I, as the older me, have taken the younger me to a game which is being played inside a cigar box which quickly changes into a larger cigar box. We are watching ourselves pitch. The crowd is silent. A vendor appears selling life insurance. I decline full coverage.
Center field opens up like a great mouth and swallows the universe.
I, or we as Peters, go the route, striking out Max Alvis with the tying runs on in the ninth to end the game. I have lots of money. In fact, I am driving a car that is made of money. Its hubcaps are giant silver dollars, its seats bundles of cash stacked just so. I have no passenger, but then suddenly I do.