After a single, he stood on first base.
His friend grinned at him.
They stood near a bag, making dinner plans after spending 9 months of 2011 together.
Digesting Waffle House burgers while sitting on buses from Toledo to Louisville, and back through Indianapolis.
Perhaps they’d find a steak house tonight.
And commemorate the journey.
Of a quick tag: a pickoff play.
Sitting back in the dugout, wondering about dinner after the game.
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