Throwin' the ball around. Years ago to the Old Man meant many years ago. And he played it well. At least he said he did, and there was no one around old enough to dispute the Old Man's memories. A young boy walked up to the backstop, grabbed the fence and stared out at the players.
Kids watchin' the older boys.
The Old Man asked if anyone remembered a man who pitched ages ago. No one did. The Old Man was a center fielder, he said, playing in farm pastures, and he claimed he could cover not only center field but parts of right and left as well. He was reliving old games in his mind while another game took place before his eyes. The first game was finally over, and it was time to take Grandpa home again.