Then a few innings latter we get to watch the manager of the other team do one of those stereotypical getting-really-pissed-at-the-umpire routines with a lot of wild gesticulation and kicking of dirt on home plate. It was great 'cause it was just like a movie! Still, I felt I had to play it down to Brandon and be all, "it's amazing that a man of his age still has no control over his emotions."
Later the crowd gasps as the opposing team's batter hits the ball directly at the pitcher who not just catches it, but somehow absorbs the ball into his body. He just stood there for a moment as the entire team gathered around him then resumed the game, business as usual.
By the end of the day I felt like life was a success. Brandon and Tyler got along splendidly; I hope the four of us can do more together in the future. Also I realized that I have been reconnected with my humanity - the world is tactile and real for me again!
PS - you all are coming to my party at the Local 506 this August 3rd.