Liberty and I keep Alma company in the third inning of the second World Series game. Taylor and Cameron left to get dinner for our group and let McGee out. Trenton is taking a walk to call his wife and kids with an update. The afternoon was smooth; Alma woke, said a couple of words to us, then nodded off and on. The staff claims she’s progressing nicely, and they plan to assist her with walking a bit in an hour or so.
The score is one to one; the Cubs are tied with the Yankees. Liberty sits in my lap, pretending to read one of her books. Alma, alert at the moment, watches the game with me.
“Coming to the plate is the designated hitter for the Cubs, Hamilton Armstrong,” the announcer states. “A bold move on the part of the coach.” A second announcer explains Hamilton is a pitcher and usually a pitcher doesn’t hit in either league for another pitcher.