Snug
Entry 12
Snug
“Any chance we’ll win the pennant this year?” I queried as we made our way back to the club house.
“No Snug, there’s absolutely no chance of that happening this year. I think we’re last in our division and third from the bottom in the entire league. We’re playing terrible baseball.”
My friend clearly agitated at the thought of their team’s record, just narrowly missed a head on collision with another vehicle. Our car continued making a left hand turn long after the light turned red.
“Snug! No more talk of baseball playoffs while I’m driving…it’s distracting.”
“Hmm” I hummed. “What is your position?”
Ignoring my question the human continued a discussion for which I had not yet received my invitation.
“I think I’m losing a step. Already, in my fifth year, I’m not reacting to the ball as quickly. I wonder how long until I’m viewed as a liability and moved to the outfield… At least my batting abilities haven’t diminished. That should be enough of a benefit to keep me on the roster, I’m third in the line up, that should be enough, shouldn’t it?”
It wasn’t a real question. Just a discarded thought postmarked for the void and it would have arrived unmolested, if not for our connection.
“I believe it will be enough”, I reassured my friend.
“Oh, Snug, I forgot I wasn’t just thinking but also talking to you.”
When I reached my resting place I asked the others, “did you know we’re ball caps?”