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The post-season just started. I haven’t seen Margret or the kids since they left. I missed them, but I had other things to think about. I talked to them every morning before school would start, since they would be at their mother’s store.

I’m sitting in the clubhouse trying to focus on Game One against the Giants, but my mind kept on wandering the Michigan.

If it wasn’t for Rizz, Grandpa, and a hand of other guys, I would be a thousand times worse, but I still could barely focus.

I sat in my chair thinking when I felt somebody hit my arm. I jumped because I didn’t expect that. It was only Rizz. “You coming, KB. We have a game to win!”

“Yeah, we do,” I said getting up and following my team to the dugout. We won that game thanks to Baez’s basket homer.

That night, I went back to my empty apartment. I remembered having the three of them running around. That week was so enjoyable. I wish that they never left. I want them here more than anything in the world. I needed them here more than anything else.

The NLDS and NLCS went by in a blur. I only remember traveling, missing them, and coming back to win. October was flying by faster than I ever wanted it to.

The World Series. I couldn’t believe in a million years that I finally made it to this point. I didn’t care about the whole 108 years. That number is completely irrelevant. Four is the number that I’m worried about. Four wins to win it all. That’s it.

We just have arrived in Cleveland, and I felt the nerves starting to form. At most, we only have seven games left in the year. I hope that  we don’t have to play all seven and that we come out on top. I know that this team can achieve at least that.

“Hey KB,” Rizz said cheerfully as he sat down next to me on the bus to go to the hotel. “What got you so down?”

I shrugged. “Nothing, I just think that the nerves are getting to me.”

“No they aren’t. We both know that. Are you thinking of Margret again?” I didn’t answer him, but I guess that gave away the answer. “Oh, Krissy, you’re such a love sick puppy dog.”

“Am not, but can we talk about something other than this?”

He shook his head. “I don’t think that we can. She has been on your mind since she came into your life.”

“No, she hasn’t.” I tried to fight back, but I knew that I was going to lose anyway.

“I know you Kris. You used to goof around when we wasn’t playing and joked with the team. Now, all you do is sit and think. Everyone knows that it’s because of her. I’m not telling you to get over her or anything like that. But, when’s the last time that you two talked?”

“Before the postseason started. It’s harvest season, or she says, so I guess that she’s very busy on the farm. And it doesn’t help that I’m a baseball player who’s constantly traveling.” I laid my head against the headrest.

Rizz patted my head for some stupid reason. “Trust me, it’s not necessary because you are a baseball player. I mean that you two talked a lot before then, so it’s not that.”

“But if I wasn’t a baseball player…” I started before Rizzo so rudely interrupted me.

“I’m not going to let you finish your sentence. You two will make this work.”

I nodded. I want to call her right now, but I knew that I couldn’t. She’s most likely on the farm right now harvesting whatever crop that they have. The store is probably closed. “I just can’t believe that I met her the way that I did. Her dad, kids, and herself saved me from that downpour. I might have been alright, but something, anything could have happened if I stayed in that car for another day. I only known her for a short time, but I know that I am in love with her. I want to start a life with her, but I know that I can’t ask her to move from her life on the farm. I don’t want to leave her behind either.”

“Buddy, I don’t know what it’s like since I have a wonderful girlfriend that travels with me. In that way I guess that I’m very lucky. I have faith in you and Margret to come up with the best plan. Now, can I have my other half of Bryzzo back? I can’t run our souvenir shop all by myself. The other guys might think that they can take your spot.”

I couldn’t help but to laugh at that. “Yeah, you got the better side of Bryzzo back.”

“Oh you have the biggest head in the world. I’m definitely the better half.” Rizz bumped his shoulder into mine.

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“Don’t worry, the whole world is.

I rolled my eyes at him while I continued to laugh. I love my brother.

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