“If we win, then will you go out with me?” She stares at me with an incredulous look, but still doesn’t give in. Some older gentleman with a bald head and deep lines around his eyes and mouth calls out to her, “Make him throw a no-hitter, honey. I’ve never seen one and this might be my last chance.” I give him a stay-the-hell-out-of-it-,old-man look and glance back at Olivia. “You heard the guy,” she says with a twinkle of amusement in her eyes.
