Chapter 12: Jealousy

The next day, I was out at Hannah’s house an hour before Steelers’ kickoff.

As I was milling around the kitchen, Aunt Janet turned to me. “Hey, Joe, I know you guys were expecting a big buffet for game day, but I’m just not up to it. How about I give you some money, and you go down to D’Arc’s for some pizza?”

I shrugged. “Yeah, I can do that—as long as you’re paying!”

She chuckled, shaking her head as she went to grab her purse.

Hannah had been avoiding eye contact since I arrived, but suddenly piped up. “I’ll go with you!”

I gave her a sly look, but she smiled and nodded her head.

We hadn’t made it more than a block when she pointed at the curb and demanded, “Pull over. We need to talk.”

I switched off the car and turned to face her.

“So, are you going to tell me about this ‘Katie’ that you were flirting with?”

I sighed heavily. “We weren’t flirting, we’re just friends.”

She squinted, wiping a hand across her cheek. “Damn it, Joe! You were staring into her eyes while she was holding your hand!”

“She was chewing me out because I was so out of it over the Pirates losing their third fucking game.”

Hannah rolled her eyes. “Oh, I can imagine the emotional wreck you must’ve been.”

“She was upset that I was bowling like shit, my brain off in la-la land. But...”

“But what?”

I exhaled, rubbing my hands on my jeans. “ ... She just likes to do that touchy thing, which is why I told her I already had a girlfriend.”

“So, you got aroused?”

I winced. “ ... Well, yeah.”

Her eyebrow shot up.

“That’s why I had to tell her—I already had a girlfriend!”

Hannah sighed, then motioned for me to continue. “Okay ... tell me the whole story.”

I took a deep breath. “So, we met about six weeks ago, first week of bowling. Her dad was on our team last year. I thought she was attractive...”

Hannah couldn’t contain her laughter. “Yeah, with tits like that!”

I groaned. “Hey—I’m much more into butts and especially gorgeous faces like yours.”

She rolled her eyes, then motioned for me to continue.

I glanced down, took a breath, and replied, “Well, she has this habit of touching people when she talks to them. At first, I thought it was a little weird...”

“But later?” Hannah prompted.

“I kind of got used to it. But after I missed that week when I went to see Grandpap in the hospital, she threw her arms around me and hugged me when I got back.”

Hannah tilted her head. “Wow—are you sure she doesn’t have the hots for you?”

I looked her straight in the eyes. “Well, that’s what I suspected. And I didn’t want to cheat on you, so that night, I told her...”

She nodded knowingly. “‘I already have a girlfriend.’ And what did she say?”

“She laughed at me. Thought it was funny that I got the wrong idea.”

Hannah frowned. “All those clues that I gave you, that you never noticed...”

“I’m bad at reading girls!” I sighed. “And she said bowling was her only free time between school and the hospital.”

She smirked, then turned serious again. “What does she do at the hospital?”

“Nursing student.”

“So, she’s the same age as you?”

“Yeah, a year younger—but I’ve never seen her on campus. We don’t have any classes together.”

“Oh, she goes to school with you too?”

I shrugged. “Apparently, but, like I said, our paths have never crossed.”

Hannah arched an eyebrow. “Uh-huh.”

I placed my hand on her shoulder and looked her right in the eyes. “You love me – why would I give that up for anything?”

She hesitated. “Not even for someone your own age? Someone who isn’t your cousin?”

“I will never leave you. For anyone.”

Hannah pursed her lips and looked down for a moment before meeting my gaze again. “Joe, what scares the hell out of me...” She took a deep breath. “Is that you’ll meet a girl who doesn’t have the baggage.”

“I just said...”

“That you find someone you can kiss in front of her parents and walk down the street holding her hand.” She closed her eyes, shaking her head slowly. “It sucks so bad.”

I took her hand, wiping a tear from her cheek with my thumb. “Remember what I told you that night in your room when you asked about all my other girls?”

She chuckled weakly. “Yeah ... that really short list.”

I swallowed hard. “And why I was in love with you—because of how you complete me. Despite whatever is thrown against us, we belong together. A matched set. No one else can do that for me.”

Hannah leaned forward, resting her head on my shoulder. “You still make me so mad sometimes.”

After a long moment, she looked up, and I gently pushed her hair back, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“We better get going before our pizza gets cold.”

We made it back with ten minutes to spare.

Dave grabbed some slices, and I looked toward the couch. “Where’s Susie? Haven’t seen her yet.”

He shrugged. “She said she had something to do with her parents, but she’ll be over later.”

I nodded, then grabbed my own plate—a couple of slices of sausage, onions, and peppers, plus a can of Sprite.

As I sat at the kitchen table, Hannah patted the empty space beside her on the couch.

“Joe, get your butt over here. I won’t bite your head off.”

“What about my food?”

“Just put it on the coffee table, like always.”

As I walked over, Dave plopped onto the far end of the couch. “What did he do this time, Sis?”

Hannah grinned at me. “Oh, I caught him making out with Miss Big Tits at the bowling alley last night.”

Indignantly, I blurted out, “I wasn’t making—oh, c’mon, stop it.”

Dave chuckled. “She’s got you by the short hairs, bud.”

“Don’t I know!”

I felt the back of Hannah’s hand rubbing up and down my thigh. She leaned in and whispered, “Just say, ’I love you forever and ever.’”

I swallowed hard. “I love you forever and ever.”

She squeezed my knee, smiling smugly. “And don’t you forget it.”

As the players took the field on the television, I leaned back and said, “Man, this should be a blowout. Cincy is oh-and-six. Myron Cope always calls them the ‘Bungles’ on the radio.”

The Bengals won the toss and elected to receive. On the very first play, Ken Anderson threw an interception, and the Steelers were in business. I shot up from the couch, pointing at the TV. “Look at that! I told you!”

The Steelers settled for a field goal, going up three-nothing. But the Bengals responded, marching downfield for a touchdown to take a seven-three lead as the game moved into the second quarter.

With a little over ten minutes before the half, Cincy punted, giving the Steelers the ball at their own twenty. On the first play, Bradshaw found Stallworth for twenty-five yards, but the ball popped loose when he got hit, and the Bengals recovered the fumble. Five plays later, they ran in another touchdown—though they missed the extra point—pushing the lead to thirteen-three.

I shook my head and muttered, “Shit.”

Hannah elbowed me in the side. “I thought you said this would be easy?”

Dave smirked. “Any given Sunday.”

I shot them both a look. “Oh, shut up. There’s still a lot of game left.”

Larry Anderson waited at the goal line for the Bengals’ kickoff. He hesitated for a second before sprinting forward—then got absolutely leveled at the ten-yard line. The ball hit the turf, and a Bengals player scooped it up, running it into the end zone for another touchdown.

I stared, stunned. “Five seconds? Two touchdowns in five seconds?”

On the next kickoff, Anderson didn’t hesitate—he just took a knee in the end zone. On third-and-one, Franco Harris ran left, got stacked up—and suddenly a Bengals player was sprinting down the field. Another fumble. Another touchdown.

Dave jumped to his feet. “What the fuck?”

From the kitchen, Aunt Janet’s voice rang out. “David! Language!”

“Sorry, Mom,” he muttered, sitting back down.

I was holding my head in my hands. “This is just like the Pirates this week—unfreaking real.”

Hannah rubbed my leg, but I stood and walked toward the kitchen, trying to tune out the disaster unfolding on the screen.

My aunt glanced over from where she was stirring a pot on the stove. “That bad?”

I shook my head. “Oh my God, yes. It’s that bad.” Scanning the counter, I asked, “Is there any more pizza?”

She nodded toward the box. “Yeah, there should be a couple of slices left. I’m making hot dogs and mac and cheese for later, during the Pirates’ game.”

I grabbed the last slice of sausage, onions, and peppers and leaned against the counter, chewing slowly as the halftime whistle blew.

The door to the garage creaked open, and footsteps followed. A second later, Susie walked in. She didn’t say a word, just made a beeline for the living room.

I followed behind, but before I even got there, I heard Dave say, “Susie, what’s the matter?”

She kneeled in front of him and buried her face in his lap.

Hannah and I exchanged glances before moving closer. Dave pulled Susie up into a hug, his face a mix of panic and concern.

She pulled back slightly, looking up at him. “My dad’s being transferred.”

Dave blinked. “ ... Transferred?”

She let out a shaky breath, eyes shining. “The company’s sending him to Baltimore. Before Christmas.”

His arms around her tightened. “But—no. That’s two months away.”

She nodded against his chest. “I wasn’t supposed to say anything yet, but ... next month they’re announcing massive layoffs. Here, and at mills all over the country. They’re reorganizing, and my dad’s part of the new management team in Baltimore.”

Dave’s jaw clenched. He just stared at her. “You’re leaving?”

Susie exhaled shakily. “I don’t know ... it looks that way. I can’t leave you. Not when we’re so close to graduating.”

Dave swallowed hard. His hands gripped her arms, like he could physically hold onto her and keep her from disappearing. “We’ll figure something out. We have to.”

She nodded, blinking rapidly. “Yeah.”

Silence settled over the room, thick and suffocating. I shifted awkwardly on the couch, sneaking a glance at Hannah. She wasn’t looking at me—her gaze was locked on Dave and Susie, lips pressed together, fingers tightening on the fabric of her jeans.

I cleared my throat. “So ... like, is there any chance he’d say no? Turn down the transfer?”

Susie let out a small, bitter laugh. “Not a chance. It’s either take the transfer or be out of a job. And if he loses this job, my mom will lose her goddamn mind.”

Dave looked like he was about to say something, but he shut his mouth, his jaw flexing.

Hannah finally spoke, her voice soft. “How long do we have?”

Susie wiped her cheek and sat up straighter. “Forever, if I have any say in it. Dad has to get settled into the job and house-hunt before Mom and I go down. But I turn eighteen in February, and once we graduate in June, I don’t have to legally stay with them.”

Dave kissed her forehead. “I love you. I’ll raise holy hell if I have to—to get Mom and Mickey to let you stay here.”

Susie gave him a wobbly smile. “I know.”

We sat quietly, the weight of the conversation pressing down on us. The only sound was the game on the TV, the commentators talking like the world hadn’t just shifted beneath us.

An hour later, when the final whistle blew, Dave exhaled sharply. “How the hell does a team cough up the ball nine times in one game?”

Susie sighed and pushed herself up. “I think I’m gonna get going.”

Dave reached for her hand. “Are you sure?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I’ll call later.”

They shared a quick kiss before she walked into the kitchen.

Aunt Janet, who had clearly overheard, set down her spoon and turned to Susie. “Can I give you a ride?”

Susie kept her head down, her voice barely above a whisper. “Sure. Thank you.”

As soon as the door to the garage closed behind them, Dave let out a growl of frustration and stomped up the stairs.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

I glanced around the room, then smirked at Hannah. “Looks like we’re all alone.”

She shot me a sharp look. “Oh, shut up—no time for that.”

I held up my hands. “Just saying! And I’m not the one with my mind in the gutter.”

“This is not the time for jokes, Joe.”

I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “Maybe I should be going too.”

“No—stay, please. The Pirates are on in twenty minutes.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, like watching them get eliminated is really going to brighten the mood.”

She pointed to the couch and raised her voice slightly. “Joe, just get your butt over here and sit with me! Please?”

“I can’t sit too close. Your mom will be back soon.”

Hannah grabbed the remote and turned the TV to Channel Four as I settled in a couple of seats away.

During the pregame, neither of us spoke, but we kept stealing glances at each other. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but it felt loaded—like neither of us knew what to say after everything that had just happened.

As the players took the field, Hannah finally broke the silence. “You better not ever move out and leave me behind.”

I turned my head, giving her a small smirk. “Don’t worry. I have another year and a half before graduation.”

“And after that? I’ll still have two more years of high school.” She shifted slightly, eyes locked on the screen. “Is your dad really going to let you just sit around and wait for me?”

I hesitated. She wasn’t looking at me, but I could feel the weight behind the question.

My throat tightened, and I didn’t have an answer—at least not one she’d like.

Before I could say anything, her hand went to her mouth. “Oh my God, did you hear that? Chuck Tanner’s mother died this morning!”

I exhaled. “Wow ... that’s gotta be tough. I heard she was sick, but to go out there and be faced with a must-win game right now?”

We watched as Bill Mazeroski threw out the first pitch from the first base stands, but it did little to lift the mood.

Nobody had even known Jim Rooker would be starting for the Pirates until just before the game, but he made quick work of the Orioles—three innings, three perfect frames.

“Nine up, nine down,” I murmured.

Hannah glanced over at me. “You know, Rooker looks just like you. All you need is a mustache.”

I chuckled. “So, if I grow a mustache, I’m Jim Rooker. And if I keep the mustache but shave my head, I’m G. Gordon Liddy?”

“Exactly! Can’t help it that you’re such a manly man.”

I smirked. “Oh, does that mean you want me to grow a mustache?”

She narrowed her eyes, studying me for a few seconds before bursting out laughing. “No! I don’t want to get any hair in my mouth when I kiss you!”

We were still laughing when Aunt Janet came in from the garage, setting her purse on the counter. “What’s the score?”

I glanced at the screen. “Nothing-nothing, bottom of the third.”

“Okay. I’ll be starting supper soon.”

Hannah leaned in and whispered, “She was gone a long time. I wonder if she was talking to Susie’s parents.”

I nodded. It wouldn’t surprise me.

After a beat, I asked, “Speaking of being gone—where’s Sarah been?”

“Oh, she went with Mickey to help with a couple of open houses today.” Hannah glanced at the clock. “They should be back soon.”

On the field, the streak ended.

With one out in the fourth, Benny Ayala watched a three-one changeup float outside and trotted down to first. I threw my hands in the air. “Ten in a row and he walks a guy? There goes the perfect game.”

Hannah shook her head. “The Pirates still have to score, or it won’t matter.”

“Oh, don’t be such a spoil sport.”

“Me? Never!” She shrugged playfully, then glanced toward the kitchen before leaning in again. “Now that we’ve wasted our opportunity of having the house to ourselves, when are we going to see each other again?”

I exhaled. “It won’t be that long.”

“I don’t have cross-country anymore. And sometime between today and Wednesday, the Pirates will play their last game.” She tilted her head, giving me a look. “Are we going to be limited to Sundays when the Steelers play?”

I held out my hand like I was making calculations. “No ... I don’t ... let me think.” I closed my eyes for a second, then looked at her again. “Do you like volleyball?”

She nodded, intrigued. “Yes.”

“Well, I have some friends in the Christian Fellowship on campus, and they play volleyball in the gym on Friday evenings. We could go to that.”

She snorted. “And hang out with the Bible thumpers?”

I rolled my eyes. “I know some of them. They’re nice kids.”

“It’d give me an excuse to get sweaty and bump into you, but it’s not like I could make out with you there, with all of them watching.”

I sighed. “Just because they’re Christians doesn’t mean they don’t hold hands or kiss.”

Hannah smirked. “Just no toe-curling blow jobs before marriage?”

I chuckled. “That sounds about right.”

“Okay, if we do that on Friday, how are we going to handle bowling on Saturday?”

Just then, Gary Roenicke led off the fifth for the Orioles and bounced a double off the wall in left-center. I winced. “Well, there goes the no-hitter.”

DeCinces followed with a single to right, putting runners at the corners with no one out.

“Joe! What about Saturday?”

“Oh, yeah!” I turned back to her. “How about you come over to the house around noon? We can say we’re studying. Is there anything you need help with?”

Hannah scoffed. “I get better grades than you. Maybe I should be the tutor.”

Dauer hit a one-hopper to second, with Garner flipping to Foli at short, who then fired to first for the double play. But Roenicke still scored.

I sighed. “Shit. They got a run.”

“So, we help each other with our schoolwork?” she pressed.

“Sounds good. Then we have dinner, and you can come up to the lanes with me and Mom so you can hang out with Katie. I’ll bring you home after.”

Hannah nodded at the TV. “Meanwhile, I think they better pull your doppelgänger. He just walked the pitcher.”

I shook my head. “Yeah, Rooker’s losing it.”

He managed to escape the inning, but when the Pirates came up in the bottom of the fifth, he was pinch-hit for. Despite a couple of singles, they failed to score.

When Bert Blyleven took the mound for the sixth, Hannah leaned in. “I hope he pitches better than he did on your birthday.”

I nodded. “They just said this is his first relief appearance in seven years.”

“If they lose today, everyone goes golfing tomorrow—so it’s all hands on deck.”

Blyleven handled the top of the sixth with ease, and then in the bottom of the inning, Foli coaxed a rare walk to lead things off, followed by a sharp grounder up the middle from Parker for a single.

I inhaled sharply. “Two on, nobody out.”

Robinson stepped up and held his bat over the plate.

I groaned. “Oh my God, why’s he bunting? The guy had twenty-four homers this year!”

Nonetheless, he dropped down a perfect sacrifice, moving both runners into scoring position. One pitch later, Stargell lifted a fly ball to right-center.

I held my breath.

Foli tagged up, then sprinted home as the ball settled in the outfielder’s glove..

The throw came in late—safe!

Hannah clapped her hands. “See? Manufactured a run.”

I stuck out my tongue at her, but then Madlock lined the ball to center. I jumped to my feet. “Get down! Get down!”

The ball dropped in.

“Yes!” I pumped my fist as Parker raced home. “Two-one, Pirates!”

Hannah grinned and high-fived me.

From the garage, Mickey and Sarah came in. Mickey’s hand rested lightly on her back as he guided her toward the kitchen. Then he walked over and kissed Aunt Janet on the cheek.

Janet called out, “Joe, Hannah—I’m starting supper, it’ll only take a few minutes.”

I waved in confirmation, then sank back onto the couch.

With two outs in the seventh, I was mid-bite into a hot dog when Rick Dempsey doubled to center, putting the tying run at second.

I muttered through my mouthful, “Dammit.”

Pat Kelly, pinch-hitting for Flanagan, stepped in. Blyleven spun a big curveball, and Kelly went down swinging.

I exhaled sharply. “That was close.”

As the Pirates came up, Moreno reached second with two outs. Then Foli lined a shot just over the second baseman’s head.

The outfielders were shallow, but the ball kept rolling.

I leapt forward. “Go! Go! Go!”

Moreno raced home, and Foli slid into third with a triple.

Hannah jumped up beside me. “Three-one!”

Three pitches later, Parker ripped a double into left-center. “Four-one!”

They added three more in the eighth, and Blyleven closed it out in the ninth. Final score—seven to one.

Fans poured onto the field, joining the players in celebration.

Hannah and I stood, fists in the air.

I grinned. “The Pirates live another day.”

She arched a brow. “So, what are the odds of pulling this out?”

I smirked and, with my left hand, mimed writing on an invisible blackboard. “Assuming the teams are of equal quality and factoring in home field advantage for the Orioles in both games ... I’d say the Pirates have a twenty percent chance of winning the Series.”

She frowned. “Not good.”

I shrugged, then opened my arms in an invitation. “Just enjoy the moment.”

As I wrapped my arms around her, I whispered, “We’ll figure the rest out later.”

Stepping back, I added, “Don’t forget to ask your mom about Saturday.”

I carried my empty plate to the kitchen and gave Aunt Janet a quick hug. “Thanks for having me over.”

She patted my arm with a smirk. “Gives me a chance to keep my eye on you.”

“Me?” I asked, feigning innocence.

My aunt slapped my shoulder playfully. “Oh, get out of here. Your mom probably misses you by now.”

On Monday, I was home from school by three-thirty. I paced my room before sitting on the bed, tapping my foot impatiently, waiting for the right time to call Hannah.

By four, I slipped into my parents’ room, sat on the floor, and leaned against the wall, the phone resting in my lap. When the ringing finally stopped and I heard her voice, I smiled instantly.

“Hey, any news about Susie?”

She sounded upbeat. “Looks like her mom is willing to stay in the house with her until she graduates next summer.”

“I bet Dave feels a lot better about that.”

Hannah giggled. “Yeah, he wasn’t ready to snap anyone’s head off today.”

“That’s gotta be tough. Do they have any plans for college?”

She hesitated before answering. “I don’t know how serious Dave is about going. He took his SATs and did okay, but that was when we were in Texas, so he never sent his scores to any schools up here. I heard him mention a community college in Maryland where he thought he could play baseball, but that’s it.”

“Anywhere close to Baltimore?”

“I think he said Cumberland, or maybe Frostburg.”

“Eh, that’s nowhere near Baltimore. Out west, much closer to here.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t sure.”

I sighed. “So, he doesn’t even know yet what he’s doing after graduation?”

“Not that he’s told us.”

There was a brief silence, then I heard Hannah take a deep breath.

“Joe, what are you planning on after you get your degree?”

I stared at the wall, gathering my thoughts. “I’d love to stay in town, but I have to research what kind of jobs there are here for econ majors. I know it’d be easier in the government, but I still get so uptight thinking about being out there, somewhere, on my own.”

Hannah snapped, “Wait—why do you think you’d be on your own? What about me?”

I felt my face flush. “I’m sorry, I ... I didn’t necessarily mean alone. More like out of the house, having to be the one to get a job, find a place to live, pay the bills...”

She cut in, sarcastic. “It’s called being an adult. You’re twenty.”

I sighed again. “Yes, dear! But that doesn’t mean it’s easy.”

Hannah deadpanned, “Life’s a bitch and then you die.”

I harrumphed. “Oh, you’re so encouraging.”

“I try.” She giggled.

I shook my head, smiling, then continued. “I guess I’m not going to see you until Friday?”

“Yeah. Swing by and ask Mom. I can’t wait to see you playing volleyball, exerting yourself and getting all sweaty.”

I chuckled. “I thought I did that after the movie. You seemed satisfied.”

In a mocking tone, she replied, “Oh, you did? I can be so forgetful sometimes. You’ll have to remind me what it was like.”

I closed my eyes, laughing softly. “Down, girl. Control those hormones. Oh, I will call you Wednesday if the Pirates win the Series.”

“Just don’t wake me up.”

“You better be watching!”

“Oh, I wouldn’t miss it. Even if I did, you’d tell me all about it.”

“Say goodnight, Gracie.”

“Who’s Gracie? And it’s not even dinner time yet!”

I shook my head as I laughed. “It’s an old joke my dad tells. See you later!”

It was just before eight-thirty on Tuesday evening when Mom poked her head into my bedroom. “Game’s ready to start. You coming?”

“Oh, yeah. I’ll be right there.”

As I settled onto the loveseat beside her, I clasped my hands together. “Okay, let’s do this!”

She gave me a curious glance. “What’s got you so chipper tonight?”

“Tired of being so negative. It’s time for a new attitude! Let’s get this done.”

She patted my thigh and chuckled. “Oh my, is this a new Joe?”

“I hope so!”

Two pitches into the game, I was already on my feet, yelling at the TV as the Pirates put runners on second and third with nobody out.

Two pitches after that, my hands were on my hips. Two outs. Neither runner had budged.

John Milner stepped in as the fifth batter. He didn’t swing at the first pitch but still managed to bounce out weakly to the pitcher, ending the inning.

Mom shook her head. “Well, that was something...”

“Something bad!”

“Hey, what happened to ‘Positive Joe’?”

“Patience! I’m trying.”

The Orioles started the bottom of the first with a pair of hits off Candelaria, and for a moment, it looked like a continuation of his meltdown from the last game. But a perfectly timed double play got him out of the inning.

The Pirates loaded the bases in the third with two outs, but Candelaria went down swinging to kill the threat.

Mom sighed. “On Sunday, nobody scored until the fifth. How long are they gonna go tonight?”

Both pitchers were on a roll. Nearly every batter made soft contact and was put out quickly. As the game edged into the seventh, still scoreless, tension mounted.

With one out, Omar Moreno ripped a sharp grounder into right field for a single. He had led the National League in stolen bases, but so far in the Series, the Pirates hadn’t stolen a single bag.

On TV, Howard Cosell droned, “Let’s see if Moreno is going here.”

I leaned forward, practically holding my breath.

With two strikes, he took off—but just as he did, Tim Foli chopped a bouncer over the mound. The shortstop, already breaking toward second to cover the steal, was in perfect position.

I jumped up, about to curse—until the ball skidded under Garcia’s glove.

“Go, go, go!” I screamed as the second baseman scrambled to recover.

Both runners were safe.

“An infield single!” I exhaled, shaking my head.

On the next pitch, Parker hit a one-hopper to the right of the second baseman. The ball glanced off his glove and trickled into the outfield.

Moreno bolted for the plate.

Mom and I leapt up as he slid in safely.

“One-nothing, Bucs!” I pumped my fist, and before I knew it, Mom and I had wrapped each other in a tight hug, soaking in the moment.

A pitch later, Foli scored after Stargell lifted a deep fly to left. Two-nothing, Pirates.

They were at it again in the eighth—a single, a double, a sacrifice fly, and another single from Moreno tacked on two more runs.