I’ve turned into a baseball fan. I don’t just come to watch practice because Landon wants me to be there or because the weather is nice and my doctor thinks it’s good for me to spend time outside. I’ve become a serious fan. I sit with Landon’s parents at all of the home games and I cheer just as loud as they do. I understand pitch counts and fastballs and switch hitters and I could probably give batting averages too. Noah’s come up for a few games and he teases me about being a baseball groupie, if there’s such a thing for a college team. Unfortunately, the regular season is over, and the only games left will be in the Little East Conference tournament. It’s the last practice before the team leaves for the tournament, which this year is hosted by Southern Maine. I’d love to make the trip to Gorham and watch the team play, but my dad vetoed that, saying I’ll miss too many days of classes. With finals coming up, he’s probably right that it would be a bad idea, but it’s going to be strange having Landon gone after getting used to spending so much time together.
