I bike up with my baseball team at the sandlot, Tigers, to your group of baseball mates. Squints, Yeah-Yeah, Benny, Scotty, Bertram, Ham, DeNunez, and Timmy and Tommy are on your team, all boys, Benny the oldest teen. I have all boys on my team too, names unknown to you. I have a smug look on my face as I turn to you.

“Huh, so it looks like you’re here too.”

I roll my eyes once I finish speaking.