Batter up

The baseball season is upon us.  With only a few at-bats, some hitters’ averages are distorted.  Night games in some parts of the country require fans to bring wool sweaters and order coffee or hot chocolate instead of beer.  Expectations are high, predictions plentiful.  Here’s a bit of (100-word) flash fiction that celebrates the national pastime and something else that’s supposed to bloom in spring.

Love and Baseball

The game at Dodger Stadium had just begun. Guy was adjusting his Dodgers cap and checking out the park when he spotted the attractive redhead sitting several rows away. She saw him, too.

“Barry,” he said to his friend next to him, “see that woman back there?”

“Yeah. Hey, she’s cute.”

“That’s Susie Naylor.”

“The Susie Naylor, your long-lost love? The woman you said you’d give anything to find again?”

“Uh huh. I’m going to talk to her.”

Minutes later, Guy plopped back down in his seat. “It’d never work.”

“Was she married?”

“No, she’s a San Francisco Giants fan.”