Hal couldn't help but grin to himself as the ball landed in his glove, last strike of the game and they'd won. He got himself up, stretching before heading into the dugout to take off his gear and pack it all up. He knew you'd be waiting for him by the Locker Room, he knew he didn't need to rush to catch you. He grinned as he walked up to you, wearing a beat up brown bomber jacket over his uniform. "Hey, You enjoy the game?"