Two men on. Life is better run from. Distance to the fence, both foul lines and dead center, is displayed. I try to steal the tricky manager's signs. The ump gives pitchers too much low inside.
Ancient problems focus in the heat.
Bad hop on routine grounder. Close play missed by the team you want to win. Players from the first game, high on beer, ride players in the field. Their laughter falls short of the wall. Under lights, the moths are momentary stars, and wives, the beautiful wives in the stands now take the interest they once feigned, oh, long ago, their marriage just begun, years of helping husbands feel important just begun, the scrimping, the anger brought home evenings from degrading jobs.