I was totaling my scorecard just outside gate 4 when I felt a tug on my elbow.
“Weird,” Javier shrugged.
Last night’s loss was weird, but baseball goes that way sometimes.
“Come back tomorrow,” Javier said. “That’s all we can do, right?”
Right.
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