggle to get into it. I kept “shelling out”, as I call it—to a computer game or a web site or Facebook or turning the TV on and off to hear some of the raging political news. I’d spend five minutes writing, get stuck, shell out to a game for fifteen minutes, think of something else to write and come back and write it. Then I’d get stuck again, shell out again, this time to a publishing industry blog, figure out what to do next, and come back to writing.

After my supper break, I had less and less of the shell out time and more time in the book as the needs of the chapter and the words of the characters gelled in my mind. In 5 1/4 hours I should have been able to write 3,000 or even 4,000 words. Maybe, if I was in a chapter I had already thought through, I could have done that. Or maybe, if I had a better way to think of what to write next, I could have produced more. But I completed the chapter, and think it’s not bad, and I enhanced two other chapters with not more than a hundred words. So I’m not displeased. Tonight I’ll be working on a chapter I have thought through, so hopefully I’ll get more done.

This morning I arrived at the office at the usual time, about 6:45 AM, beating the main commuting traffic. My devotions are from the Harmony of the Gospels that I wrote. Then I sit with my coffee and spend about 20 minutes adding to the passage notes section of the Harmony and twenty minutes formatting the letters of John Wesley. These I downloaded from The Wesley Center at the NNU website. I format them in a form I like that is tight for printing yet still very readable. I’m on volume 6 out of 8 volumes, the first five fully formatted and printed and residing in 3-ring binders, sometimes read, often waiting to be read.

Are these smart writing pursuits? I don’t know. The Harmony is not, I think, a commercial project. It’s more of a labor of love and a self-study guide. The Wesley letters might be a legitimate writing activity if I ever get my act together and pursue the Wesley study series I pitched at the Write-To-Publish Conference. That idea isn’t dead; I just haven’t figured out the exact form the series should take, and developed the idea enough to present a proposal to the publisher. But this is sort of a labor of love as well, and will lead to excellent reading matter for me once it’s all done.

So my routine is coming together. I don’t know how long it will last. I’d like for three months of it, with not too many interruptions. That will give me a completed novel, completed Harmony, completed Wesley letters, and some time to work on other projects. I might even feel like a productive writer.

Would you buy this book?

In Front of Fifty Thousand Screaming People

This novel is a sports thriller, about Mafia influence in baseball. A Kansas prairie farm boy breaks into the big leagues as a pitcher for the hapless Chicago Cubs. He pitches so well that he is the spark that can lead the Cubs to their first World Series victory in over a century. But if they do, a New York Mafia Don will lose an $80 million bet to a Chicago rival Don. To prevent this, the New York mobster becomes the pitcher’s enemy, and the Chicago Don his protector. Both try to manipulate his off the field life to suit their interest. He can’t understand what these strange things are happening to him; he just wants to play baseball.

It all culminates at the seventh game of the World Series, Cubs against Yankees, with a crossfire set up in Yankee Stadium to take the pitcher out if the Cubs are in a position to win. Will it trigger?