Chapter 4Work was uneventful, thank goodness, and I rushed home to prepare for my mysterious date with Boaz Stone. When he texted me initially on Sunday afternoon, I laughed out loud.
MLB NL MVP: This is a nice message.
Me: Oh! So, you remember that, do ya?
MLB NL MVP: No, but Yingyi told me.
Me: Nice. How’s the head?
MLB NL MVP: Clearer. I’m sorry about last night. I didn’t expect to see you there.
Me: You got caught.
MLB NL MVP: Yes, well, I do that for a living.
What? I didn’t get that, and so I decided to say nothing.
MLB NL MVP: You know, because I’m a pitcher and I work with a catcher, so all my work gets caught. . . . It was a joke.
Me: Hmmm. . . .
MLB NL MVP: Okay, about this dinner on Monday. I’ll pick you up at seven. Shoot me your address.
Me: Not even a please? Hmmm
