He hadn't swung the baseball bat since he was a child. A signed Pete Rose Louisville Slugger with the numbers 4256 written below his autograph. The bat had never actually connected with a ball before even though he had contemplated it many times as kid.Fortunately, as soon as his father had brought the piece of baseball history home with him from the station where Pete came by to pay his respects to the CPD they put the bat in the den. Even refusing to take it down after Charlie Hustle was banned from baseball. They always figured he would've been reinstated. Here's to hoping.
The piece of wood was dusty and he could see the blood collecting on the handle where it should've been dripping off. He continued to clench not only the slugger but his jaw as he remembered the first time his dad had ever taken him to a Red's game. Pete was managing then, but just to see the all-time hit leader standing in the dugout running the show was enough for him.
The Reds took the game in the 9th when Eric Davis hit a walk-off home run. Explosions were going off in his head the way he remembered the fireworks lighting up the Cincinnati skyline that cool October night in Riverfront Stadium. He didn't think that he was crying but he could feel something dripping down his face.
He released his grip on the bat and wiped his cheek. Blood. It was streaming from his forehead where there was a small hole. He felt his knees give out as he crumpled to the floor. His mind went back to the 1990 World Series. His Dad had brought home brooms for the family for game against the A's, just in case a sweep was in order.
His mom commented that "they should incorporate doing the dishes and taking out the trash in sporting events. Then the house might get cleaned from time to time". They celebrated the Red's first world Series victory since 1976 drinking Little Kings Beer and eating Skyline Chili dogs, the kids had Barq's Root Beer and 4-ways.
As his vision darkened and closed in, his dad stumbled from the other room and stood over him with a gash to the side of his head, blood gushing. "God damn it son. Why were you swinging that bat in the dark? I thought you were a burglar". He shared his father's thoughts.