I cut out on work today to hit the ballpark with McFee. The Bulls had an 11 AM game with the Norfolk Tides in a matchup of Triple-A teams whose major-league affiliates have spared them absolutely no talent. Seriously, JR House was the best prospect on the field. Yep, this guy.

It was “Education Day,” which meant that just about every school between here and Lumberton bussed students to the baseball game. The program advertised a “day of learning and baseball.” Michael defied me to spot where the learning was occurring. I found only the baseball.

Still, we had seats about three rows behind the on-deck circle for the Tides, and it was a brisk, well-played game. Bulls 3-2, all three runs coming in the sixth after Michael predicted a breakout inning and I scoffed at him. All hail the prognostications of McFee.

I’ve spent the last couple hours doing a little work and sorting through submissions to Inch. Poetry submissions are outnumbering microfiction about 10-to-1. Whoa.