They're right, of course. If Moose Gallagher is pitching that night, I'll set my alarm that morning for 8:35 because he's number thirty-five. I microwave my coffee for 3:12 instead of three minutes because it's three hundred and twelve feet to the left field foul pole from home plate.So I was pretty pissed when my boss called to tell me I had to work that night. “No way, Charlie,” I told him. “It's a Thursday. You don't need me. And the White Sox are in town.""It's a zoo in here,” Charlie said, and I could hear a lot of noise through the phone. “And Stella called in sick.""What about Charise?""Stuck with her kids. Come on, Mel, I need you.""You know we're playing the White Sox tonight,” I reminded him again. I had plans to cozy up with my HD TV.I could hear him blowing air out of the side of his mouth. “I'll buy you tickets to tomorrow night's game."I was already getting my uniform out of the closet, but I couldn't let him off too easy. “I think that game's sold out. Besides, aren't I working tomorrow?""I've got tickets,”
