Stan approaches my area in the locker room minutes before we take the field. “We still on for our post-game celebration?" he keeps his voice low not wanting teammates to invite themselves to join us.
I nod while my eyes scan our surroundings. No one seems to care about our conversation. “The Mrs. Okay with you not coming straight home from the game?" The last thing I want is for her to kick him out again. I rather like having my condo to myself.
“She knows how we are celebrating and agrees I shouldn't allow you to celebrate alone." Stan pats me twice on my shoulder. “Let's go start the season of in the win-column."
I follow Stan and our teammates from the locker room onto the field. Crowds at Wrigley Field are always loud, but this Opening Day crowd is electric. Their excitement carr
