Something In The Air
Bernie rubs his forehead. Humans do that sometimes. Are they trying to rub out what’s going on in there? What a thought! Hope I never have it again, and I probably won’t.
“Maybe I jumped in with my World Series bet a bit hastily, big guy,” Bernie says. He glances at the paper. “Bobby Jenks, Red Sox reliever, says, ‘I just flat-out stunk tonight.'”
I take a quick sniff, pick up nothing you could call actual stink, but Bobby Jenks sounds like an interesting dude.
“Wonder if I can get another bet in,” Bernie says, “kind of hedging the first one. Maybe Rangers over Phillies in the Series.”
He picks up the phone. I start panting, no particular reason.
Welcome Sadie, Mt. Evans hikers (when does the road close?), Biddie, Annie, and of course Macy the Min-Pin.
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