The first baseman, Alex, can't come down with it. The ball goes to the fence. The go-ahead run scores. The next hitter knocks in two more unearned runs. In the bottom half of the sixth inning, mothers are praying their kids don't get up with the bases loaded and two outs.
Fathers exile themselves to areas apart from the mothers.
Our kids leave the bases loaded and we lose, 6-3. Only I'm the one who needs the Lifesaver. I can't erase the sight of the ball leaving my son's hand and sailing past the first baseman. The moment arrives. Here comes Asher, and he has a trophy.