Guest guest Posted April 24, 2006 Report Share Posted April 24, 2006 We were the intensity of the game, the sun, the field, and the sweat's drops sparkling like tiny icicles from our eyebrows. There was no past, nor future, just that yellowing, cracked old baseball coming at me. Then, the kid with the eyeglasses showed up, and said, " Do you remember that tomorrow is monday, and we have a math test? " " Strike three! " yelled the ump. I threw my bat at the kid. He jumped nimbly out of harm's way. " Ha, ha! You missed, again. See you tomorrow, Pete. " Pete Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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