“You did?” Matt narrowed his eyes. “Is that good or bad?”
Skirting the question, Roxie said, “Remember that charity event hosted by Bon Air hospice? The baseball tournament sponsored by local gyms?”
Matt vaguely recalled hearing something about that months earlier. “The one we weren’t invited to?”
“Our membership is too small.” Roxie grimaced and rolled her eyes. “Funny how when one of their bigwigs drops out, we’re next up to bat.”
Matt swallowed down the half-chewed bagel in his mouth. “Wait. You’re saying we’re in?”
The charity event was an annual tradition. The event was held at the Diamond, the former home of Richmond’s minor league baseball team and now empty. Over the course of a four-day weekend, the tournament pitted teams against each other until, at the end of the fourth da
