“Is that an SCU game?” “Nathan showed me how to watch the old games,” he says, lifting the beer to his mouth and taking a sip. “I can figure out the live ones just fine, but I didn’t know I could see old ones too.” I watch the TV as Vince winds up to take a pitch, and the balls cracks against my glove. Strike. “This is…two season ago?” I ask. “That’s right. I enjoy watching Nathan’s hockey, but I’m a baseball man at heart. He got these all queued up for me so I could see you play.”
