I thought it sounded fun. And I’m entitled to a bit of fun once in a while. Isaac and I arrive at the cages and find Jason waiting for us near the little shop that houses concessions, a big wad of gum stuck in the side of his mouth like chew. He’s wearing a jersey that’s tight over his rounded stomach in an endearing sort of way. I like Jason. I can totally understand why Isaac is friends with him. “There’s my favorite couple,” he calls out when he sees us approach. He twirls his bat around a gloved hand in pretend showing off, then drops it with a loud clank and we all start laughing. He nods at me. “Your boyfriend is going to show us all up, just a bit of warning.” “I figured,” I say, looking over at Isaac. “No, you don’t understand,” Jason says, smirking. “Most nice guys would downplay a little so that their friends don’t look stupid. Not this asshole. He’ll totally flaunt it.” “Shut up, man,” Isaac says, laughing. “You’re just extraordinarily bad.”
