Cleveland Stadium by Joel Dinda via Flickr
Still a few good seats available.
Time flies, Hal thought. Smooth jazz played overhead. George Benson playing guitar. On Broadway.
George was about to go into the scat line where he sang along with the guitar.
Very classy, very nice, the Tender Trap.
The whole place reeked of the kind of style Hal wanted and felt he deserved.
When he was here, Hal felt like a prince.
He felt like the Prince of Cool.
Hal held the baseball in his left hand. The ball was his good luck charm, a fly ball hit down the right field foul line off the bat of Ray Fosse in an almost empty Cleveland Municipal Stadium.
The ball had dropped almost in front of Hal and bounced into his hands. Hal carried the red stitched baseball with him almost everywhere, practicing different grips with the ball, but mostly just tossing it.
Up and down, up and down, up and down.
From TRINITY’S FORCE OUT
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