Fan

As the eternal kid walks to the park to see the kids on the block knock the ball around he thinks of old times. He remembers standing outside with the popcorn vendors, spitting in his cheap plastic mitt like it was made real and awaiting the thrill of a ball falling from the sky. He never caught one. Regardless, that was the feeling he’s been chasing ever since. Now he sits with the boys, sits so long he needs skilled hands to knead his back back after. He went for the home team.