Siren and I's dinner was punctuated by the occasional cheering of people at the bar. Neither of us are really into baseball but we enjoyed the excitement.
We finished our burgers and left before the game was over.
We began to walk home casually chatting.
About five blocks away from our apartment building traffic stops and everyone's horns all start up at once.
A man in the building above us starts screaming incoherently out his window.
Peoples headlights are flashing.
We walk a little further and the door to an adjacent building bursts open and a man runs out screaming his hands thrown in the air. A woman follows shortly after him.
It felt like the start of a Stephen King novel.
Both siren and I wish we were into sports.
RICHARD HEART
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