“It was 1986. It was a night just
like this one, a stiff wind sweeping out the stale summer haze and it
felt like the world was on your side for once. I was fresh off the
farm, didn't have a clue. A child lost in the city. She was sitting
right up there. No, not there, look at where I'm pointing, there. I
could feel her eyes on me all the way in the outfield. Huge dark
eyes, black as pitch. She was waiting for me after the game. I
followed her to her car. She opened the trunk. She opened a case. She
sold me my first pair of shoes. Real shoes, ones real women wear.
These shoes. Stop looking at the stands, look at these shoes. There
you go. Pretty nice, huh? Okay, back to the game. We should probably
concentrate on winning, that seems important.”
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