“Give me the summer,” I say. “You’re not gonna put anyone new in a booth, especially with it bein’ mid-season.” He blows out a rush of air. “I’ll wait. Just make it worth my while.” I roll my eyes. “Right.” “Ford.” “Yeah?” “Who’s going to win the World Series?” I grin. “White Sox,” I tell him. “They’ll come back after being shut out for five innings. Then, Colm Meeney will get a solo homer in the tenth and end it.” “See?” Jim laughs. “Gotta get you in the booth.”
