Still in the Game
By ice rivers
I'd miss Mr. Baseball more if I didn't dream about him so often.
I dreamt about him again last night. He was laughing. He was healthy. We were making fun of each other while planning a trip to the ball park. I remember telling him in the dream "Hey Dude, I thought you were dead. To which he responded "Do I look dead to you.
In my dream/s he looks as far from dead as imaginable. He's radiant with vibrant light. He even looks like he dropped about twenty pounds.
I call him Mr. Baseball because he won a baseball bet with me and the stakes were whoever won the bet had to be called Mr. Baseball by the loser for the rest of their lives.
I didn't mind calling Mr Baseball Mr. Baseball because it ended another argument we had going. His first name was Gerry amd my first name is Jerry. We both cliamed that one of us was an imposter with the wrong letter starting his name. I'm Jeremiah, he's Gerard....c'mon give me a break.
Mr. Baseball taught Spanish. One day I walked past his classroom and we exchanged winks. He held up five fingers which I knew meant that he had five weeks left until retirement.
He was a world traveler and had big plans.
His wife Rosie had her retirement that very night.
Rosie and Baseball attended Rosie's dinner and midway through, according to Rosie, Baseball turned to her and said "I feel like I've just had a shot of penicilin."
With that, he collapsed on the floor.
They rushed him to the hospital. He had suffered a massive stroke. The doctor's said he wasn't going go regain consciousness. Rosie was faced with the decision....should they keep him on life support or let him go.
Rosie chose support.
Mr. Baseball was still in the game, at bat but it was the bottom of the ninth with 2 0uts, two strikes on the batter and the home tem down by 10.