The bleachers’ E.T.A.s hunched forward with hands warmed in the crease between hamstrings and calves, or else gloved and layered and stretched out with their heads and bottoms and heels on three different levels, watching both sky and play.
Dammit, this line complicates even further who the mystery figure outside ETA is at the end of YDAU, before Hal's alleged DMZ dosing.
