...let's go out to the ball game.
|Boris was at bat. The fans called him ‘Boris The Spider’ because of that weird song by The Who, not that he had many fans these days. He used to be the star of this minor league team. These days, his batting average hovered around .230. The fans mostly booed him.
They were down by two. It was the bottom of the ninth inning. Time for make something happen. Chippens got a base hit and Willis was on third. If Boris could hit a home run, they might actually win this thing. Boris walked up to the plate, to the sound of John Entwistle’s growling over the park speakers.
Boris kept a silver chain around his neck. On the chain, was a silver ring. It had been his wedding ring. Since his wife had died in the car accident, he wore it around his neck. It kept her ghost at bay, most of the time. He kissed the ring three times. This was his ritual. At the plate, he swung his bat three times, and the pitcher threw a fastball. With a thundering crack, Boris made a solid hit and watched, in wonder, as the ball left the stadium. The crowd erupted. Boris smiled as he started around the bases.
Suddenly, his coach was shaking him. “Quit daydreaming, dummy. You’re up!”
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