Chatper Twenty Two

Despite his reluctance, it was a stunning day outside. The weather was warm, and the breeze was gentle. Neil and Sally met up with the others at the field. Even Neil was starting to look forward to the game.

They soon had their popcorn and their seats, and Neil was taking in the view of the field. The last time he’d been to a baseball game was the last one he’d played. May had cheered him on from the stands. He’d hit a home run. Jacob Smith down the road had started too many rounds of “For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow,” and his father boasted about it to all his ambassador friends when they’d hosted dinner two nights later.

“Which player is your favorite?” Sally asked. Neil studied the names on the players backs, trying to decide which one he’d follow along with for a while.

“Not sure, I haven’t followed them much over the years…no way.” Neil caught the name from the stands. “Rosenthal.”

“You know him?”