Troy Maxson (Fences)
The Fence-Builder With a Heart of Ash
Swung for the fences, but life handed me a shovel.
I wasn't just any colored ballplayer—I was the best. But Jackie Robinson got the keys to the castle while I was left pounding nails in the damned Negro Leagues. Now I haul trash for a living and build a fence that'll never keep out what I fear most: my own shadow. My boy Cory thinks he's got a shot at football glory? Fool me once, shame on you. Fool him twice, shame on me. Rose holds this house together with love as strong as mortar, but I'm a cracked foundation. Gabriel's out there chasing angels because the world chewed him up, and me? I keep hammering boards, hoping they'll tell me why I'm still standing when every home run I ever hit turned to dust.
What I'm Into: unfinished fences, baseball memories that sting, arguing with Bono under the sycamore, wrestling Death (twice, once in the war), my dog Blue who ain't impressed by stories
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