I worked during the Cardinals game today.
And so I checked the score between swigs of coffee.
I sat on a bench along Lake Washington, with boats shadowing the water and Rainier shimmering.
I assumed St. Louis stayed ahead during those moments.
I left for the day three hours later.
I looked up the score.
(The Cardinals won.)
I went home and watched, searching for something to say.
So I saw Carlos Martinez find his fastball, and Matt Carpenter smack another double.
I even watched Jason Heyward hit his first home run.
He reached for the cheering crowd, waving at his new following.
But I wasn’t surprised.
I didn’t have to see it to believe it.
There wasn’t anything to see.
There was nothing to wonder about.
And nothing to imagine.
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