So what do you do if you're a goofy kid growing up in Brooklyn in the early 1940s, with no available father, no friends, and the designated punching bag of the neighborhood bully?
If you're Joey Margolis, you look for a hero to latch onto - a baseball player, perhaps, like Charlie Banks, the all-star third baseman for the New York Giants. Of course, the chosen champion may not welcome the attention of a persistent young fan with an overactive imagination. But then again, the kid might be exactly what Charlie Banks needs . . .
