With a thousand
little things to do for Florida, Clare decided to come home and spend the night
on Saturday. It was like old
times—dining room table a mess with school stuff, country music playing, the
house pulsing with this child’s energy.
Michele and I sat watching “The Natural” on one of the cable channels;
Clare joined us to watch Robert Redford as Roy Hobbs hit the pennant-clinching home
run for the Knights. God, I love how
Buffalo’s War Memorial Stadium looked in the movie.
As soon as
Redford-Hobbs finished circling the bases, it was back to homework for Clare,
but only until the app on her phone announced that Adam Eaton had hit an
inside-the-park homerun against the Dodgers.
“Hey, the game’s on television,” I said.
“Well, now I have to watch it,” replied my daughter. And she did.
Later, someone fell asleep on the couch like Linus in the pumpkin patch, and
someone else (not me) got up at two in the morning to lead her to bed.
Four days to the
start of the season.
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