The game was set to end as expected.
Nothing complicated in a box score.
No story to relay.
A few hits; a home run.
A young pitcher came back from injury.
Another player got hurt.
When it’s normal, it’s nice.
When it’s normal, it changes before you know it.
A team led by two, and besides, they were home.
And the other team hit one more time. But there were two outs already.
Their batter nearly struck out.
But he didn’t. He walked instead.
The next fellow cracked a ball that skidded through the outfield grass.
The right fielder sprinted toward the ball, aiming to fire it back toward second.
Maybe he’d nab the runner if he dared advance to third.
The fielder picked up the ball, ready to throw.
Then he dropped it.
And so the hitter stopped at second, and the man on base stopped at third.
Well then.
The next man hit a ground ball.
So the story goes.
And the team ahead stayed ahead.
And none would be the wiser without paying attention.
Things seemed normal , after all.
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