He waited at third.
As if anyone ever waits at third, standing around watching the sun dipping toward the seats along the top of the stadium.
If you sit up there you’re likely to believe you might tumble down, knocking your shins along the tops of red chairs as you gain speed.
You won’t fall: fans will hold up their hands to catch you, feet knocking over plastic cups of Budweiser and Schlafly’s.
Then they will buy you another.
But it only seems like the field is spinning underneath you.
Still, if you would prefer to see the pitches spin instead, you can leave and head toward the field.
But when the batter drops his bat and stares at the sun, you can guess the ball moved just enough.
And when the outfielders tip toe to the left and right, and toward home and back, you might learn where the next pitch is going.
But you’d have to sit up here for a while to understand this.
So sit still for a minute.
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