I may have driven him to drink. You see, I showed up late to his Little League game on Saturday, as he was on the mound pitching to a batter with a 3-2 count. I stood behind home plate, and smiled with my mouth as wide-open as possible – mostly to let him know I was there, partially to make him laugh. He promptly threw ball four and was taken out for a reliever.
With the loss, his team is now out of the playoffs, the season is over, and we’re back to torturing each other like a couple of civilians. Let this serve as my public apology.
