It wasn’t that long ago that he had found joy. Now it was an orphaned child on the side of the highway crying to be picked up, to be brought home and cared for. He couldn’t see it, though - he was too busy digging his hand through a bag of fries.
Mama here comes midnight with the dead moon in its jaws
At last, after 72 entries, we’ve completed our Better Know An Umpire series. We hope you’ve enjoyed learning more about the human elements in blue, the men who wander anonymously through the sport, even as they make the game all about them. Next time some stooge in a chest protector screws your team out of a victory, you know where to look.
AKA my new favorite thing ever