After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, An amazing Niece, yes Frank should have it all,
Except for one thing.
One thing that left after a mistake five years ago.
Los Angeles should be the cha...
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Frank stood on first base, the sun beating down as he watched the batter, Johnny on the mound. He leaned in as Johnny let go of the baseball. The Yankee batter swinged and connected, sending the ball right to the short stop, Miguel Rojas. Rojas scooped it up and launched it right at Frank. He caught it, never letting go of the bag, making the third out of the inning. He jogged with a smile towards the dugout, bumping fist with Miguel as they went in. He looked for Johnny, who was in the corner with his eyes closed.
"Storm? You ok?"
"Yeah, Adler, I'm ok. Just frustrated." Johnny popped a bottle of water and took a long drink. "I'm in a slump," he admitted.
"What are you talking about? You've been pitching great."
"Not a baseball slump. Watching everything that had been happening with your family, Susie's been avoiding me, just... my mind is all over the place."
Frank patted his back. "I never did thank you for all of your support during this crazy time."
"It was nothing," he shrugged off.
"It's not nothing Johnny. My little Nugget asks me about you every day. Because she considers you her friend and her family. That's huge for her man."
"Frank, I want what you have," Johnny looked at him directly. "Well not the hard weird stuff, but the family, the home, the dog."
"You are not stealing Dodger. Worth more than my life."
Johnny scowled. "Asshole, you know that's not what I meant." He closed his eyes.
Frank studied him. Johnny has always been a carefree spirit but lately he had notice he had become more subdued. It was starting to affect his game. And then it hit him. "Come to dinner."
"What?"
"Come to dinner at my house. Scott and Abby and mine's new assistant are joining us, and Abby hired a chef. We can talk after with a couple of beers."
Johnny studied his friend and saw the sincerity. "Sure man. Thanks."
"Best friend man. At least I hope I am."
"Best friend."
"Adler! You're on deck!" The coach yelled down the bench
And with a fist bump, Frank got ready to bat.
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