Doing a Job

September 6, 2015


Meanwhile, on a field not too far from here, a low-energy game of over-25s baseball is being played in the 90-degree heat to a very sparse crowd, sitting in small clusters under limited, late-afternoon shade. Alone in the announcer’s booth sits one Peter Frame, running the boards like a boss.

A bit ago, he texted his mom requesting she bring him a sandwich–footlong steak toasted with provolone, lettuce, tomatoes, extra red onions, banana peppers, chipotle and ranch.

Happy to oblige.