I stand at the sandlot, before walking over to your smug look. Ham, Yeah-Yeah, Timmy and Tommy, DeNunez, Squints, Bertram, and Scotty stare at the scene with a worried look. We both hate each other and usually when we face each other, things don’t go well.

“What are you doing here, man? Gonna insult my ball skills or what?” I speak up, now towering over you.