It was Friday night with friends at the at the ballpark last evening. The guys and I had worked together back in the day and it was fun talking about old times and sharing gossip about current affairs *wink, nudge* Texas was in town and with Doc Halladay, our ace pitcher on the mound it was bound to be a good game.
And it was! Lot's of scrappy base running and timely hits and nice defense and we won 6-4!
I had been on a high pretty much all day anyway, and was prepared to be in love with the world - even Andy who was sitting a few rows away from us. During the course of the game, we exchanged pleasantries, high-fived good plays and tipped our hats to each other on the win. (ok, mine was a virtual tip!)
Then as I was making my way to the parking lot I get a call from him. And I quote:
"Hey, I have to kill an hour - want to go get a drink?"
No, Jacka**, I don't want to be your "kill time" buddy while you wait for your gf to get in to town.
Just in case I didn't make that clear enough last night.