luther ducked , and that ball sizzled under tyrell 's glove and kissed the hairs on the back of luther 's neck , hot as the razor in moby 's barbershop on meridian avenue , and he hit the third base bag with the tiptoes of his right foot and came barreling up the line , the ground shooting so fast under his feet he felt like he might just run out of it , go off the edge of a cliff , right off the edge of the world maybe .