Throughout Namine’s different sports interests, baseball has remained a constant. Trailing the end of the summer season follow a brief interlude, the fall season has begun. These games are significantly later in the evening, so combined with the earlier encroaching darkness, it is well into night by the time we head home. That’s okay; they don’t mind, and nor do we. (Sleep? What’s that? )
Someone beat Namine to the pitcher’s mound in the first inning, but they made sure to wheel out to it as fast as they could for the second one. I don’t know why, but they prefer that spot. They’ve caught a few pop flies, but I’ve never caught one on camera. (One continues to hope.)
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