I was suckered into reading this story, I read the story details, and there was no mention of baseball, so I started to read. I know nothing about baseball! Shit! I know nothing about cricket! That's one of my national games, and isn't AAA the American Automobile Association? Once I started to read though, I was hooked.
Despite the wealth of baseball references, most of which could have been written in Sanskrit as far as I was concerned, I was almost compelled to stick with the tale until the bitter end. There were no silly mistakes to spoil my concentration, no grim grammar, or horrific homophones, just a great story, well told.
The tale doesn't have a happy ending, though it does offer the possibility of good things to come, but don't let any of that put you off, just keep the box of Kleenex handy. I might add, that none of the other stories in the Take Me Out To The Ballgame series even came close to grabbing me like his one. So again, get out the Kleenex!
Read, and enjoy!