Little Zimmy grounds into a double play, leaving Willy Taveras waiting at third base. There can be no redemptive sacrifice off of Adam's bat. There may only be a True Outcome.
Adam comes to plate with this song playing over the sound system.
On a 1-0 count Adam lets it rip, and the ensuing foul ball ricochets off the retaining wall behind home plate, returning to the batter's box, where Adam gives it a little hackey-sack kick. He fucking loves his job.
Adam fouls off two more, and on a full count he digs deep to bounce a ball to first.
In a footrace to the bag Prince Fielder wins. Adam can only look to the outfield wall with a deepening hunger as he waits at first for someone to bring to him his fielding glove.
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