18
The Home of the Braves
The red light gave Jim Stevens a thirty-second warning. He leaned forward and spoke into the mic. “It’s a beautiful evening for a ball game here in Hotlanta as Nuenez prepares to throw out the first pitch.”
Stevens paused for a moment, watching the pitcher rub his hand on his leg.
“Nuenez had a bit of a rough outing the last time he faced this Phillies lineup, so he’s hoping to earn some redemption tonight. And now he takes the mound. The wind… the stretch… swung on! Fly ball. Perez goes deep in center. This will be an easy out. And… Oh! He drops it! Smith rounds first… what is Perez doing? The ball’s just sitting there! Smith is on his way to third! Heyward and Schaefer are on their way to get the ball. This might be—”
And then he saw it.
“Holy *bleep*! Wha
